Saturday, April 21, 2012

Pomp and Circumstance

Today, I am waking up not as a BYU student. It's the first time since January 18, 2006, which was the day I got my acceptance letter.

BYU has been so great to me. I will miss it terribly. It's sad to imagine that if I go into the HBLL or the gym, I can no longer sign onto a computer or get a wristband to use these facilities. I'm not looking for housing, signing up for classes, or making a graduation plan. I'm done with all of that. A few of my friends tell me they're jealous, that they're looking forward to the day they will graduate, but to be honest, I doubt it. Being in college is great and it's easy, because you almost always know what the next step is: keep moving toward graduation.

Confession time: if you are wondering what I'm going to do now, you're not the only one. I have received no job offers so far, but not for lack of searching, applying, and interviewing. My ultimate career goal is to be a middle school English teacher, but since I didn't get a degree in English Teaching (curse that younger, less mature version of myself who started studying English at BYU because she liked reading books! Why didn't she consider the future at all?!), I need to take an alternate route to get there. I am waiting to hear back from a few places, and while I wait, I'm going to be staying in Provo for the month of May. If I am still jobless at that point, I will admit defeat and move into the ultimate summer home: my parents' beach house in Hull, MA.

It's hard to be proud of myself for graduating from college when I still haven't completed the very last assignment: find a job. But I still have hope!

Now, just for fun, here is the version of me that came to BYU almost six years ago:

And here is the version that graduated yesterday:

I've grown up a bit.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Diary of a College Senior Trying To Scrape By Without Embarrassing Herself During Her Last Semester

January 6: Notices that the syllabi for two of her classes show papers due on April 10.

January 6-April 2: Spends a lot of time hanging out with her friends, exercising, and trying to plan for the future.

April 2: Starts thinking about papers due at the end of the semester.

April 3: Hears a speech from one of the professors expecting a paper on April 10 about the little man inside of us that tells us when we need to get started on our papers to make sure we have enough time to do a good job.

April 7, 11 am: Starts hearing the little man.
April 7, 11:15 am: Goes hiking; eats lunch; plays Just Dance; showers; goes toCostco; goes to birthday party.
April 7, 10 pm: Leaves birthday party to finally satisfy the pleadings of that little man to start on the paper.
April 7, 10:45 pm: Falls asleep, book [indicating the topic of one of the papers] in hand.

April 9, 1 pm: Hears little man screaming; finishes book.
April 9, 5 pm: Starts researching, occasionally distracted by hunger and cold.
April 9, 8:30 pm: Leaves campus; changes clothes; acquires sugar, Diet Dr. Pepper, and healthy snacks; returns to campus.
April 9, 9:40 pm: Starts draft; inspiration strikes.
April 10, 12 am: Starts hearing very strange noises in the building where she believes.she is the only one present; tentatively leaves office only to sprint to the bathroom to relieve Diet Dr. Pepper-laden bladder.
April 10, 1:36 am: Finishes draft of one paper.
April 10, 1:54 am: Finishes caffeine supply.
April 10, 2:02 am: Starts second paper.
April 10, 4:21 am: Surfaces for air; end is in sight; desperately wants to be out of the building by 5 am in case that’s when the custodial crew shows up.
April 10, 4:37 am: Finishes draft of second paper.
April 10, 4:40 am: Posts blog; leaves campus.

Monday, April 9, 2012

My life is an open book and I like to read it out loud to everyone.

I have a lot to say. And everything is better with photos, so I have a lot of those too. They are all Instagrammed picframes, so if you follow me on Instagram, you probably don't even need to read this post. Unless you have been dying for more info.

Four weeks ago, I started the BYU Lazyman Ironman. The idea is to do the distances of an Ironman but over the course of 4 weeks. That means 2.4 miles swimming (79 laps in the BYU pool), 112 miles biking, and 26.2 miles running. I finished Friday night around 8:45 pm, and luckily Courtney found me in the women's gym so she could take this triumphant picture when I got off the treadmill. (Only about 3 of the miles were run on the treadmill, BTW, because I hate that thing. It makes one mile feel like an eternity. Nothing like some fresh air and a good audiobook to keep me going). It was a challenge, but I'm so glad I did it. I'm not sure if I could have gotten through it if I hadn't started listening to the Hunger Games, because that motivated so many more miles on the bike and on my runs than I would have had the energy to do without something so captivating. So, props to Suzanne Collins, and to whoever had the idea of motivating BYU students to do an Ironman.

Friday night Jessie and I threw a surprise party for Mark, whose birthday was on Saturday. He was completely surprised and really happy (can't you tell from that giant smile on his face in every picture?), so it was definitely a success. On the bottom right, you can see the piƱata that Jessie and I made out of papier-mache with Mark's face on it. There were a lot of people there and it was a blast.

Saturday was Mark's real birthday and he wanted to go hiking, so we went to Orem and started up the mountain. It was a nice trail and a beautiful day, and these pictures represent the great time we had. Mark had never been over to the other side of the peak, so we started exploring. The bottom right shows the scooting that took place when it got a little steep, and the bottom middle is the pure bliss of running down the meadowy mountainside. Unfortunately, after that it got a little more complicated. Mark assured us there was a path down the other side of the mountain, and there actually was, but we didn't find it. Instead, we forged our own path.

On the left is what the mountainside looked like—a steep, gravely, avalanche-inducing slope. On the right is what my arm looked like after I took the shortcut and tumbled down head over heels almost all the way down to the path. There are more scrapes not pictured, but the blessing of all this is that I survived.

The rest of the weekend was more low-key. We celebrated the end of Mark's birthday with empanadas and Just Dance (our all-time favorite) last night. Today I had one Easter feast with Jessie (salmon tacos) and one Easter feast at my aunt Kriste's house (everything delicious and Easter-y that you can imagine, plus a ton of candy). It was a great weekend! And guys—I graduate in less than two weeks! Let the last round of finals begin!

Friday, April 6, 2012

Picture of the day.

I think I enjoy matching clothes with my friends more than the average person.

Monday, April 2, 2012

scenes from the weekend

Friday: completos at my mission reunion.
Saturday: the Chocolate with Craig and Kelsey.
Sunday: burning Y mountain on a frigid walk.

And just because, here is what I encountered when Jess, my cousin Kelsey's roommate, suggested we go on a walk to "District 12" (from the Hunger Games) this afternoon. It was kind of appropriate.

Unfortunately, I have no pictures of the GFUs (gospel fulfillment units) I received while listening to the prophet and the apostles speak to us during General Conference, but that happened too.