The Times, They Are A-Changin'

I have a confession to make: I don't want to graduate. I have less than seven months of school left, and I'm really not ready to be done. I don't think I'm ready to move on into the "real world," so to speak. I want to have another year to finish my book and actually get tired of college. (I'm also still secretly hoping that my books will be instantly successful so I won't ever have to rely on a 9-to-5 job. I would much prefer the flexible schedule of writing, even if I was still writing 40 hours a week.) I also don't want to leave behind all the friends I've made who are two or three years behind me. Sure, I'll be around campus when I have the chance, I hope, and I'll still do things with all of these friends, but... it won't be the same. It won't be as easy as it is right now, when I still go to school here. I don't want to lose that.

But, at the same time, I trust God. I know that he put me both where I am and WHEN I am for a reason. I've always thought that I shouldn't be in the year I am because my closest friends are, with a few exceptions, either older or younger than I am, not the same age. When I'm the youngest in whatever I'm doing (freshman year, in particular), my friends are usually older, and when I'm the oldest, my friends are younger. I don't know why that happens, and I've always wished that I had either skipped a grade or taken a year off or something like that. But, God has me where I am for a reason. I don't know what that reason is, but I trust that God will bring good out of me being where and when I am. It may not be the good I would hope for, but... it will be better than the good I hope for, because, with God, how could it not be? I just have to learn to trust him.