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Yeah, I’ve finished my degree. Woo Hoo!

I guess I’m now a qualified special ed teacher, so if you are in charge of a lovely, small SSP with great children and no behaviour problems, please give me a ring and offer me a job. Otherwise, I’m waiting to hear from the Department of Education.

It feels strange to have come to the end of four years of uni and suddenly to have it stop in the most anti-climactic of fashions. No tearful goodbyes, no taking of bazillions of photos, no waves of nostalgia. (Well, I did look over my shoulder at the green carpet, soaring raw concrete walls and upside-down wash tub type ceilings as I left on Thursday, so as to never ever let the beautiful scene fade from my memory…). But really, it all seems like a book that has a kind of ‘nothing’ ending.

I guess it’s partly because I never really got into the uni ‘vibe’. I did the work, I attended almost all of my classes, I got the grades, I did the pracs, I made the friends, but I never fell in love with the social scene. I didn’t spend hours sipping beer or coffee in the cafeteria. I didn’t make any ‘best friends’, and I wasn’t a rabid member of the cheer squad, the chess club, or the inter-varsity fooseball league. I did go to the Christian group in first and second year which was great, but even that managed to get run over by having to attend all those pesky classes. Yes, I know guys. I’ll obviously go to hell for that… I should be ashamed of myself etc.

In some ways I guess I would have liked to have a uni experience which was one great social gathering. But in others ways, I know I came to get qualified and be a light for Jesus at UTS. Both of which I have hopefully succeeded in doing. Uni was ehere God wanted me to be for the past four years, and I’ve done my best to please Him there, which is what really matters in the end. I’ve grown up alot at uni, worked really hard, written lots of papers, heard lots of words, and gotten myself as equipped as possible to be a good teacher. Time will tell how successful I’ll be in that profession.

For now though, I’m happy to do a bit of casual teaching, have a bit of a break and gradually switch my mind out of the uni-student groove into ‘big-wide-working-world’ mode.

Life continues to change at a ridiculous pace. Does it ever slow down?