Surprise

The eighth lap is upon me. Seven full time semesters, each containing an ample 15 hours of credit, and three interterm classes, have led me to this point, a point of no return:

Graduation drawth nigh.

Tomorrow morning I'll head to Professor Payne's Preaching II class, practically on autopilot. I've done this before, but the fact that this is the last time I will get to do this is a heavy thought. Part of me fears that the coming end could tempt me to check out from my duties as a student and student leader, but I hope that instead, as I face my own Boyce mortality, I will savor every last second that God gives me at the school I love abundantly.

Nevertheless, this semester still caught me by surprise.