BYU is amazing. There are so many good, good people here. I sprained my ankle last week, which was really frustrating, but it's like I keep running into angels wherever I go... in Wyview, on campus, and even at work. I've been so taken care of... people who hardly know me, or who frankly don't know me, keep helping me.
My classes are amazing. The Spirit is all over campus because great things happen here, and truths are taught here. Every discipline of study is related to the gospel. The mountains are beautiful, and remind me of whose hands I'm in. It's definitely not a monocultural bubble--my mind is being opened to so many new ways of thinking. I know people from all over the world, and I even have some good, good friends from here in Utah.
It's way hard here, but I'm getting better. So many things to learn, great people to meet, things to accomplish. I'm so glad Heavenly Father didn't let me feel good about going anywhere else. My blessings outweigh all of my trials. I keep receiving little tender mercies from the Lord, like food for my soul, right when I need it--usually it's through other people. I've got to get better at rising to the challenge, and I've also got to be more prayerful even when I'm super busy. But it's going to be good; He will help me.
...And now I've got to go study for midterms. Ahhh! :)
