Living in Arizona
in the same tiny town on the same street in the same perfect house my
whole life, I never thought I would ever consider anywhere else my
home. But in the last 10 month I have come to find that I now
consider my cozy little dorm room on the third floor of Hinckley Hall
my home. Of course Holbrook will always be my home home, but
so many memories have been made in my time here at BYU that I don't
even know where to begin.
It was rough start.
I had a place in my home town. I had friends that have known me
forever. I knew everyone I went to school with. I was the nice mormon
who could be seen in all the school and town performances and dressed
with a unique style. Here? Here I go to school with 33,000 people, am
one of many, many, mannnny “nice
mormon girls”, all of which can either sing, dance, act, or play
some sort of musical instrument exceptionally, and I have probably
seen of total of 5 girls not
dressed in trendy clothes with perfect hair and full make up,
regardless of how early in the morning it is.
When
I got here in June I didn't get along with my roommate, I didn't have
a single person I considered my friend, and I had a case of home
sicknesses I didn't think was curable. Long story short, it took some
self discovery, lots of phone calls home, and long nights of prayer.
Now here I am, thinking back on my year, a new girl in a new place,
with new friends, new ideas about the world, new and improved
talents, and new plans. I have memories and more memories and I want
to share them all. But for tonight i'll start with a messy memory.
It
was combined Family Home Evening night, we were going to have a paint
war in the dorm court yard. In the “family group” that my family
combined with was a fun, spunky girl named Lauren. Lauren was in my
Hall but I had only met her once before in the freshman cafeteria on
the 4th
of July. When I sat with her that day she was dressed in full on red
white and blue, with a big red bow in her hair and she the first
thing she noticed about me was how many sparkles I had all over me.
She went on for a couple minuets about how she really needed more
sparkles. She had a crazy personality similar to the personality I
had when I was back home with my regular friends. The personality
that I felt escaped me since I left home and became weirdly shy.
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So
from me to you: Life is short so don't be shy. And if you are shy,
find a friend in Christ, he's the only friend you need, and when you
learn that, you'll find you have more friends than you realized.
Reach out and be a friend too. Its very possible there is someone
around you who really needs one. And make a memory today.
I'm glad you found someone who is as crazy and weird as you! I do think we need to break out of our shells be happy meeting new people who can also offer us great memories that we can cherish. Great advice, will keep in it mind when I'm in collage.
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