College is weird.

I decided that being a freshman girl at BYU has to be one of the weirdest experiences ever. 

Think about it. You leave the comfort of your home and all your family and friends....

You come to BYU to live with 5 other strangers who, like you, know nothing about living on their own.

 You learn the difficulties of actual school work, providing for yourself, and how to manage all the hairspray and hormones floating around your little apartment. 

Your crock pot becomes your new best friend.

You spend more time at the library than you do at your apartment...well if you're me then your time at the library is spent dancing on the tables for the last 15 minutes before it closes...but that's another story. 

You make lots of new friends....most of which are in your ward and are little baby freshmen just like you.

You make dishes charts that wear off within a week and find that living with college girls comes with a lot of hair. Hair everywhere. 

You get put into a new "family" that meets together once every week. Your family consists of a mom, dad, and brothers and sisters.....all of which are your same age and look nothing like you. Heck, you might even have a black brother! ;) 

The initial excitement of being at college and the millions of awkward "meet and greet" events eventually wear off and then you start skipping classes and failing exams.

You go on dates. Good and bad ones.

You encounter some weird colleges experiences...Like kids running through your lecture playing the saxophone. Or people singing at the top of their lungs in library rooms that they think are soundproof. Or opening the washing machine to find pasta. Yes, cooked pasta.

You spend your evenings doing stupid things with your roommates who are now your best friends.

You find out all sorts of new things about yourself. For example, maybe you giggle in your sleep. Or maybe you cry like a baby every time you talk to your mom on the phone. Or maybe you aren't actually that good at the things you thought you were good at in high school. Or maybe you really like peanut butter. Or maybe you you hate the cold. Or maybe you find that buying a Beauty and the Beast bedspread isn't actually what all the cool kids are doing. Or maybe you really like learning about Geography. Or maybe you like to take naps with your roommates in their beds.  All hypothetically speaking, of course. 

You blow through the rest of the semester and bomb all your finals.

 Then some of the boys you became good friends with leave at the end of semester on their missions.

You go home for a couple weeks and reconnect with the family and friends you left behind.





 While home you realize that things at home didn't stay the same while you were gone. Your brother started to sleep in your room, the kids you babysat can now babysit, and your parents decided to move the Christmas festivities downstairs...big deal.
You realize how much you actually love college and your roommates and you miss them. Maybe even Skype them once or twice.

You come back to P-town.

Second semester goes similar to the first except this time everyone pretty much knows each other and friendships are pretty well established....so if you don't like the friends you have, then WHOOPS!

 Also as a girl during second semester you have to choose where and who you are going to live with your sophomore year. I have 3 words to say about that........Actually, I don't. It's just a stressful experience.

At the end of your second semester, 99.99 percent of the boys you became friends with will leave on missions. So there you are.....Male-friend-less. Except for your dad...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA had to throw that in there.

So then when you finish your freshmen year you have to start ALL over again and make new boy friends. Boy. Friends. Not boyfriends. I mean, unless you want to make new boyfriends too then.....whatever.
Go for it.

You're faced with all sorts of big decisions to make. There's no more hiding from picking your dreaded major. You're officially at the point of no return (Cue Phantom of the Opera music).  You're a big girl now...what are you going to do next? Study abroad? A mission? Marriage? 

Nationwide is right...life does come at you fast.
 Just remember...if you give a girl a pancake, she's gonna want some syrup to go with it.

happy friday.