Sunday, March 04, 2012

Brigham Young University

As of Thursday, February 23, 2012 I am a student studying a Brigham Young University.

*Insert interjection that appropriately portrays my excitement*!! When I opened the email telling me that a decision had been reached and that I was to follow a link telling me of the decision my heart all but completely stopped beating. I was watching a movie with my roommates and proceed to quietly follow the link. When I received the below letter... I burst into tears.

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What a flattering acceptance letter. I am honored and humbled to have been accepted to a school run by the Lord, such a prestigious and highly admired school. And I am now a student! This has been a dream and goal of mine ever since I was a small child, around 5 years old, and we came to visit and I found out they had a bowling alley here... ambitious I know. But as I've grown my motivation for attending has (obviously I hope) changed into a desire to receive a quality education that also incorporated the Lord into my every day life. That allowed me to be surrounded by people with my standards. My gratitude is unending and my excitement to attend is unabashed. I love this school and this city. I know, without a doubt, that, right now, Utah is where I am supposed to be.

Friday, March 02, 2012

A Forever Processes

I really love to learn. Ask anyone that knows me and they'll tell you that I want to know everything....
But really though.
But, I find it an interesting phenomenon in that the times I seem to learn the most in my life are the times I'm least eager to do what it takes to learn. When it's hard, when it hurts, when I want to just stop learning and sleep for a while. But, I've also come to find that those are the times I'm most grateful for later in life. I'm grateful that I broke my elbow because now I'm almost entirely ambidextrous. I'm grateful for people that have hurt me because they taught me that I want to be kind and never make people feel the way I've been made to feel. I'm grateful for bad hair days because it makes me appreciate when my hair decides to be awesome!
So. From that perspective, these are ALL good days, right? So what I really need to do is learn that the struggle is part of it. And appreciate the hard in the moment because it's those days that make me good.
I'm learning... and it's a forever process.