The Story

Nostalgia: a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one's life, to one's home or homeland, or to one's family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time.

Meet my twin brother, Michael. (The one in the middle.)

                                               


.....I really couldn't resist

I went to my old elementary school today to play games with the sixth graders.

As I walked around the school, I realized that I spent six years of my life in that building.

Some of the teachers are still there in the exact rooms I remember them in.

That was more than ten years ago.

Needless to say, as I walked through those strangely familiar walls, I was hit with Nostalgia.

It felt like yesterday when we walked in pairs to the art room.

Or the computer lab.

Or outside to recess.

Or to the glorious lunchroom.

Memories upon memories hit me as I thought of my years in kindergarten through fifth grade.

I remembered kissing Chandler Johnson on the cheek in line for the drinking fountain in Mrs. Warnick's Kindergarten class.

I remembered in first grade, learning how to draw spaces with skittles or m&m's and then being able to eat them if we did a good job.

I remembered doing our "teeth-loss" survey to see how many students had lost their baby teeth in second grade Mrs. Tucker's class. 

I remembered telling Chandler Johnson that I liked someone with the initials of C and J and him telling me that he liked a girl with the initials of R and B during recess by the big play set.

I remembered learning the times table songs (some of them I still know the tunes to) and learning how to write in cursive in Mrs. Carlson's class.

I remembered knitting during class in Ms. Dewitt's class (I legitimately  ) And going to art with the scary Ms. Smith who everyone thought had a mustache.

I remember fifth grade when everyone had cooties and we used to wipe them on each others desks.  I remember Romeo and Juliet and our floppy cardboard stage that we thought was really cool at the time. 

It's weird because a lot of my memories from when I was little blend together and are fuzzy, but my memories from school are clear and easily remembered.
I had an exceptional childhood, and I know that had a lot to do with the fact that I had such good friends, and also because I went to a great school.

Oh, and there's me. I was such an awkward, darling little girl. And oh, just look at that lovely part in my hair.

On a more present note, here's some pictures from the last few days.

The lovely Sarah Sparks bought me a Cinnamon Roll during lunch. We quite enjoyed their warm, gooey, cinnamon-y, DELICIOUS insides.

Rehearsal with this beaut.

She lovingly welcomes me home each day.

This is Mr. Andersen's computer. LOOK AT THOSE TABS. I think they might be parallel to the way his brain works. I literally don't know how he keeps track of it all.

This is the way Michael keeps me from stealing our lotion from leaving the bathroom. 

Les Mis, though?
It's playing at Lone Peak.
I went last night with Elisa's mom and Eliza Van Bloem.
The singing was PHENOMENAL.
I have never seen that much talent from a high school before.
I was very impressed and touched by their beautiful performance.

One more note before I got to bed,
or as my dad says, "hit the rack."

I had a friend share a scripture with me yesterday that really touched me.

2 Corinthians 4:18

"While we look not at the things which are seen,

but at the things which are not seen:

for the things which are seen are temporal;

but the things which are not seen are eternal."

This stood out to me because the world focuses on things that are seen (money, cars, popularity, clothes, etc.) But is that really going to mean anything in eternity? Nope. So why should I waste my time on them? The things that are ETERNAL are things like knowledge, service, faith, honesty, etc.  These are the things that are really going to matter; these are the things I should be spending my precious time on.

I'm really starting to think that I'm going to go on a mission.
I really really want to, at least.
Which is exciting.
Unbelievably exciting.
But also really scary.
Terrifying, actually.
I just feel so unprepared.
So inadequate.
So naive.

We had a missionary activity for Laurels today.
I know if I want to become more ready I need to
study,
pray,
and trust in the Lord.

It's an exciting time in life, folks.
I really am trying to just enjoy these last few days of high school.
Have a wonderful night.

♥ Bekah