It’s been 7 days, and I already feel like an adult.
I love it! I hated staying in my apartment originally because there was no furniture and I was alone and creeped out. However, with furniture, a busy schedule, and a roomie, I’m loving living on my own.
My 3 day school week turned out to be more interesting than I thought it would be.
My first day, there was no parking, so I wound up being late for my first English class. I also had to leave campus immediately after my last class to attend the Luke Bryan concert. Rush rush rush rush. My life consists of rushing around like a crazy lady. I won’t go into deets about Luke, because that would open a whole different can of worms. I wore my Sperrys for walking around campus, because of the massive TU campus. What I didn’t know was that I hadn’t totally broken in my Sperrys. Long story short, I got, walked on, and still have some hardcore blisters.
My second day, I started my internship at Baltimore Style Magazine. I only need one word to describe it: AMAZEBALLS. Let me explain why I use amazeballs. 1) Because Giuliana Rancic uses it, and I plan on being her when I grow up. 2) Because every time I say it, my boyfriend rolls his eyes and tells me it’s stupid. 3) I still say it all the time, duh, I do what I want. No man controls me! Haha, wow that sounds so ridiculous. But actually, I say amazeballs just to annoy him. 4) It was a sign from God in my text exchange with the wonderful Editor-in-Chief of Style, Jess Bizik. I only met Jess a little over a week ago, and aside from that fact that she’s my boss, we may as well be BFFs. Our first time meeting, we bonded over a love for Manny Machado, my fear of sleeping in an empty apartment, and our similar personalities. I knew from the beginning that I would want to work under this woman. Not only does she know the business I want to be in, but we are certainly fun-loving, crazy-minded kindred spirits. My most recent conversation with her included the word “amazeballs” being used- and I wasn’t the one who said it! My wonderfully funky, unique, blast of an editor said amazeballs! That was the moment I KNEW that this internship was meant to be. And man, did that explanation take longer than I thought! Whoops.
After my internship, I went to school, again struggling to find parking. I showed up to my class, The Legend of Socrates, just a teeny bit late. Yeah, that legend was pretty short. The prof was a total d-bag, so I left class immediately for the library and dropped that class like it was the plague. Which it may as well have been. Yikes!
I get out of the library and what do I have? A parking ticket! How fantastical. Apparently I was parked too close to a fire hydrant. Well, Towson, what do you want me to do? Go to class and get an education to prepare me for the rest of my life, or miss class to find a parking spot that’s more than 15 feet from a fire hydrant? BUILD ANOTHER PARKING GARAGE, PEOPLE! I don’t even care that I got a ticket, because I didn’t have another place to park. I’d rather not cough up $50 for an hour of parking, but what’s a girl to do.
Day three. Definitely the least interesting, yet still not event-less. After the ticket, I convinced my mom that a parking permit was, indeed, a necessity. I sent her the link and detailed instructions, and trusted her to take care of it. Without a second thought, I parked in the commuter lot and went to my class. Thankfully I didn’t get towed during the 50 minute class. When I got back to my parent’s house this evening, my mom informed me that it didn’t go through when she tried to get the permit. Man, what an SNL episode that would have been, if I’d have gotten towed because I didn’t have a permit. I almost wish I had. Almost.
So to sum up this long post, I’m seriously enjoying my first week of being a big girl. Even though the real world has crashed into me multiple times already, I’m slowly learning to roll with the punches, and enjoy it even through the difficulty.
Yes, this semester could potentially be the death of me. But yes, this semester could also be making me the woman I’m supposed to be. I’m choosing to believe the latter.
I do think that I’m going to struggle this semester. I think at times I’m going to be tired, I think at times I’m going to be overwhelmed, and I think at times I’m going to be unprepared. Growing up also includes maturing into being able to grow through those trials. I’m also confident that no obstacle thrown my way will be too much for me. My seemingly irrational faith comes solely from this:
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
2 Corinthians 12:9-10
My optimistic outlook for this daunting semester is based on the fact that I have a faithful, loving God that allows trials in life to mold me into someone better. I cannot do it on my own. If I tried to, I would fail miserably. But my weakness can show His strength. Which is why I can say with full confidence that I can’t wait to see what this semester will bring.