Megan's First Blog

The time has come to follow in the footsteps of my fellow family members, dear friends, spectacular examples, and yes, even my rivals. Okay that last part was a joke, but I have embraced the idea and started my very own blog. Yes, it is just another excuse for me to sit down and talk (via computer screen), but to anyone who knows me, the idea sounds nothing, but splendid!

First things first, let's play catch up: After a long, but fun summer vacation in Draper, I moved my things back to Provo (single-handily I might add) for year number 2 at Brigham Young University. I'm living in Spyglass Apartments. The complex is less than a block from campus and super nice! I am so blessed to be living here as I know too many college students don't have the pleasure of having their own room, personal pantry, personal bathroom closet, kitchen cabinet space, washer and dryer or matching, decent looking couches. I am one spoiled lady! *Pictures to come soon* My roommates are wonderful!! I'm living with Miss Shelly Matthews (soon to be Mrs. Keaton Jolley, although it's not official yet so don't get too excited friends), Miss Whitney Steed (my adorable Canadian roommate whom I learn from and respect more everyday) and Miss Kelsey Page (my first official friend I found at BYU and can always be found doing something for the sake of our university). My classes are Stats, Biology, Humanities, Multicultural Sociology and New Testament. I'm really enjoying all of them thus far. I've already learned so much. After meeting with a counselor earlier this week, I'm [pretty] confident I will be majoring in art history. This is not a for-sure thing yet, but I'm feeling pretty good about it and it's a subject I'm truly passionate about. I’ll let you know when the decision is more definite. I’m thankful to be going to school where church and education are so closely linked. The Spirit can be felt nearly everywhere you go and although there are different people with different standards around, we’re an overall happy campus to be on.

I have much to be thankful for right now. I’d like to take this time to express some of the happy, tender mercies the Lord has blessed me with. This semester, I’m taking my last math and science class----EVER! Woot! Woot! I made a wonderful Gluten Free cake and got excellent reviews from roommates, boyfriends, and people I don’t really know, but offered cake too anyways because they were sitting in my living room. Apartment 306 has been a blast to live in! The girls and I have had nothing, but funny (and learnable) experiences. For example, Labor Day, our toilet decided to explode---literally. Two days later, it exploded again. Thanks to modern technology, aka Google, Shelly and I fixed our little “plumbing problem” with no help from boys and/or parents. Granted, we smelled like an outhouse and looked even worse, but we nonetheless proclaimed ourselves to be TRUE WOMEN OF 2011. I’ve never been more thankful for the trials of my past than I am right now in the present. I’m thankful that the Lord knew I needed to be “stretched”. Although I didn’t think it was needed, I realize now how much it was. And each day I become more thankful that each tear was shed, each step was taken, and each prayer, whether happy or sad, was answered.

Although I have much to be grateful for, things have not gone exactly as I expected. I would be lying if I said I’ve taken it well. On the contrary, I haven’t, but every day “I’m getting a little bit stronger” (to quote country music singer, Sara Evans). I’ve had my weak days (i.e. roommates find me crying, throwing up in the middle of the night, and drinking by far too much IBC). Once again, I’ve been brought down to my knees to ask for the Lord’s help and peaceful guidance. Very slowly, I feel myself getting better. Some days it doesn’t seem like it, but I know it will. Life goes on. Some days, some hours, some minutes I don’t want it to. I take comfort that the Lord knows what’s best for me. I’ve learned His plan for me is a lot better than the one I have in mind. Although I don’t understand why some things happen, why some people choose to leave, or why curveballs keep being thrown my way, they happen for a reason. One must learn to be patient enough to wait for the rainbow to come out again.

Loves!