I'm So

Sentimental right now I'm nearly going crazy. Last night I moved out of the glorious Riviera apartment complex. I've lived there for 3 years, in 5 different apartments, and 2 wards. I've survived mice, October without a heater, a shattering breakup, broken toilets, sinks, dishwashers, garbage disposals (and many more maintenance issues I'd like to forget about) and a hot tub broken almost my entire senior year. One defining characteristic of my favorite complex is the nearly comical amount of time it takes anything to get fixed. But I'm over those issues (luckily). I stayed because I needed to be there. I stayed because of the people who live there. I also am afraid of change. I hate admitting it, but familiarity is something that is almost a necessity.

I moved into a condo in Springville (that happens to be the Celestial Kingdom in comparison with the hole I just moved from). But when I was driving the ten minute drive on the freeway with all my stuff last night I couldn't fight the tears. No matter how hard I tried. I've been in the Relief Society presidency for two years which, obvious to me now, has been a main source of structure (and strength) for me. Luckily I've had two incredible friends who are more than understanding about my emotional wreck that has happened on their doorsteps.

I've been planning this epic blog post countdown of the best moments of my college career, but I suddenly needed to vent about all the overwhelming feelings I've been having the past few weeks.

And don't be surprised that I cried while typing this. I need to go check my mascara before I head to the Marriott Center for graduation. Wish me luck.

Oh Dear

Tomorrow I'm taking an 8 hour standardized test. Here are some pages from a test prep book I've been studying out of.

I think the hanger is it to be used in the event that you feel death has become a better option than finishing. Also, who really has that many calculators...

Thank you for putting that in the book. I'll be sure to do so.

Apparently

I'm not the only sentimental one who is going to miss all these engineers when I graduate, because everyone has been packed in this computer lab all day long just hanging out. Not that I mind hanging out, I'm going to miss a couple of these guys too. But this poster I saw online the other day is representative of what does bother me.

Sunday

John 20:1-18 (I like the way John tells the stories best.)

Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.

But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.

No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come.

-Joseph B. Wirthlin

His words helped me through a hard time when Gordon died. I know they are true.

Saturday

Then: Darkness

Now: General Conference with my family. I'm so happy.

Friday

My Friday was pretty much a crap-fest. As I suffered, I tried to remember that Friday was not a pretty day for the Savior, or the world.

Judas then, having received a band of men (600 Romans) and officers from the chief priests and Pharisees, cometh thither with lanterns and torches and weapons. John 18:3

And as soon then as he had said unto them, I am, they went backward, and fell to the ground. John 18:6

And the soldiers platted a crown of thorns, and put it on his head, and they put on him a purple robe, and said, Hail, King of the Jews! and they smote him with their hands. John 19:2-3

And he bearing his cross went forth into a place called the place of a burial, which is called in the Hebrew Golgotha: Where they crucified him, and two other with him, on either side one, and Jesus in the midst.

And Pilate wrote a title, and put it on the cross. And the writing was, JESUS OF NAZARETH THE KING OF THE JEWS. John 19:17-19

But one of the soldiers with a spear pierced his side, and forthwith came there out blood and water. John 19:34

I found an article about Roman crucifiction. Take it for what it's worth, something to think about if nothing else.

This is a lot.

Surely He hath borne our griefs and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with stripes we are healed. Isaiah 53:4-5

Thursday

Turns out, Passover was on Thursday

Bitter herbs (very bitter pure horseradish) to remind us of the bitterness of the slavery our ancestors in Egypt.

Parsley dipped twice in salt water

Reed, Katie, yours truly, and Haylie

One of my favorite chapters in the New Testament is John 17. The great intercessory prayer offered late Thursday night.