Long time no write?

The wayward daughter returns... to her blog. People aren't kidding when they spout the typical college cliches. I'm tired, busy, would rather just sleep and eat when I'm not studying and stay up much too late when I have 8 am classes... everyday.
Well, the reason I'm here again is because of an affirmation. Yes, Katie, I mean you. Lately I have been on a yo-yo of decisions concerning my major. And I have come to the point where I have the deepest sort of peace, I guess, about majoring in English with a concentration in creative writing. In the beginning, when God created my journey of college, I was pretty set on a communications major in journalism. Now that I have taken a comm. class, I can see that it's just not gonna work out. It's too technical for me. I am not saying that this class, intro to interpersonal communications, isn't helpful- because it is! I'm learning a lot! But I just don't have that fire in my belly when I'm in that class. However, when I'm in my researched writing class I get excited and hopeful! I wan't to get out there and start doing things. And I'm not even fond of researched writing. I got my first paper back on Wednesday, anxious of what I got. I trust myself in my writing skills... this was different though. It was research... it is an upper classman class. It was my first one. I got a B on my paper (which was on Human Trafficking). There weren't technical errors and he said it was well and clearly written. I just needed to develope my thesis more. Whew. What a relief! I thought that if I got anything but an A, I'd be discouraged and start wondering whether I really wanted to be a writer. But that didn't happen... I think if you love something well enough you'll get over the hurdles and obstacles and discouragements that go before you. George Lucas taught me that...
Plus, a major in English means... more books! Oh sweet mother of matrimony, YES! If I don't have a book to analyze, I start analyzing MY life until all that's in my head is a jumbled kind of ridiculousness (not a word?). And we do not want that. So, I'm excited for that. I just like having things figured out and settled... But things rarely ever are.

It's amazing. The freshmen are in the process of getting housing settled for next year (hello AC?) and while I should be pulling my hair out or having a heart attack from the stress that comes with this, I'm not. I think I've experienced so many trust lessons over the past year that I know I'll be okay, whatever the outcome. Psalm 36:5 God's faithfulness reaches to the skies (aka- it doesn't end)... a kind of relief right? Duh. So, despite the fact that I need to pay a down payment of $300 by March 22 (praise the Lord for tax refunds!), and that I need to have my roommate situation sorted out by the end of the month, and that I need to start finding/applying for loans for next semester... I have a deep, deep peace. I thought, that after freshman year, the lessons of trust in God would get easier. That was false. They don't get easier, I just understand why I can and should trust God. The more I know him the more I LONG to trust him. Which makes trusting God my first reaction to situations (hopefully...)

I wish I could talk about EVERYTHING that God is doing, what Vanguard is like, about the amazing friends I've made, about all the late nights studying...

But I guess I can only sum up in saying... I love it. Truly.

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be. -Douglas Adams