Time flies when you're having fun...or so I'm told. I guess I believe it too. Believe it in a non-physical way because I realize time can't actually speed up or slow down no matter how slow some class might seem to take or how fast a 20 minute nap goes by.
The past few weeks, anxious seniors have been getting accepted to colleges and universities across the country. Reading all of their excited status updates on facebook takes me back two years when I was doing the exact same thing. I'm a tad jealous of some of them who knew where they wanted to go and as soon as they got accepted were able to jump for joy and tell all of their friends. I feel for the ones who still haven't decided because that's exactly where I was.
The question for me was never "if I get in" because I knew I would. It was always deciding which one to go to. I actually didn't make up my mind until the morning I would have had to register for housing at BYU. It was the first thing I needed to do as a new student and being the procrastinator I am, I took full advantage of the time leading up to that date. Choosing to come to BYUI has been the best decision of my life. If you don't believe me, just read past blog entries because I feel like a brag about here all the time.
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| First Semester |
I've learned a lot since coming to Idaho and seeing what I've learned kind of makes me happy. I probably would have learned many of the same things at any university and met other awesome friends and had a different amazing bishopric but I'm content with what I have. Sure I've learned random bits of information that will help me in my future classes and future career, but I've also learned things about myself and my character.
Since my room was never the cleanest growing up I always wondered what my future home would look like. Well, I can say with 100% confidence that it will be clean. I've learned that I enjoy a clean bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom. I don't like dirty dishes in the sink, I don't like hair all over the floor, I don't like crumbs on the counters, I don't like dust on the shelves, I don't like socks on the floor; I like my bed made, I like my cupboards straight, I like the dishwasher full, I like fresh flowers on the table, and I like coats hung in the closet. And while I think I always appreciated these things growing up, I never wanted to put in the time or effort to make them that way, so if things weren't clean it didn't matter too much. Now, I straighten my room once or twice a week so I don't go crazy, if my bed isn't made I feel like a slob, and if a shelf is getting dusty I whip out the Pledge. Yup, it happened just like everyone said it would. I've started to turn into my mother....Thank you college.