calling
I got out of class a little early today and I’m sitting outside in the sun on a bench waiting for 2 o’clock to roll around, which means I have 4 classes down and my 5th (and longest) one to go. At least I’m in the home stretch though, huh? I really don’t mind being here though. I will take going to school for hours upon hours any day over being cooped up in an office for 8 1/2 hours staring at a computer. It’s almost midterm already and I can hardly understand how I’m halfway through my first semester. I’ll take it though. We had the first social work club meeting today that my teacher took us to during class which included imo’s pizza and salad in the board meeting room at a long, professional table. It felt strange but I’m glad to know there are people here who want to be involved in their community. I’m very slowly starting to think more and more about grad school and looking up different schools and programs. The whole idea is impossible to me. I guess we’ll see. All I know is that I have such a huge passion for these refugees to succeed. They just have to. I love them all so much and I have to work towards doing what I can to help. It is my calling. God has made that clear for sure…
