(Un)Solicited Advice

I gave a guy a ride home from institute tonight and on the way home he asked me this question:
I am attending the ELC right now, but want to study Engineering at BYU, what advice do you have for going to BYU?

My first response: Do your homework. Go to class.
His response: Oh! I thought you would tell me to hit up all the parties in Provo.
My second response: Actually...

And then I explained and because it was insightful to me, I thought I'd share it with my faithful blog readers. :D

The more I think about the question, the harder it is for me to explain my feelings about it, but I will just say what I said to him just now.

When I was a sophomore in college, I had a friend who told me something that left an impression on me the remainder of my college experience. I don't remember her words exactly, but basically she said education (or learning) is more than about the classes you take. Looking back on my experience at BYU, I was a very good student. I went to every class (I maybe missed a total of 4 or 5 classes) and I did my homework and I worked hard and got good grades (kept my GPA above 3.7). However, I don't really remember a lot from my classes. Granted, these past few weeks, more than ever, I have been spouting out things I was taught in my Marriage, Family, Human Development classes to parents in hopes of helping them in some way.

(Funny side note about that: After saying some things she should consider trying to do to help her family, she asked me if I had kids and after my response she basically said that I can say all I want, but it means nothing to experience. Little does she know that I do have experience and the things I taught her were principles that have been tried and proven. :D It's just funny for me, a single, childless woman, to be giving suggestions about parenting to people. It's no wonder they take it with a grain of salt. Okay, end of side note.)

When I look back at my experience at BYU, it's not the classes that I remember the most, but the things I did with people, what I accomplished, how I learned about myself, and how much I grew from various experiences. Yes, I fully stick to my first response to this question, but there is something to say about balancing it with being involved in the ward, making friends, doing crazy (but LEGAL) things, going to BYU sponsored activities, doing service to roommates, friends, and strangers, trying new things, and going new places. These things are what have made the biggest difference in my BYU experience and my life all around. I have met so many interesting people and have been exposed to so many difference cultures and I have learned something for each one of them because I took the time to get to know them at least a little bit.

When I look at my college highlight scrapbook I made, there is only one picture from a class that I took and that was my choir class because it really was a highlight of my college of experience. It truly changed my life in ways I wouldn't have imagined. All the other pictures are of the people that I had a good time with and activities I participated in that more than likely influenced me positively (or negatively) in some way. I'm not saying to not take classes and that kind of education seriously, because I believe that education (in classes, etc) opens the doors for more opportunities to learn, serve and grow. That sounds cliche, but it's true. What I am saying is that it's important to remember that as an apostle said once, "What's most important lasts the longest." Many times this meant for me to give up studying or doing homework to be there for a friend in need or to just relax and watch a movie or to join a random dance party that's happening in the living room. Yeah, it's happened and it happened over and over again and I don't regret putting down that book or getting off that computer or not doing any homework on a Saturday so I could make memories and make a difference in someone else's that will last forever.

But then on a second or third or whatever thought this is, I look back at the classes I took at BYU and can think numerous classes that helped me to grow intellectually, mentally, and spiritually and I will be forever grateful that I took them because they made me who I am today.

I just thought of this, but in some ways, I feel that a great suggestion for any freshman BYU student is to go after your dreams. Actually, live the dream, NOW and everyday. Attending and graduating BYU was only a dream for me, but things worked out and I made it. Within my experience at BYU, I thought of more dreams, went after them, and then achieved them. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever be an EFY counselor or participate in the Nauvoo Pageant, but it happened. Now my dreams of what I'd like to do and be have expanded and I know I can achieve them with diligent effort because I've done it before. It's the most amazing feeling in the world! I'm really am living the dream.

So, I guess the short second answer is simply to balance your studies and your social life, but that answer isn't nearly as interesting as the long answer, now is it? :D

Cast Not Away Therefore Your Confidence

http://speeches.byu.edu/?act=viewitem&id=795

I love this talk. I reread it just now and it reminded me of how much the Lord has blessed me and continues to guide me, especially when I am experiencing difficult things in my life. It's funny to me how hard Satan tries to detract me from achieving my goals and striving to live the dream that I have for myself. Good things precede and follow hardship, which pretty much means life is always going to be hard. The good news is that I have the Gospel in my life and the Savior and His angels to help me and support me in pursuing righteousness. With His help, I will become who He sees and wants me to become. I am very grateful for that.

Love

I am grateful to be surrounded by such amazing and incredible people. My roommates are my best friends and the members of my ward never cease to amaze me with their testimonies and good examples of the Savior. Whenever I go to the place where I will be moving to in April, I think that I will be fine and happy there, but whenever I come back to my current apartment and spend time with my friends here, I realize how much I will really miss being around them. I will never forget them. So many individuals have changed my life for the better and I can never express enough gratitude to them for that. This move is going to be one of the hardest things I've ever done. Most of the time I am fine, but there are moments that I am just overcome with love for the people here that I don't know how I can leave them. There is one particular person that I will miss associating with the most, although I'm sure that person doesn't know how much they have influenced me and changed my life. I promise to tell them before I leave. I don't think I could leave without doing that much. :D

I guess I am scared to move and have to start completely over again. For the first time in 7 years I will be the new girl in the ward and not the other way around. I hated my first 7 months here because I didn't know anyone and I have a terrible time in big groups of people that I don't know. I get super anxious and just want to leave. Nauvoo Pageant helped me with that some, but I still have a difficult time with changes. I know nothing about the new ward I'll be going to. I could go and check it out, but I think that would only made it worse for me right now. I want to finish my time in this ward out right and not feel torn between two places more than I already am. Besides, I think it would be better for me to go the new ward the first time know that I'm there for good and don't have a choice about staying there or going back to my "home" ward. This place really has become my home. That is why it's so hard to leave. Some may be asking, "Then why are you leaving? Are you sure it's right?" YES. I'm sure.

This scripture has been a long time favorite of mine for many reasons, but it gives special comfort to me right now:
2 Nephi 31:19
And now, my beloved brethren, after ye have gotten into this strait and narrow ^apath, I would ask if all is ^bdone? Behold, I say unto you, Nay; for ye have not come thus far save it were by the word of Christ with unshaken ^cfaith in him, ^drelying wholly upon the merits of him who is mighty to ^esave.

It's true. And that is why I know that I will make it through this just fine and things will work out for my good and I will continue to be happy.

I am also grateful for the opportunity I had to bear my testimony in sacrament meeting this morning and the opportunity to watch the church movie The Testaments and afterward bear testimony to a non-member of the love that Christ has for each of us. It was a great reminder to me of how much God loves me and is with me, guiding me each step of the way. He will always be there for me to support me through every trial I will ever face. I will forever be grateful for that.

Look, that's me!!

I was watching a recording of the Nauvoo Pageant that a friend's friend made when I was there this past summer. My friend sent it to me and I finally got to watch it all the way through tonight. To my complete surprise, I saw me on stage!!! I had to rewind it to double check, but it's true. Of all the nights for her friend to record the pageant, she did it the night that I went on stage to fill in for a girl that fainted! In the video I can see when I got on stage and for pretty much the whole time I was there. I'm relieved to know that my confused state of not knowing what to do when wasn't super noticeable, but obviously it was noticeable enough that it got my attention so I saw that I was there! Yay! It really made my night to see that. I'm grateful that that moment was recorded and that I have it. It reminded me that prayers are answered and dreams do come true and most of the time it happens in the least expected way.

Girl's Choice

Last night was the Girl's Choice dance and it was awesome. My date and I had a lot of fun together. I was right in thinking that he would at least smile at my fun surprise... actually, he laughed, even when I told him not to. The fun things I did was I said "you was handsome" and that I had a good time with him in Cantonese. He served his mission in Hong Kong and that is the language he spoke. For the first one he was surprised mostly because he didn't expect Cantonese to come out of my mouth. That was funny. He knew I had a few phrases to recite to him, but I couldn't say the last one until the end, so when it came to that time, he just laughed at me. It really was funny. I am very grateful that I went and that it turned out to be such a great date.

We made snowflakes. :D

Me and Taylor

Makes Me Smile

I'm actually SUPER excited for my date on Friday. I'm planning something really cool that I'm sure that if it doesn't impress him, it would at least make him smile and we'll laugh about it. I just can't keep the smile off my face! This will be awesome.

Misery Loves Company

Okay, okay! I finally asked a guy to the ward dance. I don't think I will regret it either. He's cute. :P

I realized last night that my desire to be alone, cuddled up in my covers watching movies was a symptom of a big problem: I need people. I'm mentally exhausted pretty much everyday after work and I have lots of things on my mind to do for work and figuring out life in the real world. With assessments going on at work and everything else going on in my life, it just feels good to escape the world by watching a movie or reading a good book. That's good, and I really do need that sometimes, but what I think I neglected to remember is that I have friends who care about me and want to help me or be with me. I also am happier when I am involved with other people and serving others. Maybe they don't need me as much as I need them, but I have disconnected myself from them too much and too soon. I need to just talk and have fun and build relationships with people. Isn't that what's most important in life, anyway?

There is just so much going on! I can't get into it all, but one thing is that I learned this week that my family is basically having a make-over of the house done because of a really bad leak that turned into a flood when the plumber didn't repair it correctly. This week they are pretty much living at my brother's because the whole house is covered in plastic while they make the repairs and figure out how much damage the water really caused. It's a blessing in disguise because it will help my parents out financially, but at the same time, it's probably pretty annoying and frustrating.

It's amazing how just realizing what my problem was has made a difference in one day. I already feel a bit better. I'm grateful that I got to take my roommate Lynnae to the store and then to her friend's house. It was great to spend time with her. It also helped that I got the courage to ask a boy on a date and he said yes. I was so nervous... and I'm positive he knew it, too. :D

I'm not so miserable, thanks to company. Life is wonderful.