Yesterday was both of our LAST, last day of school.

This picture is actually completely misleading.  While I was appropriately giddy to be done with my semester classes, the whole ordeal was more bittersweet than anything else.

I honestly stayed on campus from 9:30 am to 5:00 pm trying to prolong the inevitable (in which time I successfully studied for and took the final for my online class this semester - a feat I've been trying to muster up the motivation to accomplish for two weeks now).

The truth is I'm really going to miss BYU.

I'm not going to miss homework, heavy backpacks, and final exams, but I'm going to miss my classes.
I'm going to miss the commrodery.
The belonging to something.
The friends and the acquaintances and the professors.
I'm going to miss driving home to California for Christmas, and then driving back to Utah, a place that has started to feel very much like home.
I'm going to miss the campus life, our tiny south campus apartment, and our married-student ward.

I'm going to miss a lot of things.

I've decided I'm not going to cry at graduation (just like I decided not to cry at our wedding - and it almost worked), but you can bet yourself a pretty penny I'll be shedding a few tears come the end of May when we drive away in our U-haul...

It's been fun BYU, thanks for the good times.


Jarelle Fuller said...

Yay for you two! Let's have a celebration that includes me too!

Carly Michelle said...

You don't have to tell me twice :) Let's do it!

Ryan and Annalise said...

I totally know that feeling! I felt that way when we moved from Rexburg.