I love the temple. More than words can describe. I went last night with my ward (which consisted of barely 10 people) and it was a great night! I made a goal my senior year to attend the temple once a week. I was pretty consistent with my goal and found an increased amount of the Spirit in my life. Since moving away from my beautiful Mesa temple, I haven't been so consistent. I have probably gone 7 in the past 6 months and wish so much I had a car and that I wasn't so against walking in the cold. I always have excuses. Nonetheless, there are always people willing to take me and time that I can make for the beautiful temple. I just need to step up. Last night the 1st counselor to President Bateman of the Provo temple presidency, spoke to all those waiting in the baptistry. Provo has the busiest baptistry and they are sure proud of it! He shared his testimony with us and it just added to the wonderful Spirit felt. It's so great to know that a temple visit that lasts atleast 2 1/2 hours will become such a strength and booster for me. I need to go more often and do better, try harder.
This is what Gen (my roommate) and I do. We take pictures of ourselves and end up regretting it later. This was taken right before we went jogging one night. I think I might regret posting this picture but the truth is... most of my pictures look like this.
Roadtrip home for President's Day Weekend! This was before we got lost in Vegas for an hour. So much fun.....
Free pancakes at I-hop night! What our waiter DIDN'T know was we had just gone to Krispy Kreme's and bought a dozen donuts. Needless to say... the night ended with self-induced puking. Healthy!
Hope you've enjoyed a few pictures from my second semester at BYU! What a fun time its been up here. Gotta love college.
I'm going to start each blog with word that acts as if I'm in the middle of a conversation. Like BUT, SO, REMEMBER WHEN... just because that's the way I talk. I answer phones, begin letters, and talk like I'm conversing with someone who already knows my life story. Just thought I'd preface that.
So because I attend BYU, I feel a lot of pressure academically. Not just during midterms and finals, but ALL the time. Last week was a product of academic anxiety. This week is another week of the mounting stress. And next week will be the pinnacle of pressure. I really do love my classes. I'm taking Sociology 111, Art History 202, American Sign Language 201, Religion 122, and Volleyball 3,000. I love each and every class- they are all tailored to my interest so it's not hard to stay awake or enjoy what I am learning. BUT! It is hard to keep up. Every class... with the exception of volleyball... has more work than I imagined for what seemed like easy classes. Wrong. There ARE NO easy classes at this University. And because last semester I took Suicide 101, my GPA is suffering dramatically. Hopefully I can recover myself and kick some college butt. I will not be weeded out and will not allow my efforts go to waste. I just hope that with full-time school and part-time work I can manage my schedule and come on top. I need to have a little more faith and everything will be alright.
P.S. I think everyone should listen to "I Will Learn To Love Again" by Kaci and dance while doing so.
I fear that my life is being taken over by the internet...
Facebook, MySpace, Google, email galore, online bank accounts, and finally... Blogger. The list goes on and on and on and on. And I feel that the ONLY reason I am actually making my own Blog is due to one reason: peer pressure. My seminary teacher gave me one ultimatum when going off to college but to create my own Blog. So I did. Here I am, one year later, and my sister-in-law (after making her own fully animated and beautifully construed page) has helped with the overloading pressure. I say to them give me time and I will give you the fanciest Blog you've ever seen. This will take the place of any other internet frenzy that I, a time-wasting college student, will take part of. I will put aside other important things I am doing in order to give you, the reader, a piece of my mind. Things like homework, chores, personal hygiene... everything that should matter. And in this process, I will become technologically proficient while trumping every other Blogger in their efforts to create "The Best Page Ever." Namely... Stephanie Walker.
So, mock me all you want. But first mock my seminary teacher and my sister-in-law.