The End Draws Near

As the end of the semester draws near i ask myself, have I done everything I can to make this semester worth while and memorable? I did attend all of my classes. I am currently passing all of them, hopefully it stays that way. I have loved learning about all the different composers and different types of music in my Music History class. My Humanities class has been one of my favorites. A class where I get to learn about art, music, dance, and architecture is definitely my kind of class. Although Math has not been the easiest I am pleased to say I have done the best that I could do in that class. 

End of the semester brings the horror of deep cleaning everywhere in my room. I didn't think that as many tornados came through my room compared to home. However, I didn't realize how much rubbish I had with me. I filled up a whole garbage bag with rubbish. I am thrilled to announce that I my dorm is cleaner than one of my rooms has ever been. Minus when I cleared everything out of my room in Arizona to move to Utah. 

Although it will be sad to say goodbye to my roommates whom I have grown very close to over the past few months. I can hold my head high that I survived a full three months away from home without my mom there to do my laundry. I look forward to the new adventure that draws nearer each passing moment. 

I am much obliged to all of you that helped me survive the real world for the first time.

Fun and Sad

So earlier this month we got the first snow fall of the season. By now all of the snow has melted nut it was fun while it lasted. In Chapman Hall there is a small hill that we went sliding down on our stomaches. It was way fun. I have a video of me doing it but haven't figured out how to post a video on my blog yet. Never mind, I just saw the video reel at the top of the page. I am a little bit of a dork. Anyway we did that and it was way fun while it lasted. 

Now for the sad part of the blog. College is amazing and I wouldn't trade being 

here for anything. Well, maybe not anything. Last night I probably would have traded living away from home for a good home-made meal. Lol.College is an amazing experience. However, it does have some downsides. I never get to see my family a

nd friends (other than the ones that are here at BYU-I). And the food isn't nearly as good. Last night a few of my roommates and I drove half an hour to Idaho Falls so that we could eat IHop. Looking into our car as we pulled into the parking lot for IHop you would have thought we were pulling into the parking lot of Disneyland. We were all jumping up and down in our seats and crying out with joy. We were all so stoaked that we got to eat "real food" and not the crappy cafeteria food that we always have to eat here. I don't think I have ever downed so much hot chocolate in so little time. There were three or four of us who ordered hot chocolate but at the table when we left there was at least six cups. It looked like we had downed tons of coffee. What do expect when the mug is tiny and half of the cup is filled with whip cream. Anyway we all left feeling very content with ourselves. Once we arrived home we couldn't believe that we just spent around an hour in the car just to go to IHop and back. How weird can college get?

My Home Away From Home

The longer I am at BYU Idaho the more I am starting to consider it my home. I know that no matter how long I am here Mesa and Orem will always be home. I am glad I chose to come to this school. We just had a discussion in my about proposition eight. And although it has already passed the fight for this is far from over. My teacher stated that we are beginning to feel what the saints of the beginning of the church went through. Although we are not being thrown from our houses and forced to leave our homes with no notice, there are saints in California who cannot even go to their usual building due to a fear for their safety. The more I study Proposition Eight the more I realize that this is a definite sign for the second coming. Politics was always something that was discussed in my family. My brother was way into politics when he left for his mission and I followed in his footsteps. I can't wait to come back to my home in Orem, sorry people in Mesa, and talk to everyone.