byu photo review;

hi my name is sarah and i absolutely lovelovelove photography.

i love looking at pictures. taking pictures. being in pictures.
i. just. love. it. all.

and.. not gonna lie. words tend to bore me sometimes.

now, don't get me wrong, i love reading and writing.
..and i especially love stories.

i love when people tell stories about just about.. anything.
and everything.
i love hearing about people's days, mission stories, embarrassing moments, families, dates gone bad, histories, plans for the future..
and even goodnight stories. like fairy tales and that kinda stuff.

in fact, if you know me well enough, i've probably asked you on more than one occasion to simply "tell me a story." just like that.

but for me, looking at pictures is almost always so much more..
and i'm sure i'm not the only one who thinks that.

so, here's a tribute to loving pictures and loving stories.
..but loving them most when they're put together (:

hi my name is sarah.
and during my first semester at byu so far, i...

found myself an amazing roommate,

met some awesome girls in my hall,

played a surprising amount of volleyball,

bowled awkwardly + did a bunch of other crazy fun activities with my fhe group,

went to my first ever byu blue game.. which byu WON, thanks for asking (: ,

went for a chilly evening swim on campus,

roasted marshmallows in the bell tower,

..and proceeded to have a marshmallow fight to the death,

found that i have a love for playing some football of my own,

+ even though we lost every game, still had a fun time with our own hall flag football team (: ,

cheered as an official 'team mom' for our very own merrill meansters,

tap danced + led an amazing number of ward prayers with thissss guyyy,

rediscovered how much fun a girl's night can be,

colorfied our dorm room walls with all sorts of junk,

sometimes had more fun getting ready for dates than actually going on them,

spent a ridic amount of time (+ money) in the creamery getting milkshakes and socializing with the workers,

danced the night away at the loft,

slept.. and slept.. and slept a whole lot more..,

spent some quality time with my two favorite sisters,

continued to enjoy the occasional girl's night,

went on the most epic, 6-hour long date of my life,

which consisted of using an entire bucket of chalk,

with these crazy kids,

was asked to homecoming via a creatively remixed cd,

and had a blast there with some new but wonderful friends,

night-hiked alllllll the way up the Y,

went to my first ever haunted house at nightmare on 13th in salt lake city (#3 haunted house in the country, thank you very much) and loved it,

got all snazzed up as the flintstones for halloween,

proceeded to go trick-or-treating in lehi and ate hot dogs at a stranger's house in the process,

played in the leaves countless times,

realized how much i (still!) love my roommate (: ,

went to after-hours and became an indian princess with a little help from my friends,

spent almost every night talking, laughing, and screaming with the rest of the fab four,

waited outside in the freezing cold for three hours for the new moon midnight premiere while watching the office,

cozied up with some twilight impersonators (alice, edward, bella + jacob)

passed the time by doing a few impersonations of our own,

realized that over half of the theatre was taken up by our lovely 52nd ward (: ,

discovered that it is possible to fit into one of the dryers in the basement,

continued to enjoy sporadic girl's nights,

enjoyed having the entire fam together for thanksgiving for the first time in yearssss,

ate + thoroughly enjoyed theeeeeee single best meal ALL YEAR (thanksgiving dinner!),

spent a few crazy nights with a few crazy kids,

rushed the field after byu won against utah state + got a picture with #19 (: ,

and finally, did everything i could to save the environment through recycling73 waterbottles at a time.

looking back, i now realize i've done some pretty sweet things,
made some of the (by far) most incredible, life-changing, amazing friends,
and created more than my fair share of memories that i'll get to keep forever.

i've only been out here..
a little over three months.
i'm supposed to go "home" to ohio in fifteen days for winter break..

..but i think i'm already there.

home is where the heart is, afterall.


put a smile on.

this basically sums up exactly how i feel right now:

i've had a really trying weekend, in a number of ways. but one of the most important things i've come to realize is that this is true: we're all here for a reason. we're all here for some purpose, to do something. obviously we're here to experience life and have fun etc etc etc, but i really honestly believe that together, we're all a part of something great.

as cheesy as it is, i want to say thank you to all those who have been there for me this weekend: those who've put up with me; talked to me; smiled at me; or even those who just let me have my space. it was all exactly how i needed it, exactly when i needed it. you are some of the most beautiful people i know. thank you so much.

it's obviously late and i need to get some sleep eventually, but i felt like it was worth my time to say thank you. simple as that. how many people do we interact with daily that we should thank? probably more than we can count. for one, you've got your parents- they're the whole reason you're alive in the first place. then, you've got your friends- they've helped+influenced you to become who you are today [for better/for worse]. and on an even broader scale, you've got your teachers- they've raised you up and taught you countless things from your multiplication tables and how to write in cursive to international relations and calculus.

last but certainly not least [if you're even slightly religious], you've got God to thank. for literally, everything. he made the earth; he created man [+woman!]; he provided and still provides us to this day with what i believe to be the most beautiful aspect of this world besides the people who inhabit it: nature. he created everything from the towering mountains here out west to niagra falls; the amazon rainforest to the nile river; the trees, the shrubs, the plants, animals, grass, desert, beaches, flowers, hills, sunrises and sunsets; you name it, he made it. it's funny how i know that He's done + continues to do sososo ridiculously much for me daily, yet i rarely remember to thank him. but there's more you can do to thank him besides just praying and constantly keeping a prayer in your heart.

"when ye are in the service of your fellow beings, ye are only in the service of your God."

not to get all churchy or anything, but it's true. service is one of the best ways to develop that closeness with God and really express your thanks while helping other people out.

and it doesn't even have to be anything big; no one starts off donating millions of dollars to support schools in south africa [although kudos to those who can and do]. it's by small and simple means. just help some kid out who drops his books in between classes; offer to go grocery shopping for your family; smile. you'd be surprised what a long way one simple smile can go.

three or four summers ago i attended a week-long youth to youth [drug+alcohol free group] conference in northern ohio that was filled with lectures, workshops, dances, discussions, and a lot of peer-to-peer interaction with teenagers from all across the united states. i remember one of the lectures specifically: it was an older man talking about the lack of love in the world today. he told a story about a young man in the 1970s who was severely depressed and had been contemplating suicide. one day he walked the entire one mile distance from his apartment to the golden gate bridge and jumped off; ending his life right then and there. his doctor, upon receiving the news of his patient's death, visited this man's apartment and noticed that he had written a note and left it on his bureau. it read, "i'm going to walk to the bridge. if one person smiles at me on the way, i will not jump."

how disheartening is this to hear? that someone can walk 20-30 minutes, passing by at least hundreds of people on the crowded streets of san fransisco, california, and have not one person smile at him; the one act that could've quite literally saved his life?

this story touched me and so many of the other kids that heard this wonderfully-delivered speech. the older man ended with the challenge to all of us (this was the first day of five that we'd be at this conference) to reach out to everyone we see, even the people we don't know; to simply smile at them and tell everyone "you're beautiful."

and funny as it might sound.. we did it. the entire rest of that week, it was impossible to even go through the lunch line or walk across the campus without someone smiling at you or randomly shouting across a room "you're beautiful!" everyone from chaperones to students; girls to boys; african americans to whites; literally everyone at this conference was infected by, needless to say, the "love bug." and what a beautiful sight it was. it was almost weird coming home after that week and not being able to just openly shout out to some stranger in the grocery line "oh hey, you're beautiful!" ..weird, right? but the message stuck with me anyway. and since that week, i've made more of an effort to smile when i make eye contact with someone; or even when i'm talking to someone else and i recognize someone passing by- i'll just say "hey" quickly and tack on a smile. you really don't know what a big difference it can make.

so take the challenge yourself: you don't have to tell everyone you see that they're beautiful, but just.. smile at someone tomorrow. and the next day. and the day after that. smile at someone when you're walking to class or when you're passing by them in the hallway. don't be that person that sees someone walking towards them that they don't recognize, so they awkwardly look the other way or pretend that there's something that "coincidentally" caught their eye.. in the complete opposite direction. i know i've been there; maybe you have been too. but now's the time to make a change, and make a difference. go ahead, take the risk; smile. everyone knows that smiles are contagious.

and let's face it: that is one bug that i don't think anyone would mind catching.


sweet dreaming.

absolutely incredible.

last night i had probably one of my worst nights since i've been out here (a bit over two months now).

don't get me wrong, i got a bunch of studying done (thanks to being in the library from 5pm-midnight, don't ask me why) and then i came back to hang out with micae, greg, mace + haylee for awhile. and it was fun and we laughed a bunch and things were great.

but then like five things happened at once to just make me completely and utterly.. helpless. or at least that's how i felt. like i can't really describe it, i just felt really really really really down. and i couldn't figure out what it was that was making me feel so unhappy. i didn't feel like i could talk to anyone. i felt like i couldn't trust anyone.

and then i talked to him. a boy who i can definitely see becoming my best friend out here. i have the biggest trust issues, ever. yet i felt so completely comfortable talking to him about what was bothering me, without any hesitation, without any editing, without any.. anything. just plain old straight up, dead-on honesty.

and it's never felt so good.

i didn't want to talk to anyone but him, and he was there all the way through it. all the way til i fell asleep. talking to anyone else just made me more upset, for whatever reason. but talking to him.. it's like everything was better in an instant.

and then the best part..
i had THE best dream. EVER. period. no exceptions.

and i can't go describing it for the entire public world to see.. it's a bit too personal and complicated for that. but i can't even paint a picture of how completely and utterly beautiful it was. and there were little bits and details that made it just perfect.. but i think i realized the true reason that i was so happy about it:

my worst fear was resolved. and i was genuinely.. happy.

there's not much else to say. besides the slight sadness i got when i woke up this morning realizing it was "just a dream".. but in a sense, it was way more than that. it was a breath of fresh air. a new beginning. a sign to me to put on a mountaintop and shout to everyone: my worst fear has been broken down. it is possible to escape this. i felt it. one of the strongest, most powerful feelings i've experienced firsthand, in a ridiculously long time. that dream was solid, living proof of it. it's just another obstacle to overcome. you can do it.

i don't know if anyone else has their own "one big fear"- the one thing they worry most about; they think it's inevitable and constantly feel like they're drowning simply because they can't escape it. but i've been dealing with this for months, even over a year at this point. and i can't even begin to describe what an incredible feeling it is to escape something, even just a thought, that's held you back for so, so terribly long.

but i did it. finally. i can stand up and move past this. i've seen that it's possible. i can now proudly, honestly, say: i have overcome my worst fear. and i am a much better person because of it.

no other dream has ever been so sweet.

+editors note: no, i'm not getting married. the boy mentioned is completely just a friend. and an amazing one at that (: nothing more.


it's not rocket science.

i find it amusing how we realize certain things at certain times.. even when we also realize it may have simply been common sense all along.

case in point,
it's important to let people live their own lives they way they want to.

you're here, i'm here, we're all here on earth. we all sleep, breathe, eat, smile, cry, scream, dance, sing, laugh, and love. we all get upset, frustrated, excited, disappointed, embarrassed, sad, and happy. we all have parents, brothers, sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, neighbors, and coworkers. many of us are identical in race, blood type, height, weight, eye color, and gender. some of us even share likes and dislikes, preferences, careers, or other interests. but you know what?

we're all different. and there's a reason for that.

we all have our own brains; our own consciences; our own individual bodies and minds and lives to live. and that's exactly how it should be.

it shouldn't doesn't matter if someone's white or black, blonde or brunette, male or female, blue-eyed or brown-eyed, gay or straight, employed or living below the poverty line. none of this really defines who a person is. as much as society tries to teach and convince everyone that there is one "right" way to live, one "successful" route to a happy life, they're completely and utterly wrong. baseball might be an entire way of life for one person: they've played it all their life and pursue a career in it and end up in the mlb with a multi-million dollar contract with the red sox. for another, physics might be their passion; they study hard throughout their tens of years of education, get accepted into a prestigious university and end up winning the nobel prize for success in their studies. is one of these a more desirable goal than the other? sure.. but only depending on who you are. not everybody wants to be an mvp; not everybody wants to be a brainiac; not everybody wants to save the world or go skydiving or be religious or go pre-med or have children or even be physically fit. want to know why? it's because we're all different. and thank goodness for that.

our world is beaming with diversity. sure, we all evolved from a tiny cell or were created by some higher being or whatever else you choose to believe, but interally and externally we are are all different in so many ways, shapes, and forms. life would be so boring if everyone had the same exact thoughts, feelings, hobbies, interests, likes and dislikes all at the same exact time. we'd lose all desire to interact with one another. and what's the fun in that?

i guess my main point is that i'm tired of all the stereotypes that fill up our society about how to live and how not to live. being a straight, upper class white man shouldn't doesn't necessarily define you as successful and happy. if you're happy that way, then great, kudos to you. but that doesn't mean everyone else in the world wants to live their life the same way you're living yours. so please, let people make their own decisions; let them make their own "mistakes;" let them eat all they want, sleep all day, form new relationships, experiment with different styles, or try new things. it might not be the way you'd choose to live your life, but you have to understand that that's okay. let them do what makes them happy, let them choose to surround themselves with the people who really make them smile. if they're genuinely happy, then that alone should be enough to make you happy as well. you can give people advice and share your own personal stories, but don't force them to believe what you believe or practice whatever it is that you're preaching. do what you want with your own life, and give everyone else their rightful opportunity to do the same.

as for myself, i'm a middle-class, teenage, mormon, hispanic, brown haired, hazel-eyed female. i like swinging, shopping, tap dancing, boys, photography, running, acting, traveling, and new york city. my favorite color's purple and i love jr. bacon cheeseburgers. my biggest dream is singing center stage on broadway someday. i can't go a day without listening to music and i absolutely love the beatles. i think 500 days of summer is the best movie ever and that people who donate blood are some of the greatest people alive. and you know what else?

i love being different.


no day but today.

big realization of the month:

college is way different than high school. in three obvious ways, at least.

1.) it's harder. i don't want to sound all high and mighty, but school hasn't ever really been that difficult for me. elementary school was a breeze, middle school i would have to actually TRY if i wanted to get a bad grade, and high school was somewhat of a challenge but overall wasn't entirely too difficult for me (with the exception of honors geometry freshman year..).

needless to say, this high-school-to-college transition period has undoubtedly been the most difficult for me. the classes are harder, the teachers are more demanding, deadlines are more effectively enforced, and attendance is more mandatory (not to say it wasn't in past years, but everyone knows about my issues the past few years with attendance/tardiness..). but the coolest part is that i find i'm actually enjoying this challenge. i'm enjoying the satisfaction i feel when i get to a class early; i'm enjoying the praise i receive for delivering a good speech or turning something in on time; i'm enjoying waking up in the morning and jumping out of bed to get ready for the day so i don't miss learning a new ballet position or tap combination.

being out here and trying to balance everything out has been stressful because it's such a big step up from Dublin Scioto, but words can't describe how much i'm enjoying this challenge; how for the first time i'm looking forward to reading that last page out of my biology text book the night before class, just so i can go to bed with the satisfaction of knowing i'm ahead for a day and i'll understand what prof. smith is talking about in class the next morning. i love it.

2.) there's so many new people. i've met more people out here already than i can count. i've met people in my fhe group, my ward, my stake, my classes, walking to class, at the testing center, in the canon, in the bookstore, at choir practice, at football games, in my building, in the boys' building, walking around on campus, through other people, through family, and in countless other ways.

what's even more amazing is that this is something that people at other colleges no doubt experience, but being here at BYU, i feel like i'm not only interacting with more people, but i'm legitimately getting closer with them and impacting their life even in the smallest of ways, simply by saying hello. my dad even told me that out here, i'd be making friendships to last a lifetime- and i honestly can say i now understand what he meant by that.

i've gotten closer with macey, micaela, calli, annamarie, haylee, topher, elliot, bri, akell, andrew, tyler, teddy, brian, dillon, mike, justin, olivia, ray, jake, and sosososo many more. and i feel a genuine love for them and i know they honestly care about me, too. it's so nice having something, that is such a big part of your life, in common with over a thousand people on the same campus- your faith. it really has brought me so much closer to so many people out here, and i know it'll only help to increase my interactions with those around me.

3.) there's so much more to do. every day, every night, every week, every weekend, every month, every HOUR practically- there's something different to do, something new to try. since i've been out here i've been on two official "dates," and each was unique from the other.

the first was a "star-themed" date, where we went first to baja sol (mexican restaurant) for dinner, then to the movies to see star trek, back to the dorms to make cookies with star sprinkles on top while playing catch phrase while they baked, and ending the night going star gazing up in the canyon.

on the second date, a "phase-three" date this past friday, we walked first to legends grille (sports grille, pizza/chicken tenders kinda eating place) for dinner, then to macey's (grocery store, kinda like kroger back in ohio) to have a scavenger hunt (it was a double date: mike + i were on a team against justin+bri: each team got a cart and had fifteen minutes to go around the store and pick out 25 random objects and put them in their cart. then both teams met up in front of the store and exchanged carts and whoever could return all of the items first, won!) which mike + i sadly lost, then we shared a "king kong kone" at macey's (a 12-inch tall soft serve ice cream cone), walked back to the dorms and chalked a mural that covered the length of the walkway from the stairs in the quad leading up to the canon, ending the night (a SIX HOUR LONG DATE, 6:30pm-12:30am!) by going back to the girl's lobby, playing on the piano, dancing to music, having a handstand competition, playing duck duck goose, and just sitting around talking.

both of these dates were so different and diverse, and i had a blast on each one. each week there's devotionals that i go to with madison, drew's cousin, and each of those has a special message and different meaning to it as well. any day out of the week we can go diving in the rb pool, play raquetball, tennis, basketball, or a plethora of other sporty activities. once a week the girls have a flag football game (even though we have a losing record, it's still fun!) and the boys in our ward have one as well, so we always try to go and cheer each other on. you can go to the eyring science center and visit the planetarium for shows on friday/saturday nights. you can rent out study rooms to watch a movie with your friends. you can play mini golf in the library. you can have a video-scavenger hunt around campus. you can go up to the canyon and roast marshmallows and make s'mores. you can go to the loft, the local dance club, and random people will just come up and dance with you and just have a fun time. in addition to that, there's dances on campus almost EVERY WEEK. seriously, the first week and a half out here i think we had four dances.. it was almost overkill, but still incredibly fun.

this weekend is homecoming and there's so many activities planned for this week i don't even know how to fit it all in.. but i did get asked to the semi-formal dance which i will be going to with justin (: he asked me by making me a remix (so cool!) on a cd, and i replied yes on one of his t-shirts (if only i had a camera so i could have documented this.. hint hint dad check your email hint hint..). everyone's so creative out here in the ways they ask people to not only dances, but out on dates in general! once i get a camera, i'll start showing some of the cutest ways i've seen. some of them are actually pretty impressive. i love mormons (:

of course college is different. it's different than any other experience you'll ever have in your life. and i'm taking full advantage of every second and not letting a moment pass by without enjoying it to the fullest. besides the fact that i tend to sleep most of "free" time away..

but it's never to late to start, right?


busy busy busy.

this is mostly just a memo to mom/dad/daniel back home:

i'm soso terribly sorry i haven't been updating this as often [or really, much at ALL] like i said i was going to. i finally got a bunch of things organized [finances, dorm room, church/school things, etc.] so now i just need to get organized with my homework [which i'm about to start..] and i'll finally have time for this again and you can check it and hopefully see an update every couple of days, if not every day.

i love and miss you all back in ohio. i wish you could all be out here enjoying every moment right by my side (:



a whole new world


i love byu.

that's really just the best and simplest way to sum things up.

everything's just so different out here than ohio. and [sorry everyone back home..] i almost kinda like it more out here. honestly, EVERYTHING. if i could just pack up my friends and family from the buckeye state and tote them on over here, then life would be grand. perfect, probably.

you wanna know the best part? i'm being completely honest. not just like the typical molly mormon saying "ohmygoodness i love byu cause i love church and god and family and everything else holy and amen." i'm saying like, in all seriousness, i'm indefinitely staying out here at byu for the next four years, at least. and i'm even starting to consider coming out here summer term next year [*crosses fingers*]! the atmosphere is just completely different than any other part of.. anywhere in the world, basically. i can now say that i directly know what people are talking about when they refer to utah as a "bubble." it's seroiusly it's own world, separate from everything and everyone else outside of it. there's prayers said before [most] classes, spiritual thoughts given by the students [some teachers offer "volunteers" extra credit for giving these little mini-devotionals at the beginning of class], and everyone on campus is just generally nicer and incredibly more friendly.

--> example #1- yesterday i was walking through the "moving-in sale" right outside of the byu bookstore and i picked up a few extra "dorm essentials" [dry erase board, tote bag, etc.] and some random guy just came up and started talking to me out of nowhere.. asking how i was enjoying byu, what year i was, etc. [no, he wasn't asking for marriage..]. he complimented me on how organized i apparently looked [i had my backpack on, but that was about it] and wished me a happy stay at byu. i think his name was jeff.

--->example #2- again yesterday, this happened shortly after my example #1. i was inside the bookstore and had just gotten my i-clicker [something needed for most science classes on the byu campus, don't ask me why] and was waiting in line to pay. a man in front of me asked what class i was taking to need to use the i-clicker and i told him bio 100 and we started into a converstation [the line wasn't long at all but the cashier was clearly having some issues working the register or her brain that day] about science classes and he, too asked what year i was and where i was from and shared how he came from idaho [attending byu-i] and had been here at the provo byu for his third consecutive semester and loved it. he, too, wished me well and was on his way. i don't remember his name at all.

---->example #3- i sat next to a boy in my social problems class and we immediately struck up a conversation about where we were from, what year we were, etc. i learned two things- (1) he attended summer term and knew a girl from my hall, and (2) he thought i was a junior or senior! okay, this isn't really an example of how people here are more friendly, but i thought it was way cool that someone actually thought i was OLDER than i actually am. there's a first time for everything. his name was josh.

basically, everyone's super helpful around here. i almost got lost about ten times looking for my classes monday morning, but each person i asked for directions was more than happy [and even slightly eager] to help me out and send me off in the right direction with a smile. i'm not even exaggerating, it is EVERYTIME. everyday. every moment. people are smiling and happy and.. as corny as it may sound, it contributes sososo much to the intense permanence of the spirit here. you can feel it anywhere and everywhere you go here on campus [yes, even in science class!]. you can strike up a conversation with anyone around you, whether you're walking to a class or standing in line for lunch or even working out.

no joke, since i've gotten here last wednesday, i haven't heard a word of profanity, hardly any gossip, and everyone says "please," "thank you," "bless you," "you're welcome," etc. constantly. everyone wants to be friends with everyone. no exceptions. everyone heeds the honor code in every aspect of it. and you wanna know the best part? i'm pretty sure everyone wants to be not only spiritually fit, but physically fit as well. i don't think i've gone outside once without seeing someone running across campus. the RB (recreational building, where everyone works out, has dance classes, swims, etc.) is constantly full of people who want to get into shape and send those endorphins you get when you work out out in every direction possible. just. like. me.

it's incredible. and it's byu.

i think i want to stay here forever.


welcome welcome to byu

so today is my first official day at byu-provo.

not much to say except.. it's extremely weird for me to look at the clock and see it's barely 10pm here and realize how ridiculously exhausted i am. i've been sick for the past like, week now. and dead tired all the time. so i'm pretty sure it's swine flu, but i guess i'll just tough it out.

not too much to say for the day either, just a whole bunch of running around [meaning walking through the crazy hot heat in jeans..] on campus getting books and laptop stuff and moving in. my room is much bigger than i anticipated it would be.. i have more than enough room for everything i brought + more. it's pretty bland right now since i don't have any pictures hanging up or anything yet.. but that will change soon enough (:

probably the best thing about being out here is the scenery. the mountains are drop dead gorgeous. everywhere i look, any direction.. and i see them. i love them. my dad says i'll forget about them after awhile, but i doubt it. it's what i was most excited about coming up here, and i'm pretty sure i'll just lovelovelove them more as the days go on. speaking of mountains, my dad and i hiked ensign peak just yesterday. needless to say, it was perfect. the view was of practically the entire salt lake city valley, you could even see all the way out to the great salt lake. it was incredible. kind of a hot hike temperature-wise, but it was only twenty minutes or so, max. and well worth every minute.

have i mentioned how much i love the clouds out here?

it's werid getting used to being so tired so early, but i'm sure it's just because my body's still functioning on ohio time, two hours later than it is here. i'm sure i'll adjust by tomorrow and then friday when my roommate from boston finally arrives!

funny story: i got my roommate back in april, when everyone originally signed up for fall housing. we talked [texted..] it up and got so excited for like two months, and then barely talked at all through june until mid-july. i texted asking if she was getting excited to be out in utah in just about a month and she responded speedily saying she decided to enroll in summer term to get a 'head-start' on college and found that she hated the dorms [helaman halls], hated that it was all freshman, hated that she couldn't cook for herself, and thought that they treated her and her hallmates like little kids. i was surprised, too, don't get me wrong.. that's' exactly how i expected the dorms to be. but she ended up moving out just a few days later, and since then i had no roommate at all. i checked back on the housing website to see if i had a roommate and all it said was that the other 'bed' in my room was just 'unavailable..' so no one could even room with me if they tried. i called the housing dept. and asked them about it and then assured me that i'd have a roommate by the time orientation week came around and surprise surprise.. as we're shopping for dorm stuff in target yesterday, my sister receives a call from her husband and exclaims that she knows who my roommate is! apparently it's a girl who goes to drew (my brother-in-law)'s home ward back in boston, ma. her name's macey. small world, right?

n.s.o. [new student orientation] really kicks off tomorrow, and my dad and i are going downtown to slc for the afternoon afterwards. hopefully i'll feel a little more settled and 'at home' after all our errands are finally done.
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