This week has been extremely full of new people, new things, new places and not a lot of sleep. But that's pretty much been my whole year hasn't it? Except the sleep part of course, I slept a lot this year. It's been a year of change. I think that is what sophomore year is all about. Change. The word sophomore means intellectually pretentious, juvenile, and immature. I've had a lot of those moments this year. I continue to search myself, finding darker and more foul things all the time and I understand that this is a season, a puzzle piece in my sanctification.