First week of school

We have just ended the first week of school here at the University that I attend, and I just completed the first week of my Senior year. I have mixed feelings about it. I have been in school forever and have been working on my undergraduate degree for the better part of eight years. To think that I am this close to compleating another one of my goals makes me giddy, and then I think about the fact that I still have two more years once I finish this year to get my Master's degree. Some times I hope it never ends, because well, who really wants to grow up? Can I live in Never never land... Please? On Tuesday I walked into one of my classes and as soon as the teacher began lecturing I thought to myself, "Oh, this is so not happening" and freated about how I was going to drop the class and still be able to graduate next May as planned. I then remembered that several weeks back as I went to an employment agency and discussed my skills, we had talked about me praying about taking a third semester of American Sign Language. I put it off to the back of my brain because I am doing a Bachlors of Science rather than one of Arts, and so I do not need the language, and becides, the class was full, so why freat about it. As I went to drop this particular class I decided to check one last time to see if by some miracle there was a spot in the class (there are a total of seven seats in the class, so it is really small). As it turned out, there was one spot that opened up and a snatched it right up. As it turns out, I had to drop another course inorder to pick up this new class, taking me down a total of six credit hours rather than the original three. ASL is a four credit course and so I am still fill time, thank heavens. I also signed up to be a mentor for an at-risk youth. I am very excited to start this. There are many perks to this, but the main one, and the one that swayed me, is that I want to be for a youth what I wish that I had more of growing up. Some of the other perks are that it will count as two credit hours (thus making up for the lost hours by droping the two classes) as well as counting as my practicum for graduation. All in all, I feel really good about this semester. I feel blessed that I was able to get into this class. I know that God lives and loves me, his daughter. He answers prayers and prompts us to do things that will bless out lives and those around us. As it turns out, I work with a deaf gentleman, as well as a young woman who is studying Deaf Education and so I am able to get some practice in at work which is yet another blessing. I love the language, I feel that it is one of the most beautiful. I find myself being able to think of words in sign frequently before I am able to think of the spoken English cohort.