Sunday, March 28

How to get into BYU, for Dummies.

BYU was never in my plans. I've never dreamed about coming here. To be honest, I've never really cared about it, but I will tell you if the Lord wants something to happen; it will happen.You know in the scriptures all the stories about prophets who are commanded to do things that seem crazy and everyone thinks they're insane, but they try anyway despite the fact that everyone around them is pointing and laughing saying ... "fat chance"? That's what I felt like applying to BYU. It was like parting a sea. Impossible, if I wanted to do it alone. But "with God nothing shall be impossible"(Luke 1:37.) With a less than good enough G.P.A and about five billion credits, all odds were against me as well as the admissions committee and the whole world,it felt like. After eight months of meetings, letters, phone calls, emails, prayers, tears, fasting and TWO rejection letters. I have FINALLY been accepted to Brigham Young University.





So that kicked-off a fantastic weekend. I threw a bridal shower for my bestfriend,
Siobhan Coman. It was probably the best one I've ever
thrown ...











Afterwards we went to the the Festival of Colors:
a festival celebrating spring in countries like, Nepal,
India, Sri Lanka, and don't forget - Spanish Fork, Utah ...












don't worry we didn't "prak" there.


























happy.

1 comment:

  1. LOVE IT! Good summary of the BYU thing. :) I still felt the effect.

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blast from the past