Today I graduate from college.

I am sitting on the floor of my room (because I have no desk) facing a closet door mirror that is in dire need of cleaning, examining myself. I look like I've been hit in the head with a pole -- no joke. My eyes are half-awake with huge dark circles beneath, my hair hasn't been properly fixed in days, and my complexion is the contrast of glowing and smooth. But I'm done. I have completed college, and maybe it proves that the race was well ran by exactly how very weary I look.

I remember first coming to Biola and feel so very different from that girl. I don't know when the exact transition began, but I really have matured in a lot of ways. It's funny to say that, because I know I'll look back on this very day and think of how young I really was.

There's apart of me that wants to jump and scream in delight, another that would like to enroll in another semester, the me that's begging to fling myself into the world full force, then the me that wants to take it one day at a time. My friend Charissa always says how she likes when Anne of Green Gables refers to the "many Anne's" in her, and I have possibly never been able to relate to that concept more than at this very time.

I guess just like anything, it's happening whether I'm ready or not. And I'm thankful for that. What an accomplishment. What a journey. A time to celebrate and be proud.

Here's my "shoot out" to my fellow graduate readers: Charissa, Rachel, Mindy, Candice (extra shoot out for your reading dedication), Morgan, and Danika.