If you know me, you probably know that I've always had a really huge love for history. It seemed like a strange thing to be obsessive about, especially when I was younger, when in 2nd grade I would be BEGGING my teacher to let me show-and-tell my new "Titanic" history book. I always say there was one specific thing that got every person obsessed with history to get into the subject for fun. For me, it was HANDS DOWN the Titanic. I think the fact that I loved the movie, and my aunt had the sheet music that I would sing along with, definitely helped. For a lot of people it is World War 2. Or maybe it's the American Revolution. Or maybe it's something smaller than that, a person. Hellen Keller? Martin Luther King Jr? Whatever it is, whoever it is, it sparks a kind of fascination with people and peoples actions that have incredible consequences on the world that isn't born yet. I started to get really into studying history in middle school. In 6th grade,
I often find myself pondering what life has been like lately, or how my life is now compared to four years ago. The other day I was thinking about my senior year of high school. So many questions loomed over my head that year: "where are you going to college?" "what are you going to study?" "what do you want to do with your life?". And then, of course, there were the more personal ones that I wasn't getting asked, but I was asking myself. Like "what happens if you get to college and hate what you chose to major in? Where will you go next? What will happen with your future? If I got to Eastern Oregon, will I be missing out at the social atmosphere and spirituality of BYU-I?" Eventually, I figured it all out. That summer was one of the best summers of my life! I had so much fun traveling to see family, working with new people, planning my future, buying stuff for my house with Trampis that I was so excited to move into. I also said good