Today I attended my last class at Utah State.
Sad.
Luckily for me it was one of my most favorite classes I have ever taken here, and one that I believe I have taken a total of six times now! Not because I've failed it -- because it's a P.E. class. PE 1212, Advanced Volleyball. Great times have been had in that class -- everything from having a great hit, or pass, or set, or laughing so hard at someone getting hit in the face, only to turn around and get hit yourself! It has always been one I can count on enjoying and a great way to meet and make connections with people who share the same love for the sport. It is the one class that has kept me sane throught my career.
I had a a great time today thinking of some memories that I could share with you today. It's funny to remember all the times that I felt dumb, or out of place because I never thought they would make me laugh, and then make me cry and want even more to postpone my graduation.
I remember telling people that I was going to school at Utah State. "Don't you know how cold it gets there?!" they would reply. "Yes," I would say. I'm from Idaho, I know what cold is. Little did I know how very cold it could get here and that it was possible for your face and hands to freeze just by opening the door. I really know what "..stings your nose and bites your toes..." means now. Yes, people -- it is cold here, but I like it.
My first summer here is probably one of the experiences that made my love for Utah State and Cache Valley grow the most. I had great roommates, a great job, I got to play sand volleyball every day, I met a lot of awesome people, it was just all-around good. And, surprisingly, it has only become better. What was the best summer to me - in all my life - was only just the start of the absolutely awesome years to come! I really do love Utah State and Cache Valley and could not, would not, ask or wish to do or experience it anywhere else. I was meant to come here.
One more thing: I'll never forget the random jobs I've had while at Utah State and the crazy experiences. (1. Soil Testing Lab -- working with two cousins + JKA =great/crazy times and a lot of laughter, popcorn, lunches in the Carousel, and cross-word puzzle Fridays.
2. Peer Advising in University Advising -- being trained by my best friend, enjoying the drama in an office with 7+ women and hundreds of stressed, impatient students, learning and knowing so much about general education requirements to make others sick, the satisfaction of helping ten students before an advisor could get done with one.
3. PDP(Publication, Distribution, & Production) -- meeting Bob and Dale and Dale and Mike and Dave and Bob's kids and wife and Travis's sister, collating and binding I don't know how many New Student Planners and football media guides, learning how to run machinery that weighs 10x as much as me and can fold and collate 5,000 science magazines within 40 minutes -- this is, if the glossy paper quit sticking to itself, going on deliveries with Bob and being pulled by a runaway dolly with 5 boxes of folded newsletters, trying and trying to get the shrink-wrapper to look as good as Bob's, but never succeeding...)
4. I did write one story for The Statesman one time. Jay Wamsley really did want me to write more, but I had little time and didn't really like it, which is funny because now I write quite a bit.
5. Interning for the Athletics Media Relations Office -- ok, so not really a job, but I did get credit for it for only one semester and the next semester...totally free to them, no credit for me. Kind of a rip-off, but I've enjoyed it and been able to talk to several ESPN employees and others about how many points Jaycee had scored that night and how many touchdowns we didn't score...and I can and have freaked many athletes out by finishing their last name and what position or event they compete in, their hometown, high school, stats from their last meet...no, I'm not a stalker -- these things just stick in my head when I write about them for three hours every Saturday night.
6. The A-Team -- I don't even know what or how I can say how much this job means to me, how grateful I am that my cousin made me apply, or how awesome and truly amazing the people are that I have met in this job. It really has been the one thing in all my college career that has made me grow and change the most and really made me who I am today. Kind of crazy, huh? I feel sorry for all those who haven't had this experince and who will never know how great it is. I just don't know how to explain it.
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