FIRST Snow of the Season!

Say what? I'm almost done with my first semester of college? It has literally FLOWN by! I'll be back in Virginia for Christmas in only 24 more days, so basically 3 and a half weeks! I'm a little excited!! After Thanksgiving break, I only have two more weeks left of classes, and then finals! AHHH! I love Christmas more than anything and I am SO excited that I get to spend it with my amazing family! Being away from them for 3 1/2 months has been super hard, so I can't wait to spend time with them! Thank goodness BYU is amazing and makes being so far away from home completely worthwhile!

This weekend, good ole Provo got it's first snow of the season on Friday night! My good friend Alyssa is from California, so it was her first real snow! So obviously, we had to go on a snow adventure around campus and take tons of pictures! It was a blast!

Kaylee and I mimicking the statues behind the HFAC!

We went to the library to warm up and took some pictures with the Christmas trees!

Alyssa's first snowball!!

We had so much fun! Last night was our last home football game and it was FREEZING COLD! We left around half time because we were absolutely frozen! We won 42-7 though! When we got back, my friend Kaylee came over and we watched some shows on Netflix! I went to church this morning and I am about to go get some homework done while listening to Christmas music! Life is so so good.

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