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Week 3

Well here we go. This week wasn't nearly as bad as I was expecting it to be! I had something that I've always known reconfirmed to me without the course of this week: Heavenly Father has placed some pretty amazing people in my life. I've felt so much love and support from so many people this week! My mom sent me a letter and a care package, Becky sent me a letter, Sister Hatch sent me the sweetest e-mail ever, and my friends are just plain awesome. I am so blessed! My friend Sam and my roommate Alexis and I were talking last night about how it will be so interesting to see how this setback fits into the plan that Heavenly Father has for me. Someday it will all make sense. As much as I want to understand everything right now and know exactly what my future is going to be, that's not how Heavenly Father works. So, things are improving on that front.

This week I've been pretty much studying nonstop for tests. WOO. it's a blast really. This weekend I managed to squeeze in some fun though! My friends and I walked a 5K on Friday night! It was awesome. We came in last place, but we had so much fun! I had to take a test this morning, so after the 5K, Sam was awesome and came over and helped me study! When we finished, me, her, and Alexis talked forever and it was lovely. Today I took my Poli Sci test. As I was taking it I was pretty much convinced I'd failed, to the point that I wasn't even going to look at the T.V. screen to see my score. Well, I decided to look and found that I'd gotten an 87! I was pretty siked. Then I had to come home and study for my Physical Science test on Tuesday. Then I have a Book of Mormon test on Thursday! The fun NEVER stops! At least I get to go to the Hunger Games midnight premiere this week! I'm so excited! Anyways, today I went grocery shopping with my roommate. Then we got some Papa John's pizza and ate pizza for dinner with Sam and Mallory. It was delish. Now I should go to bed because I have church at 9 but I'm just not tired yet. Ah well. Ta ta for now!

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