As the days keep going, and I move farther and farther away from my college days... I've been forced to think about my days at Samford and how they affect my life and who I am and etc. I recently had a conversation with a dear friend that has made me wonder if the blessing that is Samford really was as much of a blessing as we thought. For some people, at Samford they were never challenged to find their position and their opinion on life decisions, they made "choices" and ideals for their life but where never challenged in them. I feel like thats half of college, you set an ideal for your life and then its challenged. However, for some the bubble that we lived in at Samford didn't allow them to face those challenges, so they went into the real world no longer bubble people and their world was shattered. They did things they said they never would, things they never thought would be challenged because it hadn't yet in their 23 years of life, why would it now? I know this isn't the case for everyone at Samford but I've just been thinking about my 3.5 years at Samford compared to my 1 year at a state school. The difference is huge, and although I hate that I missed that first year at Samford and I was robbed on 4 years there, and I missed connections and participating in SOSA and the freshman show (new kids on the block) and living in Vail and one less year of stepsing... the list continues. Maybe that brief stint of public college was good for me, maybe not... I guess we'll see in the coming months as I figure out what it means to no longer be a college student.
On that note, I miss classes, I miss studying for tests in the Library. I would give my left leg to have stepsing ruling my life right now. I will say I have loved getting to read whatever I want, thats fun. I just reread the Twilight series, and I'm now starting the Harry Potter series; I have yet to go back to book one and read all the way through so now I'm doing it and I am remembering how much I love these books and these characters.
Thus I will leave you with this.... I love the sorting hat and its songs...
Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can top them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you out to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a steady mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a thinking Cap!
