The Last Day of Classes
The last day of classes always sneaks up on us. We count the weeks. We count the hours. And suddenly, we’re counting memories.
The halls echo differently today. There’s laughter, yes. But also sighs. A sense of something ending. A strange mixture of relief and sadness.
We hand in final papers. We whisper quiet goodbyes. We pack books and the lessons that can’t be graded. The ones about patience. About perseverance. About grace.
This moment feels uneven—like one of those chapters in Equilibrium. Life’s surfaces are never as steady as we hope they’ll be. But maybe that’s how learning works.
Through imbalance.
Through struggle.
Through surprise.
The final day isn’t only about what we finished. It’s also about what began. Ideas that were planted quietly. Friendships that changed us. Prayers whispered between deadlines.
I think about the students and teachers who carried invisible battles this semester. The ones who pressed through fatigue, fear, and failure. The ones who showed up anyway. That’s sacred work.
In Pause with Jesus, I wrote about noticing the unnoticed moments—the holy hush in ordinary spaces. This day feels like that. A sacred hush before the next beginning.
So breathe.
Say thank you.
Remember how far you’ve come.
The last day of classes isn’t the end of learning. It’s the invitation to live what we’ve learned. To walk forward in the balance of gratitude and growth.
Good , as always!!
As a student, the last day of classes end with a sigh … of relief, of dread of a new door to enter, of uncertainty.
As a teacher, the last day of classes end with a different kind of sigh … of loss of friends we may not see again, of satisfaction of giving the next generation tools to live life in an uncertain world, of gratitude for sharing life together.
As a student the last day of classes is so rewarding and such a burden. The new semester starts as soon as the last final ends. I begin thinking about what I succeeded, what I failed doing, and ways I need to grow and be successful. The stress of finishing well is very hard and draining. But the joy of a new beginning is so refreshing, allowing the things of the previous to stay where they are and to move forward.
I am so thankful for all the lessons I have learned this semester. Inside and outside of class, I have been formed and molded into someone who moves slower and walks closer to Jesus. This life is not supposed to only be about working for the Lord, but instead we are supposed to be with the Lord of the work. I have learned balance in a new way. I found myself seeking comfort in friends because I lacked that comfort from family. God convicted me that I would only be able to find that in Him. I am so excited for the opportunity to continue growing and practicing the spiritual disciplines that I have learned this semester.
Something about this semester ending carries such a bittersweet feeling. People leaving who I’m close to, classes ending which made such impact, and time with teachers which I won’t get to experience in the same light. This semester ending has given me such a reminder of why our presence in the present is just so valuable and such a blessing. We were created for relation, for memories, and for connection and in this semester, I was able to fully take advantage of that. I am so grateful for the marks that God has put on my heart in the classes, on the field, and on the campus this semester. It serves as a reflection of how far I’ve come and the potential I have to grow.
I’m so thankful I got to take this spiritual formation class. I’ve learned so much about myself and my growth and journey with God. I’ve learned it’s okay to wait and sit in silence. When i got hurt with my leg injury I was scared but after pastor chris and my classmates talked to me and prayed over me i realized that it’s okay to take a step back and to wait and not rush anything.
Today was the last day of class, and I’ve learned so much in this class, and the journey and the faith I have now are so amazing. My faith wasn’t that good when I joined this class. I had a lot of things going on, and it would always be about a person or somebody, and I had to learn from this class ending; I had to learn and let go. My forever person is out there, but I was looking in the wrong direction, and now I’m looking in the right direction, and I’m going to keep encouraging myself to do that. I love hard the way I love God, and my mom is the way I would love my future spouse. I’m grateful to everybody who was around me this semester and made bonds that I will always have for the rest of my life. For God be the glory.
Oh, that last sentence!
“The last day of classes isn’t the end of learning. It’s the invitation to live what we’ve learned. To walk forward in the balance of gratitude and growth.” This is so true. This spiritual formation class has taught me many disciplines, allowed me to make connections, and grow by getting outside of my comfort zone. Being in a non-judgmental environment with students who want more of God is so beautiful and refreshing. I wasn’t sure what the class would consist of when I added it to my schedule, but I know God had a plan and it was such a blessing. I value every day we had in class together and will continue to use what I learned.
“We pack books and lessons that can’t be graded.” Wow. The past three semesters for me can be summed up in this sentence. So many lessons in and outside the classroom, so many stories shared and listened to, and once mandatory books that now sit on my shelf. One last semester for me. One last chance in the undergrad world. One last time to be impacted while making an Impact.
“We pack books and lessons that can’t be graded.” Wow. The last three semesters can be summed up by that sentence. So many lessons learned in and outside the classroom, so many stories shared and told, and once mandatory books now sit on my shelf, no longer rented but bought. One last semester for me. One last semester in the undergrad world. One last semester to make an impact while being impacted by the people around me.