Hundred.

100 posts!
Woohoo.
Look at me now.
I'm practically an official blogger.
Expect many more loves.
Thanks for the following. 
PS- Here's some pictures from the party scene this past weekend.
Oh how I've missed it.

I've missed this.
A lot.
..chelle..

Wolverine.

I would just like to point out I am a True Wolverine.
....That is all.
..chelle..

Soph.

Holy bunk.
This last week has been like a freaking tornado.
Never.
Never.
Ending.
It's consisted of bad parking woes,
Sleeping in the parking lot,
Swimming,
Meeting too many people (many many men are coming back into my life),
Broken air conditioning,
Volleyball,
Soccer,
And of course...the infamous first day of school.
But.
I will not lie.
I'm glad to be back in Provo.
I'm glad all my friends are close.
And I'm glad I got good roomies.

I AM A FREAKING SOPHOMORE.
Yeesh
...chelle..

Taught.

For those who don't know,
Instead of going to the college ward this summer,
I decided to help my mom out.
And teach a Primary class.
I taught the kids turning 8 and the 8 year olds.
And they seriously have taught me so much.
Their little spirits are so strong.
And they made me realize how simple life is.
And how easy it is to love and cherish life.

Toady was my last lesson.
And the lesson title was "The Crucifixion and Burial of Jesus Christ."
Heavy.
I didn't know if I could teach this to 8 year olds.


The lesson asked us to open up with a story to compare to the kids what Christ's sacrifice is:

On a cold, wintry day an airplane crashed into a bridge in Washington, D.C., and plunged into the icy Potomac River. Many people were killed, but six people hung on to the plane’s tail while men in a helicopter threw them a life preserver. The water was very cold, and it was hard to hang on to the plane. These people were afraid they might die before their turn came to grab the life preserver and be carried to safety.

Every time the rescuers lowered the life preserver to one man, he passed it to someone else so the other person could be rescued first. He did this until everyone else had been rescued, but then he could not hold on any longer. When the helicopter came back to get him, he had slipped under the water. He died before anyone could save him.

• • 
  Why do you think this man kept passing the life preserver to others? How would you feel if you had been one of the people this man had saved?

My little brother was in that class,
And he turned to me and said, "That guy was brave."
And I, the teacher, completely lost it.

There would be no way I could ever do that in my life,
Especially to complete strangers.
I am so selfish. 
I honestly know that unless it was my family in there, I couldn't pass that life preserver on.
And it got me thinking about Christ.

There is no way I could've done what He did.
I could have never suffered through all the pain,
The mocking,
The anger,
The scorning,
The suffering,
Everything He went through the time he was crucified,
For other people.

Jesus Christ is our Savior for a reason.
He had the heart and the courage to do something all of us couldn't.
To suffer for each and every one of us,
So that we could return to heaven one day.

Those little kids have taught me so much these past 4 months:
That  talking bad about people is mean.
That it doesn't matter what everyone thinks of you.
That it doesn't matter if you don't have a boyfriend, as long as you're happy.
But the thing they've taught me most is just how great this gospel is.
How simple it's message is,
But yet, how fulfilling it's blessings are.

I know my Savior died for me.
And you.
Every one of us.
I know He endured everything he did,
So that we could return to Him and Heavenly Father one day.
And I am SO grateful and indebted to Him.
And I love Him so much.
I know this Gospel is true.
I know we are here for a reason.
And I know that life is hard,
And we all make mistakes.
But because of Christ, we can repent,
And start anew.

After I cleaned my act up,
And finished the lesson,
A little girl came up to me,
And told me I was the best teacher,
And she was going to miss me.
Especially since she would be the only girl against all those guys again.
Just to hear she was going to miss me,
It made my day.

Isn't it funny that just like the gospel, the simple, easy, positive things make us the happiest?
..chelle..

Recap.

Well.
Provo is calling my name.
In approximately 4 days,
I will be a resident of the P-Town.
Again.

This summer I did NOT want to move home.
I wanted to go out to New York and work.
But my brain (and my mom and dad) reminded me I needed to save money.
For the London escapades.
And so,
I ended up back in STG.
I'm not going to lie.
I was bitter.
STG is not my idea of experiencing life.

As I look back on this summer,
I realize I'm SO glad I came home this summer.
I got to reunite with my friends.
Hang out with the family.
And although I worked my life away (literally),
I still did some fun things this summer.

I definitely survived the summer of weddings.

(Missed my best friend getting married? Read about it HERE)

I traveled from one end of the United States to the other (and a few spots in between).

Of course, with Vegas so close a couple trips were a must.

And I have FANTASTIC friends who took me down for my birthday. :]

I said goodbye to practically every guy friend I have. :[

And of course, I summoned back the bonds of friendship.

Summer 2011,

You've been too good to me.

Thanks for all the good memories.

Sophomore year....

Provo....

BYU.....

Liberty Square....

HERE.

I.

COME.

..chelle..

Song.

THIS song will be the song I have my first dance to with my husband.

I know it's about heartbreak and breaking up.
BUT I LOVE IT.
It's almost as good live as it is recorded.
Trust me.
I heard it.
And I about cried.
If you don't have it, or never heard of it,
Never fear.
I will give it to you ASAP.
Lemme know.

PS- NEW ALBUM JOHN MAYER BORN AND RAISED! OCTOBER 2011.
Countdown has obviously begun.

PPS- If you watched the YouTube video,
You see his guitar.
It's SO sweet.
Ah.
I'm in love.

PPS- This one is a close second choice.
..chelle..

Francisco.

My mom told me once everyone has a city in their heart.
It's the big city near where you grew up or spent a lot of time around.
Obviously, my mom's is New York.
Lucky.
I'm so jealous.
My aunt's is Boston, where she lived for 6 years while my uncle went to Harvard.
I'm special.
I have two cities since I moved late: Salt Lake and Las Vegas (i know them like the back of my hand).

My dad's city is San Francisco.
He was born and raised in San Jose and Hollister.
40 minutes outside of SF.
And.
I've never been there, besides flying into there and connecting to another flight.
Crazy huh?
So.
We took a trip out there this weekend for some fun and back to school shopping.
We hit up Pier 39 and Union Square for some solid hours.
And saw some of my dad's old "hangouts."

Although my favorite city ever (in the US- DUH London) is New York City (i will live there someday),
I instantly fell in love with San Francisco.
It probably ranks in my Top 5 favorite cities.
Which I will say, is a pretty hard feat to accomplish

As Train says, "Won't you save Me, San Francisco?"
I can't wait to get back.

2 weeks.
2 days.
Until the blessed Provo return.
..chelle..