Last Semester Dropout

Okay, the title might be dramatic, but I really think this semester might be the death of me. Drama again. But seriously. Sitting through the first two days of classes, going over the different syllabuses my thoughts have been, "What the heck have I been doing these past semesters?". I have literally saved the hardest for last! 

With that said, if anyone sees or talks to me and I start crying or look like a crazy woman, just act natural and I promise no harm will come upon you. 

I will back up some first. I spent New Years in Salt Lake City with Shannon, which is always a blast. I do not know if everyone knows this or hears it too much, but I honestly cannot remember what life was like before Shannon. We met on our missions, she trained me. And I am so lucky! Not only do I have a great example of Christ, but she is one of the funniest people I know. Being around her is so comfortable and we have tons of fun. We laugh, we cry, we watch movies, we do whatever! I really enjoy spending time with her. She truly keeps me grounded. 

After New Years I came back to Rexburg for my LAST semester as an undergrad. And let me tell you, anything that could go "wrong" or "poorly" did. I spent way too much money on books (I have 16 textbooks). My financial aid took forever to come in (its here). I sat through classes I am not excited about (I dropped one of them), I started my internship (yaaaaaawn). I even saw someone I had no desire to see. And on top of all that I turned 25 (Like really? Am I really 25?!) This all might not seem like a big deal and I am not giving tons of details, but this week seemed not to want to end. I felt like I could not remember how to do the simplest of things, like organizing my books. I have read Plato's The Apology and Crito  multiple times and I still do not understand it. Overall, I just felt weak and exhausted this week. All I wanted to do was watch Netflix, not even eat, just sit and not think. No worries though, I did not do that. I know it will get better, but this was a hard week. 

I am a Sunday School teaching this semester and my partner has been off his mission for 3 weeks. His excitement to teach Sunday School really helped me to focus and the lesson we taught was able to put everything into perspective. It is crazy how that all works. We taught about Zacharias, Elisabeth, John, Mary, and Joseph. The most important thing that I learned was the calling of Mary to be the mother of Jesus Christ. The Angel Gabriel came to her and told her what she would be doing, this made me think about when we get asked to do things in the LDS Church. We have an appointment with the Bishop or one of his counselors and they extend a position to us and we either accept and reject. Most of the time people think, "Why me?" or "Are you sure?" I often think this about a lot of things, but to know that Heavenly Father trusts me to  not only teach Sunday School, but also to be here at this University. I know that I cannot fail as long as I work hard and am obedient. I never thought that I would graduate from college. I never thought that I would be here. But here I am. And I know I cannot fail, if I do all I can. It is amazing how Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Ghost be apart of every aspect in our lives. I am truly grateful to see this in my life and be reminded. I am also scared and confused on what I should be doing, but I know all I need to do is to take one day at a time. 

Oh and 25 isn't that bad so far.