This was music to my ears, since during my junior year we thought the seniors were incredibly grumpy. At any rate, here I am, just days away from finishing the fall semester of my senior year. Hard to believe.
Senior year is somehow different from the other years.
In liturgics practicum we practiced celebrating the Eucharist. We practiced baptisms and marriages and funerals. We learned how to celebrate the sacraments of the church, which for many of us meant standing behind the altar for the first time. Senior year is a liminal time, as one of my professors likes to say. We are here, yet we are not here.