Back to School

No, I'm not going back to school. Nor do I wish that I were going back to school, but I won't lie, I miss the adventure of the first few days. And I desperately want to go back to my Hebrew class. I just checked the schedule. It looks like my favorite Hebrew teacher finally gets to teach the 10am class, but she still has to teach the 8am class. That's the one I was in. I loved it so much that even though I had sworn off 8am classes after my first semester freshman year, I gave in for not one, but BOTH semesters of my 4th year at BYU. And I would do it again. If only I hadn't sold my $90 textbook for lunch money. I only got $19 for it.

And of course, there are the Singers. One more year, and I'm certain I would have been singing with them. It makes my heart ache a little still. I am certain that during my 5 years at BYU I attended at least 400 singers rehearsals. Possibly more like 500. And that's even factoring in my semester in Nauvoo, when obviously I didn't go at all. I arranged my schedule every semester to attend at many rehearsals as possible. It was maybe a slight obsession, but I LOVED them. Hearing their beautiful music was the perfect daily soul food for me. They got me through the best of times, and the worst of times. I miss them dreadfully, and I cannot wait to hear them again. Maybe in a few weeks.

Many of my best friends of those years at BYU have gone "forth to serve". But there are a few still there. It will be a sad day when I actually don't know anyone there. But that may never happen. I'm so glad for the memories that Provo gave me, even when I sometimes wished to be away from it. I hope it's not too long before I return for a visit.