Walking Up That Hill

There is this huge hill that I have to go up almost every day that leads to campus. By the top your calves are burning, and you are practically panting. Yesterday, something occurred to me. That hill describes college life perfectly. When you are in the early stages of your college life, you have to fight to get up the hill. This is something you are unaccustomed to and somewhat unprepared for. You just have to remind yourself that you will be able to get to the top if you keep working. When you get to the top you are tired. This is the point I am at right now. The end is in sight, but I feel like I have been in college forever. The continuous lack of sunshine is not helping either. Then, you get into the next stage of college. You start making your way down the hill. You still have to work to not fall because a)that would hurt, and b)you are too close to fall now. You take each step deliberately. It comes down hard because the hill is so steep, but you could run if you wanted.
When I noticed this I just laughed. We are all at different points in our college careers and lives in general. I am so happy to be at BYU. I love the College of Family Life, and I know it is the right place for me. Our college building has the perfect amount of beauty and artistic qualities, feeling of home, and school atmosphere. It makes me smile every time I pass by and see the reflection of the mountains on the front of it. Gosh. I just love it here.