Epic ♥ was sublime. It was like orientation but, in so many ways, better.
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
And yes, I am going to continue studying. I'm just not so sure if I'll care anymore.
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