I graduated from college. Crazy. (And I think next week makes seven years since high school!)
In some ways it's like I'm in the same place I was three years ago. But so much as changed, and me the most.
When I write one of these posts where I look back at the past sometimes I think 'Eh. The blog readers probably don't care.' But I hope that's not true.
I was so sad when I graduated Converse. That wasn't at all true when I graduated high school. I couldn't have been happier then, and didn't really understand while some of my classmates were sad. But I hated high school. Converse was home. I lived there, I made lifelong friends there, and I fell in love with Jesus there. When my family tried to take me out to celebrate to a fancy dinner, I struggled not to cry all night. I felt bad, and wished they were in town for more than just that night, because I was sure I would have been able to pull myself together by the next day, but instead it was sort of pathetic.
I am thankful to my alma mater. I pray for her from time to time, for the students and faculty still there. There were so many times there... dear, dear Christian sisters, a few Christian brothers, and precious, private times between God and I. Sometimes I feel so like I've fallen from who I was when I was there... other times I glimpse myself, like catching a glance in the mirror as you walk past, and realize I've matured way past where I was...
It's hard for me to think about Converse and not think about Christ, the two are inextricably linked in my mind. I remember talking to some of the girls who were my friends in the class of 2009 (I'm 2008) when they were seniors, and I asked them about how the Christian community at Converse was doing. They sort of looked at me like I was crazy. They didn't really see the community I saw. I then went to a few of my 2008 sisters and discovered in many ways my experiences were unique. They mainly saw a secular campus, with a few sisters. I saw the secular community, yes, but they just framed the life of Christ that He showed me was flowing there, and radiating out now.
I worked at Converse last year, putting up their new website which I linked to above. It was interesting being back on the campus after two years, and it emphasized to me how very long that time had been. Converse will always be near and dear to me, and maybe we'll cross paths again. But it has changed and shifted since my time there, and I'm not sure she's the same anymore.