I am grateful that I don't have to get up at 5am anymore. I am grateful that I am able to be complete with something I have been doing for the past four years. I am grateful that these dark circles will slowly begin to fade from under my eyes.
And yet, at the same time, I am going to miss seminary.
Seminary started my day out right for me. Granted, I was very cranky come Wednesday and Thursday (I often referred to myself as the fire breathing dragon) and would want to snap the necks of anyone who looked at me. I will most definitely not miss being ruthless to my friends, and especially my family.
Seminary helped me, though. Every day I would write a minimum of three things I'm grateful for--whether it be my belief in God, to Star Wars, or even cute boys. Counting my blessings, even the minuscule ones, really helped me realize how much our Father does love us.
Seminary helped my testimony grow more and more. I feel like I was a flower, waiting to be watered. Now, not only have I been watered and received sunlight, I got a good dose of testimony miracle grow! It is a great feeling.
Seminary was my "cup of joe," my spiritual uplifter, my "it is time to turn on the learning switch for the day," my social hour.
With every ending, there is a new beginning. For me, my new beginning is INSTITUTE. This class is basically for all the cool peeps who are in college, or at least finished with seminary. For me, my new beginning starts tomorrow night. Thankfully, it is only on Tuesdays at night :]
I just wanted to say thank you to all who helped me get where I've gotten. In this picture, there are all my seminary teachers (and their husbands who helped "substitute") and my parents, who taught me seminary my first two years of high school. Thanks guys. You've been the gardeners and helped keep my flower growing strong.
And what do you know...I'm wearing a flower dress! :]
