Just A Day Too Late

I am still sick right now. But that's okay, it won't stop me from writing to you.

I've been blessed to finish another year of school. The unfortunate thing, though, is that it doesn't really feel like the end of one for me. I kind of knew that this would happen: my third and fourth year will feel like the same year, a very long year. This is because the two years will be co-joined together with my internship, thus not giving me an actual summer to be home and be lazy. I was okay with it because I wanted to finish school on time. So it worked out nicely that I only have one semester remaining after my internship, allowing me to go straight back to school for the winter term and graduate.

Before that happens though, I do get to spend a bit of time at home and I'm so glad that I do. This year has felt both long and short. I think that all in all I had a great year. It was a very challenging year that I very much enjoyed. The only thing that I probably wish I did better was my academics. I have to admit that I didn't do very well. Most of the time, I'll have found myself sitting in my room while trying to finish an assignment/studying and think to myself, "I started this just a day too late." Literally every assignment or exam ended up like that. So I think that was the only thing I wish I did better. Procrastinating has lead me to handing assignments in late for the very first time in my, so far, 4 completed years of post-secondary. Not only did I hand in homework late once, I did it several times. My profs were gracious enough to still give me pretty decent marks; I don't think I had anything less than a B in any of my late assignments. So I'll take it.

Aside from the academics though, it was a great year in school and on res. I struggled to adapt to the community living last year, but it felt much better this year. And it also helped that everyone eventually got along pretty well with each other.

Okay, there was one thing I struggled with this year that I just remembered. For the first time in my life, there have been several occasions, and I mean several, that I did not want to go to church on many Sundays. There are several reasons, but I won't get into them. It was tough though because a couple times I felt okay with not going to church, which is a terrible thing to think. But it also allowed me to try to do church in a different way, which was neat.

So I'm going to wrap it up here as I need to get to bed in order to get over this cough. Hope everyone finishes their term on a good note (I prefer a nice high A, if you get what I'm saying).