Wow. I scarcely believe it. I am about to graduate. Let me say it again - wow! I still have 30 pages of screenplay outstanding, but I think I'm gonna finish most of that at home. I've been writing, and it's coming, but it's coming slowly. So I'm not stressing about it. It will happen.
Last night I was sitting on the steps of Founders watching folks throwing a frisbee in the grassy circle. I remembered. Freshman through junior years, we played Frisbee in the circle all the time. I suddenly saw different people running and shouting, and I saw myself among them - pained, always pained, and wondering why guys didn't throw frisbees to girls. How this school is changed. How I have changed. And how we've stayed the same... I felt tears of joy to God, and a rich sense of fulfilment and completion. By God's grace, I have lived these five years the fullest of any in my life. I hope I feel the same way at the very end of this time on earth.
Tomorrow night Christy, Brittainy, some others, and myself all head out to Raven's Rock at 10pm. We plan to build a fire and stay out past midnight. That should bring back another rush of nostalgia, since Raven's Rock is one of my favorite spots. That is where I first went hiking freshman year, escaping the dreary memories of suburbia for a trek through nature. This semester, I climbed that 40' cliff.
Thursday evening is the Chorale banquet, a summation of more memories. This year I have learned heaps about music, much more than I ever knew before. I love music, and I positively adore singing. I'm not the best, but it brings me joy. It allows me to pour out all my breath to God. Besides that, I don't know when next I'll be able to sing in a choir of this sort. What an experience and an opportunity we have had!
Friday my family arrives - five siblings and my dad. They will hopefully show up in time for the barbecue, which they had said before they would not be able to manage. This is a tremendous blessing... I've stayed for graduation every previous year, and I always imagined how sad it would be when I was attending my own bbq without my family. My mom had always told me before that they probably wouldn't make it out, and so I find that I actually managed to give it up somewhere in the past years. Now I feel that their presence is sheerly a gift.
And I have a job interview tomorrow at 3:30. It's a good job. I would like to have it. We will see.