Rememberings?

How will people remember me? Maybe this is a ridiculous question to think about. I think about it sometimes. I thought about it a little when highschool was coming to an end, because I knew I was leaving and not coming back for any extended period of time again, for the most part. My time there was finished and it was time to move on. For 18 years I lived in the same community. People watched me grow up. How did they assess my growth? Who did they believe I'd become? There are quite a few people's answers to those questions and more that I would value very much and there are quite a few more people's answers to those questions that I could care less about. I don't mean that arrogantly, but I wasn't a prominent member of the community. I didn't serve or lead in any worthwhile ways. There were people who's lives I was a part of and who played a part in my life. Those are much cared about. Outside of this group though, I really don't have any concern for the popular opinion of myself. As I approach the end of my time here at Taylor it is a different story. I have taken much ownership of this place and these people and this institution on the whole. I've participated, served, and led here. How will these people think of me? What will they think of me when I've moved on? Will any of them think of me at all? I have given of my time, effort, pride, comfort, and enjoyment. Four years of my life have been given to this place as a whole, not just a handful of individuals. For this reason, I believe it's relevant to wonder how I will be remembered, if at all. How do my professors assess me? Do my hall directors hire me again? Would the administration deem my work acceptable to their standards? More importantly that all of those, how will my guys remember me? Did I lead them wisely enough? Did I push them strongly enough? Did I serve them humbly enough? Will mine be a story of spite or respect? And no matter what their answers would be to those questions, I would value each and every one of them. They each have a place in my heart, a place in my memory. I do believe that as time passes and we are no longer together every day, I'll still be inclined to count them as 'one of my guys'. I worry that my time has been in vane, that I've been tragically mistaken. I worry that my pride has clouded my ability to assess my role. I've made mistakes. I've been very wrong before. I doubt I've been the best P.A. ever. There are no illusions about that. However, I would regret the great sense of waste this all will have been if this has all come across as selfish pride. As God is my witness, I have done these things with love in my heart and growth on my mind.