Turning to Face the Sun

Fall semester has started. There are once again a remarkable number of people on campus, freshmen do walk as slowly as everyone says, and my days are full from beginning to end. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have class from nine to two and then go to BYUSA until five. Yesterday I got up early to get ready to make a good impression. My classes are okay. I have three hours of math in a row, and it makes me die a little inside when I think about it. I hate math. A lot. I begin my day with my New Testament class and end it with my Doctrine and Covenants class, so it isn't all bad. I have the same teacher for D&C that I had for the first half of it last fall. She did not recognize me at first, and when she finally did it was really funny. The first day of classes is always the hardest. All you do is go over the syllabus. This means you don't find out if your teacher is boring until the next class because everyone is boring when going over a syllabus I could read on my own.

So, I finally got done with classes and ran to BYUSA. It was a mad house. All of the new freshmen came in, and we found out we were not as prepared as we thought. I was running around the whole time. Also, I still do not know how to answer everyone's questions. Thank goodness Eric is there every day now. I do not think I would survive without him being there. 

By the end of the day, I had three long homework assignments due before midnight, FHE, and a desperate craving/ need for chocolate. I got most of my homework done, but I missed FHE. At a certain point I just gave up and went out to talk to my old roommates since they live in the same building. One of them gave me chocolate chip cookies and legitimately saved my life. At about ten I went to work again and got the rest of my homework done. Today I only have one class. It can't be too bad.

My poor little brother is a freshman in high school now, and he did not have the best first day of school either. It is "tradition" as he says for me to pick his first day of school outfit. I have done it since we stopped going to schools that required uniforms. Well, to my mistake, I did not pick one before I left this time. We ended up skyping so I could pick it out starting with a shirt and going down to shoes and socks. He looked so handsome, or so I am told. It made me happy that he still holds me in such high esteem. I love my little bro. Anyways, I am beginning to think I may as well just skip the first day of classes from now on. They aren't fun for anyone. I guess I better turn to face the sun so all of the shadows of yesterday will be forgotten. 

I also find this a good time to look at the ways I have changed over the course of a year. At the beginning of last year, I was scared. I was in a new place. I looked at my schedule every few minutes to make sure I would go to the right classes, I lived looking at my map of campus, and I was terrified. Now, as one of my old roommates pointed out I do things I would have never done before. I danced at NSO, I sang a duet in front of people at FOL, I am almost always happy (yesterday I was really stressed. give me a break), I do not even write down my schedule anymore, I showed people around campus rather than being worried about it, and I am so much more willing to not only talk to people but to talk in front of people. A year has passed, and I have grown up.