Alive.

7 finals

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end projects

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study study study

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little sleep

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packing

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cleaning

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goodbyes

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driving driving driving

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even less sleep

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DEATH

However, I am happy to announce that after enduring 18 credits at BYU and everything mentioned above, I am ALIVE. In recovery mode. But alive. 

Like most people, my exam week went a little like this: Wake up early, study, take a final, study, study some more, take another final, study, study, study until the early hours of the morning, catch approximately 2-4 hours of sleep, repeat.

I ended up walking out of the house like this most days:

unicorn shirts, rainbow socks + sandals, hair up, no makeup......oh yeah....lookin good.
I don't believe in sweat pants during finals week though, so that gets me some bonus points right?

And even on my last day of Finals (Thursday) it didn't end. It followed the usual pattern. I got up at 6:00, studied until my scheduled Food Science final at 8:00, continued to study for New Testament after that, and finally took my last final of the semester at around noon. I was on question 40 of 50 on my New Testament final and in my head I was thinking, "I only have 10 questions left.......I only have 10 questions left......Let freedom ring!" I cannot tell you how good that realization felt, and I walked out of the WILK testing centre with the biggest smile on my face. 

I felt a little bit like this:

My original plan for the rest of the day was to pick up some things around Provo before heading home, as well as making one last trip out to So.Jo. to visit with the Bentley's.....and of course that didn't end up happening. I got home and as I began to take down the pictures in my room and do some small things to pack up my room, I got a text from mom saying that I needed to go get finger prints asap because the church travel had called and said that plans had changed (yet again) for my mission visa. I got that text around 1:30, headed to campus shortly after, took care of some last minute business with the international office, and then headed over to campus police. I walked in at 2:09, not knowing they only did finger prints until 2:00.....LUCKILY they had mercy on my desperate face and the finger prints did get done. 

I thought I was done stressing for the day, but I found out at around the same time I was getting my fingerprints done, that Rawley was planning to head home at 6:00....6:00 that night......and I had packed up a total of maybe 10 pictures.....!!!!! Say what? 

4 hours to run home, pack up EVERYTHING, clean, and load up the car. 

not cool.

It was so last minute that I didn't even get to say goodbye to all of my incredible roommates. I am going to miss these beautiful girls so much, they have the sweetest spirits.

It was a miracle, but by 5:50 we were headed out of Provo. I dropped Rawley off to visit a friend while I quickly stopped by the Bentleys to say goodbye. I just couldn't leave Utah without saying goodbye to my favourite Utahan family. They treated my like gold this semester, and even got me the sweetest gift for Christmas. It was a bittersweet goodbye, but it was FAR better than the last goodbye I had to say in that house.
With that done, we buckled up, got the jams going, and were really ready to start the 12 hour drive. Rawley ended up driving the first part from Utah to a little rest stop in Dubois Idaho, and I took over from there. The drive was long, and I was past exhaustion—I really probably should not have been driving at some points, but Montana delivered some incredible morning skies, which just could not be captured out the window of our moving car with my ancient i-phone 4, but....I'll give it a try anyways.

Yup. No justice was done.

We pulled into little C-town at 9:30 Friday morning.

Exhausted.

I walked through the door,

crawled up the stairs,

dragged myself onto the closest couch possible, 

and fell asleep for the rest of the morning

.....and maybe spoke a total of 10 words to my mom before doing this.

Sorry mom.

But I am finally home, the semester is over, Christmas is in 5 days, and I am JOYFUL!

Phamous up in Vegas

Since American Thanksgiving doesn't hold much significance to the Selk family, we usually hit up Vegas for the week. Rawley, Lindsay and I left Monday evening and met up with the 'rents who flew in earlier that morning. Every year we stay in the same condo—its familiar, its comfortable, and I love our Vegas trips.

This year I knew the majority of the time would unfortunately be spent mission shopping. And that is exactly what happened. Shopping in crowds. Shopping under stress. Shopping with specific guidelines. All things that I dread. To say that I was sick of shopping by the end of the week would be an understatement.

However...
skirts were found,
shoes were bought,
and I am...
one.
step.
closer.
to.
Portugal!

Some of my favourite memories of the week were:
Spending precious time with my family, treasuring the simple moments while I can.
Watching Food Network with Mom. Always my #1 idea of a good time.
Capriottis mouthwatering bobby sandwich. Every year without fail.
Mom's "Swag" face. #mymomiscoolerthanyourmom
Speed Walking Races.
Simple conversations.
Matching sweaters.
Midnight bowling.
Temple baptisms.
Go-Karting.

orthopaedic shoe stores

Laying on a typical springy, squeaky, and uncomfortable bed that a futon tends to consist of in our Las Vegas condo and realizing how absolutely exhausted I am. Vegas was supposed to be a vacation. A time to get away from all the stress of school work and to relax a little before finals week totally destroys my soul. Dramatic? Nah. But instead my body aches from being so tired.

Guys. Shopping is hard work. I don't care what anyone says.

For the past couple of days I have been on the hunt for mission clothing. 

I have probably been into every hideous, orthopaedic shoe store there is, and unfortunately...there are a lot.

I have tried on more skirts that barely hit above the knee than I ever hoped to try on.

I'm sure my hair will be pure static for the rest of my life from ripping on and off shirts all day.

And I am tired.

Worn out.

Pooped.

Beat.

WASTED. Appropriate for Vegas, Yeah?!

I don't want to shop any more.

Give me 10 white shirts, a couple pairs of dress pants, and some ties.

I will take that any day.

But tomorrow, unfortunately, it will start all over again. Is this skirt the right length? Will it go with at least 10 different shirts? Can I run, hop, skip, and jump out of a moving bus if needed in it?

Yeah.

The struggle is real.

And I'm now going to go to bed with the fear that I will dream about Chinese men in orthopaedic shoe stores.

UGH. Shudder. 

Bentley Bonding

Friday night consisted of Mason swooning, puzzles, and spending time with my favourite Utah family. Because Mason was Traci's designated puzzle partner, she insisted I come and do a puzzle with her before the Holiday season, and I was so exited and honoured to do so. I'm grateful to have had these months to get to know this incredible family. It was just this past January that I met them for the first time. I was terrified and praying my little heart out that they would like me as I walked through the front door. A lot has changed in the past 11 months. My fear has changed to pure excitement, and I have gotten to know this family better than I ever anticipated.  It is bitter sweet knowing that I will only see this amazing family once more before I leave for the next 18 months. Goodbyes are creeping up on me already. Scary.

Ode to November

It seems like the months have progressed faster and faster. I thought September flew by, and then I thought October went by even faster, but November has exceeded the speed of the past two months by far! The fact that we have next week off for Thanksgiving break really helps.

VEGAS I'M READY FOR YOU!

....can we have a week break off school every month? I think that is a great idea.

I cannot believe November is almost over, I cannot believe I will be done this semester in a few short weeks, and I cannot believe I will be leaving on my mission in just a couple of months. The concept of time freaks me out more than anything, so let's not dwell on timelines.

I'm getting to the point in the semester where I can see the end of my checklist:

Take my last midterm in this class—check. 

Take my last quiz in that class—check. 

Write my last research paper in this class—check. 

Finish up my last assignments in that class—check. 

I cannot tell you how good it feels to check the final things off and see the end in sight.

I'm too excited to be done.

So here are a couple of things that sum up November:

Eating anything and everything with spinach, mushrooms, and balsamic dressing = I die in heaven.

While on the subject of food. Celery and Peanut butter is also my go to. I'm still 5 years old, it's ok.

School. Ugh. But my personal favourite of the month—taking an online midterm until 2 AM. Never again.

significant dates. November 1, 8, and 16th......so good.

The cold, brisk weather. My ideal.

Christmas prep. 33 days people!

Letters from my one and only.

Mission Paper Messes. Looks like I will be flying to Vancouver in December to beg the Portuguese consulate to let me into their country....I solemnly swear that I am not a terrorist.

Shopping online. Someone please help me with my mission wardrobe. I got nothing.

My peeve for the month..."easy close" packaging that literally takes me 5 minutes to properly close. Am I the only one?

I just want to give a personal shout out to the month of November for being so stellar. I was expecting a less than excellent performance, but it far exceeded my expectations. Cheers to you November. Thanks for finally showing me some mercy.

 

home(s)

Since I'm not a huge fan of the whole halloween thing, I decided to use that weekend as an excuse to go home. Let's be honest. I was missing my mom, and my puppy dog, and the comfort of my home pretty bad. So I skipped all my classes for the rest of the week, and at 5:00 on Wednesday morning I started out on the 12 hour drive home. I had never driven all 12 hours by myself. Usually my brother takes that responsibility, and I trade on when needed. Luckily, because of the early morning start, it didn't feel too long or too painful. I rolled into my sweet little familiar town at about 4:00 that afternoon.
My mom spoiled me and made a complete dinner just for me. Literally...just for me! Best.Day.Ever.
I didn't get to spend much time at home though, because the other reason I decided to come home was because my parents & aunts & uncles were going down to Montana to move into our new family cabin. On Thursday I got back into the car and drove to the cabin. It was perfect. The most ideal cabin with tall trees and a beautiful lake. I love Montana almost as much as I love Canada.
It was worth every penny, every mile, every headache, and every bad radio station to get to spend the weekend with my parents at home and at our (now) second home.

bentley traditions

The end of last October was the very beginning of Mason and I's relationship together, and it wasn't until January that I actually got brave enough to make the drive to South Jordan to Mason's home. That being said, I didn't get to be a part of any of the Bentley holiday traditions last year. I was pretty ecstatic when Traci messaged me and invited me to join them for Sunday dinner and their yearly pumpkin carving this year. I love going to the Bentley home!  It's like a little piece of Mason is there every time I walk in the door. And seeing his cardboard cutout helps a little bit too....haha Is it weird that they already feel like family to me? They treat me like gold and I feel adopted in to their family already. They are just the sweetest.

 So creative in my pumpkin carving....