Spring Term at BYU

This past week has been a whirlwind of final exams, working a grand total of 35 hours, saying good-bye to one of my best friends who's heading home to submit her mission papers, and the beginning of spring term. My roommate Alyssa and I decided that we wanted to stay at BYU for spring semester to work and take a couple of classes. Our apartment complex turned from being packed to capacity into somewhat of a ghost town. Allow me to paint you a picture with absolutely terrible quality, shoutout to my old and outdated phone, but to give the thing props, it did survive being dropped in the snow this winter...twice:

Yes, that's the parking lot of my apartment complex, which for all of fall and winter semesters was constantly packed with cars and is now deserted. Don't be fooled though, spring term has already been an absolute blast so far, despite the smaller number of people! We've already made some awesome new friends and I'm looking forward to meeting even more people! I'm so excited to start my classes, and I love my job! I just really love college. I love the amazing experiences I've had that I never could have anticipated. In the two years since I was accepted to BYU, I've been in the same room as every single General Authority at least once, shaken two of their hands, driven across the entire United States, finalized my major, met the greatest friends I could ever have asked for, and the list could just keep going! I am so lucky to be at a university that is centered around the Gospel. I'm so blessed to have parents that have provided me with the opportunity to be here. Even though I don't get to spend as much time at home with my family as I would like because of the distance, I am so grateful that they are always just a text or phone call away. They are still my best friends and always will be. Life is just so great right now! I can't wait to see what other great things spring term has in store!

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