my last day

Well. Today was it. My last day of classes at Brigham Young University. No, don't worry I can't believe it either. I'm almost positive I started yesterday, but at the same time there is a good chance I have been here my whole life.

This is baby Danielle on her first day of kindergarten. I was just a teeny tiny little thing, I had pretty much 0 cares beyond what did my mom pack me for lunch? and I hope I get on the right bus to go home, and I was so excited to start school. I had no idea what I had ahead of me and all the incredible people I would meet and things I would learn through my years in school.

I remember one time in kindergarten I actually lied to my parents and told them I had homework because I was jealous of all the work that my sisters were doing. Trust me that was the first and last time I ever did that. Following that incident, I have spent most of my time pretending like I didn't have homework even if I did. (You can't get mad at me mom, I'm graduating.)

Seventeen years of school (plus some preschool) and here I am, getting ready to graduate. I've been in school for so long that it feels insane to think that this is it. (There's always a chance of grad school, but I have no plans for it at the moment.) Really though, this is what I've been doing for over half my life.

WHAT DO I DO NOW?! Oh yeah...I get a job. Still not much progress there, but I am excited willing to get serious about the hunt once finals are over (and once I take a trip to Disney World with my mom...).

What's most shocking to me about graduating is that I'm not really where I thought I was going to be at this point. When I was that precious 5 year old up there and I saw people who had graduated from college, I thought that they were so grow-up and mature. Most of the time, I still feel like that kindergartner.
When I started at BYU, I was also so positive that I was going to graduate having my life figured out, married (this idea was planted in me by the fact that my mother and sisters both were at this point), and that I would have a job. None of these things have happened. I have deviated very far from my plan, but I am happy with where I am, and I am excited to see where post graduate life will take me.

So here I am. Last day of class. Ready to tackle the world....after finals that is.

See you at graduation. I'll be the one in the cap and gown.

peace. love. and class.

my 100th post

     I remember one time in kindergarten talking to some kids in the class, and in true child form all attempting to one up each other. We were talking about how many days we had been alive. Now since we were all about six we all would have been alive for about 2,190 days. This number as a six year old is practically unfathomable. We were all throwing out numbers like 80 because apparently that seemed much more reasonable to us. One kid ventured to say that he has been alive for 100 days. Impossible. I was actually certain that this was impossible. I clearly did not have a very accurate sense of time yet. 100 seemed like such a huge number and really it still does. That is why I am so proud to say that this is my 100th blog post. Impossible your six year old self says? Well it's not.
     This is really my 100th post on this blog!! I am amazed that I have kept up posting every week (shh shh, I know I'm late today). I have loved adventuring through the blog-o-sphere and coming up with posts for each week. Sometimes I know on Monday what I want to post about the next Sunday and I get really excited about writing it, and other times I have no idea and I have to think extra hard. But, that's what has been so fun about keeping this blog. I feel like I have learned a lot about myself, and I suppose anyone who ever reads my blog probably finds out more than they ever need to know haha.

Here's to another 100 posts. 

My sister pointed out that such an occasion deserved balloons. Since I received no real balloons for the occasion, here are some virtual ones. 

We can pretend like this massive balloon release was in my honor. 

peace. love. and 100.