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It's NOT Good-Bye It's "See Ya Later!"

I never anticipated how difficult going off to college would be! I am honestly SO excited, don't get me wrong, but at the same time, it's been really hard! First off, I've been working on packing up my room! It's so weird to see my closet so empty! I've made list after list of stuff that I need to pack/get and the "fun" never seems to stop! It has been pretty fun to see all of the stuff that I find when going through my room though! Papers from classes I've hated, letters and card from people, purses with my long lost camera buried in the back of my desk drawers, and so on! It's also given me quality time with my mama, who's been fervently helping me through the packing process! Then of course there's the good-byes. Literally the worst thing ever invented. It's such an oxymoron, I mean what's good about saying "good-bye" or "see ya later?!" English is SO weird. Anyways, I've been SO blessed to have had some really amazing people placed in my life! Each of them have taught me unique lessons that I couldn't have possibly learned anywhere else! They have been my guideposts when I've needed advice, a shoulder to cry on, a support system, people to share my triumphs with, and have supported me through the good times and the bad! This list of people includes friends, extended family which I've been so blessed to have close by throughout my years growing up, amazing YW leaders, and of course my beyond amazing family! I am honestly dreading saying good-bye, and the few I have said have been hard enough!

At the same time though, there are SO many things that I'm looking forward to at BYU! First of all, I get to meet a whole bunch of new people! My personal goal is to be a more outgoing person at college! I feel that up until my junior year of high school, I was so shy! I really want to put myself out there and meet a whole bunch of great friends, because I know without a doubt that BYU will be full of really amazing people! I am also really excited about my classes! I'm taking some that look really interesting!! I'm especially excited to be taking a dance class, something that I've wanted to do for SO long! I am also really excited to live in the dorms! I am really looking forward to being a part of a student ward that is mostly made up of fellow freshman who are just as clueless about college life as I will be, to begin with at least! Then there's picking a major, which I'm excited and nervous about at the same time! I can't wait to go to BYU football games! I NEVER went to football games in high school, but I really think they'll be a lot of fun! I am also really looking forward to discovering opportunities to sing at school! I am auditioning for choir for sure, but I'm sure there are even more ways I can continue singing, something that I love more than anything! Finally, I am so excited for the many opportunities that I will have to grow spiritually at BYU and strengthen my testimony of the Gospel! I'll get to go to Tuesday devotionals, family home evening groups, General Conference, the Provo Temple, and so on! I am also SO excited for my Book of Mormon class! I love the BOM and can't wait to study it in depth!

So needless to say, this whole going off to college thing is really bitter sweet! Three more days until I leave for Provo! I hope you're ready for me BYU! For now, this beautiful song is the anthem of my life: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WVDfHBxGPOs&playnext=1&list=PL37395F13E00A3542

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