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New semester

The beginning of a new semester is at hand. People are still excited about their classes, professors are getting used to new dynamics, and you see smiling faces everywhere. Of course, all of this changes as the semester goes on and students get frazzled, worried, and sleep-deprived. But the inevitable semester slump hasn't hit yet--we're just getting started! 

Like most people, I enjoy starting off a new semester. I am excited about my classes (This semester, they are all either related to speech pathology or linguistics, which is fantastic since I am very interested in those things). I take (too much) joy in writing assignments and activities down in my planner. I even like getting all of my books and skimming through them to get an idea about the class. 

However, I also like finishing a class. I love the feeling of accomplishment I get when I see the reward of hard work and studying. I am thrilled when I feel I understand the content I was supposed to learn. I love adding knowledge to my brain's toolbox of information! 

I am looking forward to this semester, including the beginning, middle, and end of it. I cannot wait to learn new information, experience new things, and grow in my friendships. I know that God is leading me day by day, and He is fully trustworthy. I will not be one of those people dragging through when they reach the end of the semester--I will go every step with my head held high and my eyes on my Savior. 

"Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you."--1 Thessalonians 5:16-18. 


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