It's Official

The period of my life I call "college" ended as quietly as it began.

How did it begin again?

Oh yeah. One day in late July, I came home from work and my mom started crying. She had talked to Angie, who said if I wanted to work at SE I'd have to get my application in, because they wanted someone to start August 1st. I did, so I did.
After many phone calls, an interview and even more phone calls, I left Roosevelt with a car-full of clothes and a tank full of gas.

I came home (at least) every other weekend for the next year.

Can you blame me? I was sending off my best friends one by one -

to Missouri, Taiwan, Japan, Russia, Mexico - and having a pretty hard time of it.

Around the beginning of February I realized that I was, quite literally, becoming a hermit. I had no roommates and almost no friends. It was time for a big change.

So I moved in with these girls

and they started me on the path to re-socialization. We studied, ate, played and planned. One thing that I never planned for was this:

I give you the Most Awkward Picture in the History of Mankind. (I can't believe I'm putting it up, really, except that it's so hideous I find it amusing.....) You're welcome.
This was taken the night Slice came to Provo to say good-bye, after he cooked us a delicious meal and we talked on the couch until *ahem* past curfew.
I gave him a sweet letter and some missionary gifts -along with a very awkward hug- and he cried the whole way home.