Before I moved up here, I wasn't sure what I was going to do. I was going into a place where the campus alone was bigger than my hometown. I didn't know anyone there except for my brother, and he would leave only a few weeks after I got there. My general thoughts were, "If I can just endure summer, I'll be alright. Some of my friends will be coming in fall. I just need to hang on until then."
That was two months ago. In an earlier post I alluded to the fact that so much can change in two months. It seems that this is something that I just keep learning. As much as I say it, it still amazes me when it actually happens. In the past while that I've lived here, I have experienced so much. I have made so many friends. Good friends too. I have so much fun here; more than I thought I would have. I am on the Enrichment committee for our ward. I am the Family History representative for my FHE group. I have the coolest roommates. I love it here. I love my friends.
Come fall, most of my friends will be moving out to different places. Some will just move to different apartments. Others will move to different towns. As much as I want my old friends to join me in the fall, I hate to see my new friends leave. I wish there was some way I could keep living in summer while letting the fall come anyway. Living in the best of both worlds. But of course, that can't happen. Change will come whether you want it to or not. And even if you want both, you can't always have your way.
Again I'll say: So much can change in two months. Two months ago I couldn't wait for fall: "If I can just endure summer, I'll be alright. Some of my friends will be coming in fall. I just need to hang on until then." But things change: "If I can just postpone fall, I'll be alright. I've got so many friends here. I just need to hang on as long as I can." Now, I don't want summer to end. Just another change of heart.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
After-Game Ride
A few weeks ago Matt asked me to be on their intramural softball team. I just looked at him like he was crazy and told him I hadn't played softball in three years. This didn't daunt him. He told me all the girls on the team weren't very good (sarcastically, of course, because Morgan was standing right next to him).
The next day Camon put me on the team and drug me to the games; I was officially part of Bacca. Quite honestly, it was a blast! And I could actually hit the ball pretty good. Anyway, last Saturday was the last game before the tournament started (It started last night). At that game, I slid into home and barely got out. The thing is, I took a direct hit to my knee cap. Now I have fluid in my knee, I can't bend it, and I'm getting hyped up on 2400 mg of Ibuprofen a day.
But it's getting a lot better. The swelling has gone down and I can bend it, but still not enough to go down stairs. I went to the game and, since I couldn't play, when picture crazy with Matt's camera. After we got home from the game, we were all just chillin' outside, Camon and Bryce still on their motorcycles. I asked Camon when he was going to take me for a ride and he said right now (or then), if my knee would allow it. I got on and was barely able to bend my knee enough to stay on. So, I went for a motorcycle ride last night.
That was the best motorcycle ride I've ever been on!!! When we would pass places like the mouth of the canyon, we would go through cold pockets of air. It was so cool. And I got complimented. :) Camon told me I was a really good passenger. I held still as we would go, and when we would take a turn, instead of leaning away from it trying to stay on, I just followed him and leaned into it. It was great. We had to cut it short though because my knee was getting a little uncomfortable. Camon said we would go on a longer one once my knee heals.
He asked me if I had ever been on a motorcylce before and I told him that Dad has a Honda Shadow. He got excited about that. He told me that he actually wants to trade his bike in for a Shadow.
I'll admit it, I've got a weak spot for motorcycles.
The next day Camon put me on the team and drug me to the games; I was officially part of Bacca. Quite honestly, it was a blast! And I could actually hit the ball pretty good. Anyway, last Saturday was the last game before the tournament started (It started last night). At that game, I slid into home and barely got out. The thing is, I took a direct hit to my knee cap. Now I have fluid in my knee, I can't bend it, and I'm getting hyped up on 2400 mg of Ibuprofen a day.
But it's getting a lot better. The swelling has gone down and I can bend it, but still not enough to go down stairs. I went to the game and, since I couldn't play, when picture crazy with Matt's camera. After we got home from the game, we were all just chillin' outside, Camon and Bryce still on their motorcycles. I asked Camon when he was going to take me for a ride and he said right now (or then), if my knee would allow it. I got on and was barely able to bend my knee enough to stay on. So, I went for a motorcycle ride last night.
That was the best motorcycle ride I've ever been on!!! When we would pass places like the mouth of the canyon, we would go through cold pockets of air. It was so cool. And I got complimented. :) Camon told me I was a really good passenger. I held still as we would go, and when we would take a turn, instead of leaning away from it trying to stay on, I just followed him and leaned into it. It was great. We had to cut it short though because my knee was getting a little uncomfortable. Camon said we would go on a longer one once my knee heals.
He asked me if I had ever been on a motorcylce before and I told him that Dad has a Honda Shadow. He got excited about that. He told me that he actually wants to trade his bike in for a Shadow.
I'll admit it, I've got a weak spot for motorcycles.
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