So This Is Real Life...

Today was the first day of classes here at Brigham Young University. It's quite a lively atmosphere, imagine how many people you had in your high school, multiply that by 50, and add some colored skinny jeans and polka dots, and you're looking at the BYU campus. It's a humongous change to be here, not to mention I feel so small being only 17 years old. This is my last week of being 17! I'm legal this Saturday. Can't wait to go by myself some spray paint and dry ice, and of course vote. (MITT all the way!)

There are several traditions here at the Y, one being called,"Scone Day", a notoriously little known secret among students. Every Monday and Wednesday, these delicious blueberry, raspberry, and apple cinnamon scones are served only at 8 in the morning. Apparently they are to die for, because even though our bedtime the previous night was.... well really late, we woke up at 7:45 to rush down to get some. And they were absolutely worth getting up for. A myth that is associated with Scone Day is that if you eat the scones on Scone Day, you will have the best day ever. My roommate testified of this truth, except for her first scone day was not so great. So we finished our scones, then went to get ready for class.

Maybe bad luck just follows me around, but Scone Day WAS NOT MY DAY AT ALL. A bunch of little things happened (late to class, had no one to sit with in class, dropped my crackers all over my floor, made someone upset, had to add another class, etc) that made me decide the next Scone Day better work, or I will shun it the rest of my college career. Maybe it's just a roomie thing, because Destiny (my roommate) said the rest of her Scone Days have been excellent. We'll see.

The only good things that happened was I saw the cute boy in my ward that I may or may not have a crush on, and I signed up for a Polynesian dance class. Oh yeah, white girl goes hard.

Despite my blue day, I have hope that tomorrow will be a better day.

I will take luck. :)

Arrivals.

We made it. Let me tell you, a 13 hour drive doesn't seem nearly as long when you know you won't be coming back. When you are the only kid riding in the car, you have a lot of time to think too. Luckily for me, it rained almost the whole way up here. Some people might find that depressing, but I found it comforting. My last wish before I left Arizona is that the heavens would open and it would pour one last time. And it did, and I feel like it was a tender mercy from Heavenly Father, that it would follow me all the way up to my new home.

When we pulled up, the BYU sign flashed big in my eyes as I read "Brigham Young University- The World is Our Campus."

It made me feel very, very small. I call myself a kid because legally, I still am one. I don't turn 18 for a few more days, which makes me feel quite incompetent to be at a school this large. But I guess age doesn't really matter up here, it's all about what you came to do.

I've had a lot of time to think about what I want, can, and will do up here. There's an endless amount of possibilities, and I hope that I choose the right decisions and make my family and my Father in Heaven proud. We are staying in my grandparents house for the night before I move into my new dorm tomorrow. As I was browsing the millions of books stored in this house, I came across one called,"The Legacy of Peter Maughan." I gently lifted the 5 inch thick book of the shelf and casually turned the pages. Then I wondered if my name was in it. I looked up my name in the index, and sure enough, it was there! Sadie Lauren Maughan, born to Gregg and Terra Maughan, September 1st.

Legacy is a word that always carries a heavy meaning. What legacy am I creating? Will there be a book about me and my lineage in a couple hundred years? If there will be, what I am leaving behind for others to honor and remember? I know they are such loaded questions, but it's true. From now on, everything I do will affect my future generations. What a concept. I truly desire to make sure that my choices I make now will be respected for years and years to come.

I want to be remembered for doing something brilliant. What that is? I don't have a clue yet.

But I came here to find out.
Wish me luck.

So Close!

Alright. So I know my last posts about going to BYU have been pretty negative. Let me state for the fact I AM SO SUPER FREAKIN EXCITED TO GO TO COLLEGE. Really really. It's going to be the best. To get myself pumped up I've been signing myself up for a bunch of activities, one of them being a "Zombie 5k Run". Oh yeah, that's happening. Recently I've been trying to get more in shape, so hopefully that will jumpstart my training for the race. I guess I've been not really myself lately, I've had too many pity parties, it's time to buck up and face the future.  The Inevitable future. I'm going to college, and I'm not gonna like it.

I'm gonna love it.

Worth the Wait.

My time in Arizona has almost drawn to a close. My mom's already started the "this is your last" whatever it may be, from last Sunday dinner to last trip to the mall. On top of that, EVERYONE asks about college.

"Where are you going?"
"What are you going to study?"
"Who are you rooming with?"

Blah blah blah blah blah. I try my hardest to answer all their questions with as much enthusiasm as I can muster. It's not that I'm not excited, because I really I'm looking forward to SO many activities up there. I'm just a little bummed I can't take all the people I love up there with me. I'm still waiting for him to come back from Alaska. Gosh I feel like it's been forever since I've seen him. Technically, we haven't seen each other for about 6 months. Maybe longer. I had one of my infamous crying fests last night when he called. I miss him so much. Luckily for me, he will probably be here a little bit earlier than planned.

Waiting is so so so hard, but good things are meant to be waited for. Otherwise, what  would they mean to us, right? You never know how much you want/need something or someone until you don't have it when you want it. You know you really like a guy when you feel sick to your stomach every time you think about leaving him.

15 days.... 15 days. Gotta make the best of the time I have left here.