Value

"I'm just not a Bethel girl" I used to say, at the beginning of my fall semester of freshman year.
I remember saying this to myself two days ago, but when I saw my almost empty room, I realized how hard I had been trying to deceive myself.
Honestlly, I still don't believe I fit the Bethel girl stereotype, but I also know that not every thought I have, regarding Bethel, is a negative one.
I could not see the meaning while the walls were full; full of pictures from my senior year in high school, full of drafts for my color theory class, full of birthday cards and other small mementos. When I took all those memories down and put them in storage boxes, I realized how meaningful my freshman year of college had been. Such meaning could not have come about if I had not attended Bethel.
It's hard to give meaning to things, and places, and people when we are too blind to see what they have done to us or for us. Value comes about when those things that we once ignored or underestimated are stripped away from us.