Writing a blog once week reminds me a lot of weekly emails home on the mission. Can't believe I've been home for almost three months now.
The weeks seem to keep getting more hectic. Homecoming this week made things really exciting and somewhat stressful. Regardless, it really made me love being here at BYU and appreciate its history.

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Starting off the week with BYUSA's BBQ! |
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Gave Austin a really hard time about the sunglasses haha. |
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See if you can spot me in the white! |
And finally the week ended with the BYU Spectacular, the dances, and the game. BYU Spectacular this year was amazing. BYU Spectacular (for non-BYUers), is a show that BYU puts on every homecoming in relation to whatever the theme is that year--mainly for visiting BYU alumni. The turnout is so huge that they have to set-up a huge stage in the Marriott center to fit everyone. This year, keeping the idea of celebrating the past hundred years of BYU, the show was a musical theater type of documentary/walk-through of how BYU came to be how great it is today.

On Friday, I took Collette and her friend to the casual dance on campus after Glee rehearsal which was, well, alright haha. I felt a bit out of place with my other friends since it just seemed like it was mostly freshmen. We made it fun though. And then finally the blue pancake breakfast, the parade, and the game we barely lost all ended the homecoming experience for this year.
So what?
I feel like this week, I've gotten slapped in the face more times than I ever have my whole life. In between the small spurts of fun that homecoming brought, this week has been extremely difficult. I've been struggling a lot getting back in the swing of school and had my share of drama with friends. Those thing are expected though. If it wasn't for rough times, life would be way too boring and easy. What's been difficult is this consistent pattern that has continued to bite me in the back this whole week: assuming and assuming poorly. Here are just three short examples:
On Thursday I felt really proud of myself because for the first time I felt like I was completely on top of school. Then, I walked into my MCOM class and realized that I had missed a step in the assignment we were supposed to complete that day. I had assumed I knew exactly how to complete the assignment without double-checking the directions. Loss.
On Friday I was really happy because I had gotten up early to make cookies for a friend in BYU Spectacular that was evidently extremely exhausted from rehearsals that week and an anatomy midterm. When I didn't know what to wrap it in, I thought they'd appreciate the thought and creativity behind cutting out a nature valley box, wrapping it in newspaper, placing the napkin-wrapped cookies inside, and then wrapping everything in newspaper, completed with a ribbon from an unused garbage bag. I would have appreciated something like that, but apparently, not everyone else does. Not even a thank you. An effort to make someone happy wasted. I assumed I would at the least get a thank you and that they would appreciate it. Loss.
On Saturday I took my grammar test that I felt extremely prepared for. I felt like I knew grammar really well and was really familiar with the textbook. I walked in, took the test, and felt like I got an A on it. However, the score on the screen didn't exactly match what I felt. I assumed that I knew the material well enough to get that grade. Loss.
Life is just so unpredictable and unfair. I heard someone at church say this morning that life is about the things that happen while you're planning it out--and it's true. Things most often never go the way you assume they were and will go. So my conclusion is two-fold:
1) Check and double-check
2) Still prepare for the worst
For school assignments. For work assignments. For church assignments. For life assignments. I've concluded these two things will, for the most part, save heartache. Never assume you know what something is. Never assume you know what someone is thinking. Never assume you know what is best. Ask for clarification and ask again. And then even when you feel like you understand, prepare for the worst news and hope for the best.
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