First day of school picture. Tradition must be maintained. And also because the "first day of school" picture my Dad snapped last week was actually of me at our front door with no makeup on & wearing sweats, about to get into my friend's car to begin the 14 hour drive to Provo. Not a proper first day of school picture. No. So this will have to do. {Sorry it's awkwardly ginormous... }
This one's from BYU Photography's webpage and when I saw it in their slideshow of photos from the first day of class, it just made me happy. {They had photographers lurking all over campus trying to capture "candid" pictures of students on the first day, and one of those sneaky guys was creepin around my 8am New Testament class. Nobody dozed off during that lecture, lemme tell ya} These past two days I've been walking around this place with a huge silly grin on my face, and I really can't stop. Why? The feeling that hangs around this beautiful campus. My five wonderful, hilarious, beautiful roommates. Brand new classes and stuffing my noggin full of new knowledge. Laying out on the grass after class. The anticipation of upcoming sports games, dances, and devotionals. Spotting friends from freshman year. The resulting flying tackle hugs. New friends. A new ward. Running my old route through the neighborhood. THOSE MOUNTAINS. You get my drift.
Scheduled for someday = a post about Alaska / the end of summer. Maybe.
But for the next four months I have other things on my mind.
This girl's life is super goood.
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