They say that hindsight is always 20-20, whoever they is. Which is nice for me because my regular vision is about 20-250 (in other words, really bad). Looking back on my first semester as a full time college student, my mistakes are painfully obvious, brought to the forefront of my memory by the sting of embarrassment that accompanied them. The triumphs –though I hesitate to call them such- of the last four months are harder to see. They are less prominent, largely because they are not completed yet. I have not taken my finals yet and I cannot say with any certainty that I will succeed in my goal of a 4.0 GPA this semester. To be fair, however, there are very few things I can say with certainty at this point.
I do know that, whatever happens I am proud of what I have accomplished this semester. It has been a long road, filled with pleasant and less than pleasant surprises, old friends and new sisters, big problems and small slip ups. This semester I was faced with the regular ups and downs of life, presented in a new and interesting way, like a familiar puzzle whose pieces have been reshaped. There are some things I could have done better, but there are many things I could have done worse; I will be content with that.
I know that next semester I will continue to make mistakes; that is a mark of humanity. My hope for the future is that I will make new mistakes while learning from the old. Someone once said, “Insanity is conducting the same experiment over and over, expecting a different result.” Now I know better what the result of my actions will be and I have no desire to repeat some of my experiments. I would like to move into next semester believing that my previous mistakes will stay in the past, where they belong.