EMC

547 days until I see this beautiful face again.

Arizona could never receive a better sister missionary.

Don't worry, I only cried for like 3672 hours.

DFTBA

Fall 2013

The most random and eventful semester of my life is finally over. I'm actually shocked that I made it. With getting engaged and all that right smack in the middle I'm amazed I didn't just give up completely and quit school forever. So props to me.

I was only able to take 9 credits this time around because marching band is impossible to work with. I mean TWO HOURS EVERY DAY FROM 11:45 TO 1:45?! Who came up with that brilliant idea?

Whatever.

My COMM 2110 class was entitled Intro to Interpersonal Communication. It was super interesting. It was like a mix of things I learned in psychology and things I learned in my COMM 1010 class... with a dose of a whole ton of things I don't even understand. Since talking to Scott on my train rides was a lot more interesting than reading my textbook, I didn't learn a whole ton. Which is my own fault. But in reality, our relationship is a forever thing and this class was only relevant for a few months. So I feel like I'm justified.

COMM 1020 was Principles of Public Speaking and holy bananas my teacher thought it was a 3000 level course. She was SO HARD. LIKE SO HARD. I wanted to kill myself every time I walked in that room. But I made some friends and had people to complain with. We were all suffering together and it was wonderful. I like small classes because then you actually have to talk to people and make semi friends. It's nice. Anyway, despite my teacher grading harder than any professor I've ever had, I learned a lot and I gained a lot from researching/practicing/presenting my speeches. I found out a lot about my passions and my own interest.

Marching Band was the most draining, discouraging, rewarding class I've ever taken. Band camp was a killer. Two weeks before school started we spent from sun up to sun down (and then some) practicing out on the HPER Field. I thought classes would be easier than that. Nope. Football games were long and exhausting, but lots of fun. I made so many awesome friends and I'm thankful for that. But mostly I'm so proud of myself for learning how to play the trumpet. It was so much harder than I had anticipated and I spent a lot of rehearsals bored and frustrated. But several mini lessons with different people helped me finally figure it out! And since I didn't play most of the time, my marching technique was great ;)
All in all I'm glad this semester happened, but I'm even more glad that it's over. And I'm even more glad that I only have to do college six more times. Hopefully.

RIP 4.0

2012-2013

Goodbye perfect GPA, it was nice knowing you. I will cherish the days we spent together, for they were not long enough. I hope next semester doesn't totally smash you into the ground again. Let's hope for the best. <3