Today was the last day of Spring Semester 2009. It's sad and happy, anxious and boring. I've made a lot of memories this semester. It's been a ton of fun- hikes and parties and take out with the cousins. I've stressed and cried and been seriously ill. I've served and been served. I've stretched and grown in ways I never would have imagined four months ago. Being seriously ill without family close is a scary thing. But I made it through, and I learned that I can do anything, if I give my will over to the Savior.
I've made a lot of new friends. D'ya know what I mean when I say that sometimes you meet someone, and know you've known them forever? My friend Melinda is like that. We've only known each other for a little less than four months, but we communicate on a level that usually takes years to achieve. It's special.
I struggled through a math class. I conquered a little pride and went to the Math Lab, and requested a tutor. Danny was awesome- very patient, and explained things over and over, until I understood, then challenged me to prove it. He was a blessing to me.
I'm still very single. Not that I'd tell you any different unless it was very serious.
I've learned how to deal with some new personalities. It was a trial, let me tell you. I dealt with the in-your-face, loud personality, with the reserved, quiet passive-aggressive, the youngest child, and the emotionally nervous. I learned that I need a lot of peace and quiet, and I strongly dislike being suprised by physical touch. That could be a problem....
Because I was seriously ill for quite some time, I missed two and a half weeks of class. The result is that I'll be happy to scrape by with B's. I'm coming to terms with that. I'm learning to accept that my strength isn't as strong as it used to be.
I took a weight lifting class this semester. I lost a decent amount of weight and exchanged it for muscle. Not that you can tell. But I'm very proud of the fact that I leg-pressed 300 lbs for my final evaluation. That's 1.3 of me.
But most of all, I learned how very involved the Savior is in my life. That is an answer to prayer that has been a long time coming. He knows when I get up, He knows how I loathe my medication, He knows the struggle I have sustaining my attention. And He puts things in my way to hold me up, and keep my head above water. I am forever grateful for His sacrifice, that makes it possible for Him to succor me in such an intimate way.
