Reminisce

The Captain

So here I am, sitting across from Cap’n Jack Sparrow’s face, waiting for my dad to bring my dining room table and trying to unpack as much as I can before the Social Hectic Awesomeness begins. A new semester is fast on its way and it’s exciting for three reasons: 1) it’s new, and that’s enough to make it anticipation-worthy; 2) I’m lucky enough to be studying what I love; 3) it’s the first semester of my last undergrad year at UCT.

My, how time flies. Only two years ago I was staying in an old Victorian house that was literally falling apart, with a creep-o landlord, trying desperately to prove to myself that I could do this, that I would do this, that I wouldn’t fail, that I would be the most social, most involved, most hard working first year student ever, despite my introvertness and my rather long and sordid history of procrastination and laziness. We try to go to extremes in an attempt to change our fundamental selves, when really all we have to do is be who we are, the best that we are. I don’t have to hand in assignments two weeks early; I just have to hand them in on time and done well. Extremes are our downfall in so many ways.

It’s a bit sad, really. School is less than fun and it takes forever, and then you get to university and suddenly it’s all worth it and it all makes sense…and before you know it, you’re waiting for your last undergrad year to begin. But life is change and movement and pain and growth, and things must end before new things can begin; better things.

But for now, I am grateful that my parents are able to send me to university, that I am at UCT and will be for at least another year, that I have friends who are soul friends, the kind you won’t shove reluctantly out of your heart when you move on, and that I am studying what I love so that I can do what I love. I don’t think you can get luckier than that, really. So thank you, God, for all these abundant blessings that I don’t deserve, and let me steward them well and come through this year with sparkles and colors and the gloriousness of hard work and authentic authenticity.

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