More than any other time in college, this semester has called into question my priorities.
I feel as though I've spent more time out of school than in it, this time around. Maybe it's because I am a senior and this is a natural progression. Maybe life outside is tugging at me and beckoning me out.
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| How could you resist? |
I have chosen life experiences over a higher letter grade, this time. I might regret it when it comes to graduation, but for the last two months of school, I have been busy balancing my classes, caving, volunteering, the thesis project, and my coffee shop job. Small wonder I haven't updated this blog.
In that time I have struggled to complete assignments before taking off on a long cave trip. Apologized to friends that I haven't seen in ages when I cancel on them yet again. And I've cried in frustration when the careful balance of my schedule tips the wrong way, and I drop one of the items I'm juggling.
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| Except this drop. |
I know that this is temporary, though. And from the limited life experience I have, I've noticed that the hardest things are usually the most worthwhile.
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| So much bus sickness for this... |
Maybe my priorities are completely wrong. But I wonder if I'll look back and regret a day I could have spent in school instead of out finding bats, getting filthy, getting to know some fantastic people.
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| Mr. Myotis says "I'd rather you didn't..." |
I doubt it.
--Batwoman
