Before and After

The picture on the left was taken on my very first day of PT School. No, the wind was not blowing as the picture was taken, unfortunately my hair does its own thing sometimes. I showed up late, the very first day, with wet hair, per usual. 3 long years. Lots of good times, a few crappy ones, but overall I am soooo glad I followed God's calling to PT school. And I couldn't have done it without His Hand guiding me the whole way. Trust me, I wouldn't have even made it past the 2nd semester kinesiology class (fortunately a 70.4 is passing!) if God hadn't orchestrated it all. I have no idea whats next, I mean, obviously I'll get a job, my school loans demand that. But my college life, as I've known in the past 7 years, is over.

I think of the hardest times in my life, and they are always times of serious change. It's hard, but when I get through it, I'm hopeful I know God better and am enjoying where He's taken me.

Okay, enough sappy reminiscing...uh, is that spelled right? HA! To think I once started out as a photojournalism major and prided myself on my spelling skills! oh, how the prideful are brought low... I watched "Never Been Kissed" tonight, and I realized how my life eeriely parallels some parts of that movie. Unforunately, there is no Michael Vartan look-alike in my life. Why can't we choose the parallels?

In other news, I made it a total of 4 days, 3 nights by myself in the mountains. That's it. I just am not good at being by myself, especially at night. Oh well. Let's pray for better study times at home. I did take some photos while at the cabin, OBVIOUSLY fantastic quality photos, you'll be asking yourself afterwards, "why in the world did she drop photojournalism?"