Asher Roth, I too, love college.

I finish all my finals, it's Cinco De Mayo and school is out for summer, so what do I do? Sit in my room. Study mode was on all week. When I got out of my last final it was like an instant switch to party mode... that ended fast, because I looked around the empty campus, looked at all the box filled cars headed out of Logan and well, now it's just depression mode.

I thought I was ready for more goodbyes. Nope. You can never be ready.

This has been one heck of a week.

I think I'd be more successful on my finals if there weren't beatles quotes lining the margins of my notes. After a couple days of half-heartily studying, actually more like a whole life of that... I buckled down and studied the hardest I ever have in my life. Nine hours straight with my roommate Heather Haderlie.

 My first final I got 100%. My second final I got an A… pulling off an A in the class. I came a long way in this class, from the initial D test score to a solid A on my transcript. My other classes I haven't heard from, but walking out of those classes I was mentally fist pumping and shouting yaaahooooo. Killed them.

At first I just saw this week as finals week. As it got closer I realized it was also move out week. "Oh man," I thought, "that means packing." As I got even closer it mean picking up random shifts with random kids at work: so far that resulted in my shirt getting ripped off, bra exposure, 14 pinches and a poopy accident. As I got even MORE close... it would also be the start of my second job, the summer youth program facilitator job (I stuffed 150 envelopes like a champ my first day). But what I didn't even realize until today is the sad, sad, sad, sad feeling in the air. Freshmen year is over... friends are packing up, friends are headed home... life once again changes.

And while it is sad to pack up and drive away from somewhere you love, I hate it even more standing here and watching everyone go...

The end of this week brings bittersweet feelings. 

Let's start with the sweet:

1. Leaving the fifth floor of Snow Hall once and for all. 

My windows will open in my next place... and I'll have a roomie for pillow talk.

2. The sun is starting to shine.

3. The stress of finals is OVER.

4. School's out for SUMMER!!!

Bitter: I feel a little bit of tears in my heart because some of my best friends left. Some of my best friends won't be back next semester. Some of my best friends will go on missions, get married, transfer schools... and I have no idea when I will see some of them again. Life is funny in this way, it's like the whole "don't name your pet, you'll get attached" thing. All the people I meet already have names, so I'm just hosed. 

I will miss the random shower times with Heather Haderlie. I will miss knocking on Bryce Scherschel's door and taking off my shoes. I will miss hugging my "boyfriend" Beibs. I will miss being able to go down the hall and ask Jeremy Baker any question in the world. I will miss Derek Geratt and saying "Hi Kyle." I will miss the sweetest girls I've ever met in 502. I will miss saying "ew" to Sydney Figgat as she passes... small talk in the elevator and walking through the Lundrstrom to get my mail. I will miss Stacie and Calli, partying with them one night changed my life. I will miss Hillary Bibb and Savanah Davis... they won't be coming back. I will miss Liz's gas problems this summer and Emilee's mexicaness. I will miss singing "Glo-o-o-o-o-oria" to Gloya. I will miss Erin. I will miss being polynesian by association with Ashley. I will miss every class with Kylee Maughan. I will miss movies with Josh. I will miss cookies and visits on my way up the stairs to Kevin. I will miss the third floor boys (I won't miss their toilet). I will miss Matt Carr and his hot self. I will miss sitting on my giant bed. I will miss the elevator. I will miss scaring Travis Flitton. I will miss Dallin and his crazy self. I will miss Bret's singing. I will miss Luis and our unfulfilled make-out appointment. I will miss going to 6f. I will miss bus rides with Gary. I will miss OSRT meetings, Japan steps meetings, lunch at the Hub ...I'll miss it all... I can't even name everyone and everything specifically.

My roommates:

My best friends:

I have made so many friends and so many amazing people have shaped my freshmen year into the best one possible. I have learned what it means to be alone. I have learned to do things because I want to and because I believe in them. I have learned what it means to be loved, used, heart-broken and friendzoned. It's weird because I came here thinking that I needed to let go of people in order to meet others, but when all is said and done, those people are still on my mind everyday and my heart aches for the memories. Now, I have even more people in and out of my life... and more people to even meet. Slow down life and let these people all just stay by my side forever! 

I have been kissed and I have kissed. I have been hugged and I have hugged. I have mixed up names, driven on the curb... and stepped up where no stairs were. I have been rejected and I have rejected. I have been creeped on and I have done the creeping. Everything changed and I changed with it. This year was seriously the best year of my life. Thank you Utah State, Logan, Cache Valley and all the wonderful people I know and love!!!! :)

Let's go back, back to the beginning.

August 2010 I moved to this town called Logan, UT. I had been to Logan countless times in my life, the fourteen hour drives are forever engraved in my memory. But this time was different. Kylee and I had our car. Mom had the suburban full of kids and box by box, our comfortable, stable and easy life was unpacked and dropped off to Snow Hall fifth floor. 

Meeting people, trying to figure people out, going on little adventures, it was all fun for the first little bit, but the real joys came from meeting true friends, fighting through challenging times and growing up.

Semester One Highlights:

-The Howl & Homecoming

-Wong Boy with Matt Carr, and the existence of him as my BBFL

-Thanksgiving Break <3

-Sushi and Duck feeding dates with Chris Hronek

-My first blind date EVER with Sean Rathbone

-Cam Richardson's brownies

-Football games... cheering... beating BYU... surviving the rainy games

-My Heber buds and home away from home - Oak Ridge

-Glee marathons with Elliott and Quinn

-Hot tubbing, always

-Life Sciences with Kylee, Bryce Scherschel, David Green and Braden Beckstrom

-BYU trips/Cam visiting

-Kylee Falter, my twin as getting ENGAGED

-Jaws in the pool

-Discovering Mindy Gledhill

Winter break rolled around and then off to second semester.

Semester Two Highlights:

-Dancing and partying, WAY less sleep

-Jazz Game with Elliott :) and meeting Daniel, Adrian, Patrick and the rents.

-Basketball games with Kylee Giesler

-Before we had a falling out, this was my family for the first part of the semester. I love these boys (not pictured: Chaunce).

-Spring Break, Kylee's wedding

 -Hair went brown

 -Mardi Gras!!!

 Kylee became a photographer= I became a model

-Temple trips with Kylee Geisler

-Just random evenings... like so...

-Dates with Chauncy, the most genuine and complimenting guy I know.

Freakin' love his guts.

-My OSRT family

-Snowboarding with Sam Spencer

-Spring break, back in those arms.

-MORE best friends :) :) 

-Random shower times with Heather

-Double wide bed

-Snickerdoodle cookies with Kevin Doxey

-Josh Rasmussen on drugs

-The Blue Light House

-Tai Wesley and Bill Sproat... poker games and fireworking chasing.

-Late nights, early mornings

-Getting my second job!!!

-Acing my classes

Now it's goodbye FRESHMEN YEAR. 

First year of college.

First time away from home.

First time living without my twin.

First time ACTUALLY studying.

First time grocery shopping every month.

First time having all-nighters.

First time blogging.

First time being completely rejected.

First time without the love of my life.

First time without my best friend.

First time without blonde hair.

First time being alone. 

First time writing a song.

First time making all new friends.

There's a first time for everything.

Best year of my life. Hands down.

Asher Roth, I too, love college.