After 12 Years in College, I'm Praying and Hoping to Graduate This Semester

 


Today, I attended what may very well be my last face-to-face undergraduate class — not just for the semester, but maybe for my entire college life.

Not maybe. I hope. I pray. I need it to be the last one.

As I walked out of that classroom, I was hit with a flood of emotions. Overwhelmed doesn’t even begin to cover it. There’s still so much uncertainty. I have three major requirements left, and I honestly don’t know if I’ll make it. I’m praying — to every god and force out there — please, help me graduate this semester.

It feels so surreal to be here. I started college twelve years ago. Twelve years. That’s a lifetime of starting, stopping, falling behind, trying again. And now, as I stand at the edge of what I hope is the finish line, I’m feeling a mix of fear, hope, nostalgia, and exhaustion.

"What happens if I don’t make it this time? What do I do? What face do I have left to show?"

Despite the fear, I know there are still things I can do. I can still give it everything I’ve got. I just hope and pray that what I do now will finally be enough.

But doubt is a cruel companion. It whispers that I’ve been mediocre. That I haven’t done anything meaningful. That maybe I wasn’t cut out for this. That maybe I should’ve chosen a different path.

Yet, I’m learning to answer that voice.

Because the fact that I’m still here — still fighting — says something. This journey hasn’t been easy. But it’s mine. And it's one filled with resilience, tenacity, and a quiet strength I’m only beginning to recognize.

Maybe I’ve been stuck for twelve years. But maybe I’ve also been becoming. Becoming someone who knows how to stay in the fight. Who knows how to hope even when it's hard. Who dares to dream of something better.

So here I am, standing on the threshold of graduation, with three requirements to go and my entire heart in prayer.

Let this be the end of this long chapter. Let this be the beginning of the future I’ve waited so long to step into.

And if life has one more curveball in store? I’ll keep going. Because I’ve come too far not to.

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