I love the fall. I'm not sure if it is my favorite season because I am fairly indecisive in this situation. I forget how much I like a season and then fall in love all over again and declare it my favorite and then rinse and repeat for the next season. Occasionally I loathe the winter come March, but usually I appreciate Utah's amazingly distinct seasons, making it one of my favorite facets of the state. Beginning school at BYU for yet another beautifully difficult, entertaining, and adventurous year is so magical. Yes, I know that using the word magical is super cliche, but it's necessary here. Slinking about BYU campus when it's still warm and admiring the trees from various countries of the world and appreciating the carefully planted flowers and casually watching the difference between the giddy freshmen and the harried graduate students, loving them both for just walking past me on campus and knowing that they hold many things sacred that I do while the sun shines equally as brightly on them as it does on me and we can enjoy this moment together because Heavenly Father loves us and we have the opportunity to go study so that we can sharpen our ability to learn so that eventually we can gain all knowledge and create our own worlds is just too much sometimes and I get that feeling of excitement/sadness that this won't last forever/ecstasy that it is here now/my heart is bursting and it kind of hurts/I want to stop and have a personal dance party/why can't I bis bis every person I see on campus and tell them I love them? In fact, why can't we bring bis bis to America? I feel like there would be much less conflict and stealing were we to instigate bis bis in the U.S. of A. The Spawn of Satan would have hesitated during the temple dedication when he stole my purse full of an iPod, camera, phone, wallet, cards, temple recommend, makeup bag, and clothes had he known that I would have been willing to kiss him on each cheek without even knowing his name simply because he is a human being (Yes, I am being sexist for assuming it was a man. Am I a Satanist for believing also that it was Satan?). Also, I believe dance parties would bring the world together through love. World poverty, hunger, and war would be alleviated simply because of that greater feeling of love and friendship. I wish that I could go to Romania, Senegal, Guam, Australia, Iran, Prague, Venezuela, Greece, Japan, and Laos and show them BYU campus just so they could know a different life and I would give them all peanut butter M&Ms and free tuition and we'd all learn about biology and art history and grammar and then have a dance party to celebrate our freedom.
These are the thoughts that run through my head as I walk across BYU campus at the beginning of the school year as the electric excitement charges us all enough to get through the entire year like the way I charge my newly acquired Zack Morris brick phone every night so that it lasts the whole next day. We have so much to enjoy and experience, my friends. Let's not lose a moment--do your homework, thrive in your classes, make friends with the girl on your left and the boy on your right. Sit in the front row in every class. Comment--you know you learn better when you do. Do your homework at the library and walk home with a new friend and then make dinner with your old roommates from freshman year and have a dance party with your new ward members. Write a note of appreciation to your parents for sacrificing so much to make you happy. Find a new favorite scripture chase and share it with someone. Thank Him for what you have. Read your patriarchal blessing and commit to attaining every one of those blessings you are conditionally promised. It's a new year! a new semester! a new beginning! Let's be happy together. Walk on the golden campus with me and love it. Good luck everyone, and join me in toasting BYU campus in the fall and the happiness it brings.
