Drive down memory canyon

This past Friday I drove up to Utah State to turn in my last assignment EVER and to attend the closing seminar for Secondary Education. I have driven this route SO MANY times I could do it blindfolded. While we're on that subject there are many late nights I drove back and seriously think I fell asleep at the wheel. Good thing someone was looking out for me.

As I drove through the beautiful green canyon my mind was flooded with all of my memories at Utah State. I loved it up there and am so proud to be an Aggie!!

The other day I was grocery shopping in Provo at Smith's in my Utah State Game Day shirt. As I was checking out my groceries, a girl behind me asked if I went there and if I liked it. I quickly answered with a "YES!". I answered a few of her questions and I hope I helped.

After this I thought for a bit about my answer not because I didn't agree with my answer but I thought about why I loved my 'college experience' so much. For me this experience wasn't about getting straight A's (good thing, I CLEARLY did not), pulling all nighters, or having your second home being the library (although for me it was, I worked there and LOVED it). It is not about your major, True Aggie Nights, what sorority you were in, if you were at the bonfire on Saturday, or the slip in slide you had in your apartment. It didn't matter that we had the worst football team in the nation or that we had a WAC champion basketball team. It wasn't about the fun restaurants in Logan like Old Grist Mill, Cafe Sabor, Charlies, Logan Burgers and Subs, Juniper Take-Out or many others. It wasn't about all the dates I did or did not have on Friday night. Of if I was invited to the 'cool kids' party or not, or the days I fell asleep on the quad.

My college experience was not about having all of these experiences, but the person I am because of them. Thanks to every roommate I had ( I counted them up, I had over 35 or them, thanks Kappa Delta Sorority house!), every class I attended, all the professors that tried to help me, all the late nights spent talking and eating. I wouldn't trade in a minute of it!