Tuesday, August 31, 2010


So once upon a time, I was a senior in high school, struggling to graduate. Most of my friends applied for college, but I was more focused on... graduating (one step at a time, I'd tell myself). Plus, I happen to be terrified of rejection (who isn't, really?). I didn't want to end up being the one who didn't get into college, where all my friends who applied had gotten in themselves. So I didn't apply. Then June 5, 2009 rolls around and guess what? I graduate! Time to live it up during the summer and just enjoy life. And it was a lot of fun. It doesn't really sink in until summer ends that I'm not going to college. For the first time after thirteen years of school, I don't know what to do. What's my goal in life? What do I really want? Definitely not to remain a slave at the Queen my whole life, I can tell you that much. So I made the decision that even if I get rejected, what can it really hurt to try? So I apply. And I actually get accepted to BYU-I!

So here it is, the end of August, and it's my last week before I head on out to Idaho. And as excited as I am to head off and start a new chapter in my life, it's a little nerve-wracking. Not to mention the fact that I'm terrible with goodbyes. So even though it's only for three and a half months, it's still hard knowing I won't see my friends or Primary class. And my family. I've lived my entire life in Marysville, Washington, and knowing I'll be leaving for months is still a little too weird for me to fully come to terms with. You know, I've always heard people saying different variations of, "I have to get out of here." I don't share those feelings though. I don't feel like I need to get out of Marysville. Marysville is my home, the only one I've ever known. And one thing is for sure- I'm going to miss it.