Life as We Know It is About to End

            Falling asleep last night, I realized that I'd forgotten to write. Yikes! I'm not really sure what to tell about other than the terrifyingly fantastic new that it will all be over next week. I printed out my Pride and Prejudice paper over the weekend and just held it. Like a child that had recently struggled out of a womb and into the light of day, the 100 pages rested fresh and beautiful in my arms.
          While my roommate practiced introducing herself in Hungarian (part of a linguistic assignment), I finished up my last essay for the year and sat breathing. Endings and I share such a bizarre relationship. For the most part, school now seems like an out-of-body phenomenon as things march to the great conflagration of the end. In a matter of hours between falling asleep and waking up at home, the whirlwind of events signifying the end promises to halt to a profound nothingness the next morning. This radical and inevitable shift scares me most.
          But life beyond school has proved absolutely fantastic lately. I've been seeing the grace of alternative narratives (a fancy term I learned in Communication 100 to describe making positive assumptions or granting people the benefit of the doubt). Somewhat like Elizabeth, my critical mind jumps to an explanation for other people's behavior which is more often than not a judgement about their characters. I was pondering how to handle one situation when God said, "Hey, that's my job." Too often, I subconsciously act as though I am the savior of the world commissioned to figure out everyone else. Praise God that I am not--people are weird.
        If you read most of my recent posts, you might assume that Armageddon is nigh and the world is about to end. Honestly, it feels a bit like that. But life continues for millions of college graduates every year, and it promises to move forward for this one too.