I had no idea how hard the semester would be. I had no idea how much reading I would have to do.
I didn't expect to read so much. Or write so much.
I didn't expect to need to learn a new vocabulary.
I didn't expect to be so panicked over every paper.
I didn't expect to do so well.
I didn't expect to struggle spiritually or to have so many adjustments in every level of my life.
I didn't expect to have my life turned upside-down.
I'm no longer the church secretary.
I'm the director of a School of Ministry at CVCF.
I'm teaching a class at SDSU.
I'm fighting fear.
I'm not sure where I'll end up at the end of the program.
But I'm moving.