Four years ago, when I first came out to BYU, I remember being a wide-eyed freshman that struggled finding my way around campus, I didn’t know which way was north, I was afraid of getting anything less than an A, and although I’ve got four younger sisters, moving in with five other girls would be an adventure.
FRESHMAN YEAR: As I got settled in, many adventures came that I hadn’t expected. One of the first was that I accepted a job doing early morning custodial. For a year, I would get up at 3:30 in the morning to make it to work by 4. I would go straight to work from classes. However, my co-workers knew how to have fun. Seldom did a morning pass without snowball fights, Joey or Seth jumping out from around corners to scare you or throw water balloons into the bathrooms. They hid in trash bins and behind boxes of toilet paper, in the playgrounds and in the elevators. And, Holly and Olivia always kept me company. Often times we scheduled times to hang out and bake, play games, or simply talk when we were more awake. It was a hard job, but always entertaining. 🙂
Along with work and classes, I had some wonderful roommates and crazy FHE brothers to help keep me smiling. Whether we took goofy family pictures together, played cards, created masterpieces out of newspaper, scripted our own videos, messed with Jamon’s food, played frisbee in the basement (Bad idea, don’t do it) there are always fond memories to look back on. Having roommates was different than I thought it would be, but I enjoyed it.
SOPHOMORE YEAR: Working early mornings for one year was plenty, so when I went back to school I decided I’d earned enough during the summer, and I would focus on school instead. Moving out of freshman housing and into a new apartment, however, I never expected what I got: One freshman roommate, and three that were fresh off the mission and still speaking the language regularly… Russian! However, in spite of the language barrier ;), they were all amazing and we made fast friends. It didn’t take long for us to show our true colors and be weird together. We had many late nights discussing the meaning of life, wondering why boys caused so many problems, and writing random quotes on our quote board. Becoming one of the youngest in my apartment, and feeling like I knew nothing in comparison to my genius roommates, I loved sitting and listening to them discuss various topics, and I always came away learning something new. Whether it was making Russian food together, interpretive dancing in the living room (I filmed instead of participating), or using the snow from our balcony for a snowball fight, we had many late nights filled with laughter and tears.
Since I started taking Italian classes my freshman year, I figured I’d enhance my learning by learning to sing in Italian… So I joined the Italian choir. It was a beautiful beginning to my love of Italian music, even though it didn’t really help my grammar that much. The conductor was amazing, and I loved going to choir simply because it made me happy.
Just to change things up, I stayed for a spring term, and once again got some new roommates. With the winter semester one of my roommates had left for Washington DC, and two more Russian speakers took the openings. They stuck around with me for spring, and one other girl from our ward moved into our apartment. Another Sarah joined us, and together we probably blew Provo’s snark levels out of the water (Just kidding, but seriously). Some days, though, you simply don’t want to be around others, and when those days happened we partied it up on our own and created even more lasting friendships in #apartment210.
JUNIOR YEAR: I didn’t feel like changing things up much, so I moved back in to the same apartment, along with 4 of my previous roommates. Our Ukranian flag stayed pinned to the balcony for yet another year as Russian continued to be taken and discussed on a daily basis. On occasion, we even found creepy pictures of Russian men hiding in our bathroom, fridge, and other places. Without our white board, however, we improvised and moved our quote wall to the bathroom mirrors. They filled up on an almost weekly basis. Laughter has always been a mandatory part of #apartment210. The adventures continued, and we had an amazing time together, whether wrapped up in Christmas lights, singing (I listened) to Russian hymns, and of course, eating Russian food together. And pizza. Always pizza. Since four of them were finishing up their senior years and preparing to take on the world, I got to learn a lot of important things, such as “planning is overrated,” “boys cause problems,” blasphemy doesn’t always get you struck by lightning, and “pizza is always the answer.”
Along with my amazing roommates and my English and Italian classes, I decided I was going to throw in a Business minor. Simply because I could, so those classes started to show up in my schedule.
As if I wasn’t having enough adventures enough, my sister Katie provided me with another one… She left on a mission. Since she was coming here to Provo to enter the MTC, I got to visit with her for a couple days when my dad dropped her off. So, I went with him and we sent her off to serve the people of Kentucky for 18 months. Crazy. And I miss her so much. But I’ll get back to that in a minute.
The school year passed by quickly. I continued to take Italian classes, even though I’d finished the classes required for major (English). But, I wanted to keep studying it… because I was going to Italy! Spring term, I left for six weeks and toured Italy, taking classes in Italian and humanities, and I saw so many sights. But, if you want to hear more about those, look back at my blog posts from a year ago. There are lots of stories and pictures. And, I decided that I was close enough already… so I added an Italian minor, along with my business minor. It was fun! And it meant I had another semester before graduation, for me to figure out my life. 🙂
SENIOR YEAR: It’s amazing how things keep changing just enough that you’re never really used to it. Well, I stayed in #apartment210 for my third year, but this time around I’ve had completely different roommates, including my cousin, Nicki. Now I’m one of the oldest in my apartment, and I’m the only one close to graduation. Still, we’ve had lots of fun snuggling and with our Saturday night sleepovers. Our quote “board” was updated to a wall of pinterest, where all our quotes fit into different categories, such as “Things boys say” “Blasphemy,” “Boys, men, and other such things,” and “Ouch!” I’ve been told just how complicated fangirling is, learned that books can actually be read during a school semester (if you’ve got a job as an intern for Future House Publishing and they ask you to read fun
books for your job), and joined dinner group to avoid the complicated mess of cooking for myself. Now that I’m not spending all that time cooking, I’ve been able to make time to do things I don’t normally have time for, like throw a surprise party for a dear friend (and may I just say, I rocked it!).
Even though I’ve enjoyed my classes, finishing up my major, getting a job as the BYU Italian choir director, working my internship with a publishing company, and finishing up both my minors, after spending so long in Provo, I desperately needed some
breaks this semester, and luckily I got them. Over President’s day we went to Goblin valley, did a couple hikes, and learned of the joys of playing hide and seek (sardines) in the rocks.
By April, however, I needed one more break to give me the strength to take finals. So, we left only a week and a half before finals to go camping in Calf Creek Falls (southern UT). Well, things didn’t quite go as planned. First off, the camp site was full when we finally got there,
late at night, after driving through the rain and snow. We drove for about an hour until we found another site, and camped there. The following morning we drove back to Calf Creek Falls and went on a beautiful hike. It rained for most of our trip, but only when we were in our tents or the cars, and when we were walking around it was beautiful.
Now, I’ve hopefully got the energy I need to finish up finals. Oh wait, I don’t need to worry about that any more. Why? Because I’ve taken my last one. My parents will come out for graduation in a couple days. I’m done.
It’s really weird to look back on 4 years of college here at BYU. In some ways I feel completely different, and in other ways like I haven’t changed a bit. I’ve learned a lot, and I’ve had some amazing adventures with wonderful friends that I’ve made here over the years. I’m excited to see what the future brings.
Now, just to recap: 6 years, 18 semesters/terms, 68 classes, 185.5 credits, and thousands of sleepless nights after starting my college career, I’m officially done!!