Can't I just be 17 again?

So back in school at BYU Idaho for my final semester. Ummm its pretty intense. I did not count of locking myself in my room every friday and saturday doing mountains of homework and huge projects right off the bat. The theme this semester for my professors seems to be "here let me give you this assignment, it will take about 6 hours to do, then I'll tell you that it sucks and you'll have to do it all over again." Joys. Especially one of my classes, my social studies method class, I'm having to redo and spend hours and hours on these assignments. The thing is I enjoy it. It's really digging into my profession as a teacher and I'm actually getting it! My teacher really likes me and said that he can see me becoming a master teacher. I nearly fainted I was in such shock. From this teacher especially, that's the best complement I could have ever received.

So besides that I am booked solid. Work has become more demanding and school is forcing me to realize "hey you're not going to be a student after this." EEEKKK! Student teaching is months away and I'm looking to buy a car, which I've never done before. Plus it just seems like, despite other contributing things, I just get constantly reminded how old I am. Ummmm I'm pretty sure all the new freshman look like they're 16. Gross. And I'm pretty sure all the RMs are hitting on them. Double gross. Seriously why do guys do that? I will never understand. I was helping a student the other day at the advising center and he was looking to transfer and asked where I had gone to school. I told him that I was a student and this was my last semester here. He replied, "Wow really? I thought you had school done with years and years ago. How old are you anyways?" Yea I did not answer that question.

Some days I feel like I just want things to slow down. Mostly concerning my family. My brother left for his mission over the break in August. That was difficult for our family, particularly my parents. I enjoyed spending time with Spencer before he left. I've forgotten how much he's grown. We became really close when he came out to school here. So it was nice to see him off and help him prepare. I can't count how many shirts I mended for him.

                                  Spencer's Farewell Party. Mrs. Jane's made him a Brazil cake.

                                                  Dad, Spencer, and Mom at the airport

                       Me, Hannah, Spencer, Megan, and Kate (only missing Brookie) at the airport

                                                              Waiting in line. It was very early.

                                                                       He loves us.

So Spencer has been in the MTC for a little over a month. He's supposed to head out to Brazil the end of October. We receive regular emails from him and he's doing great. 

I think sometimes when I'm feeling like this, growing up and having to make decisions and plan and such, its good to take a moment and get back to my roots. So here you go. Enjoy! :)

Please tell me I wasn't the only one who knew the whole dance routine. :)