It is not Provo that is drab, it is I that is a drab, a bubble, sheltered, small, same ol' same ol' etc. I choose to make Provo this way. To make my life this way. Sister Rhondeau-- you have inspired me to live with the mindset of "there are no shades of gray here".
I choose to make my life exciting. I choose to make it colorful, and I can make it good. Good as in Great. Great as in Fantastic. Fantastic as in Life changing. I am approaching my senior year at Univerisity. What have I become in the 3 (coming on 4) years I have been here? Am I leaving BYU with the mind of a scholar? A better writer, thinker, and person?
BYU's motto: Enter to Learn; Go forth to serve.
What do I have to offer after I leave my haven of scholarly teachings?


