Learning an Important Lesson

I know it has been a long time since I post. Two things have happened since the last post. One good, and one not so good--so I am going to post them in two different posts.

First, for the not so good.

I didn't get a scholarship.

I found out during fourth hour a few weeks ago and I was devastated. I could not believe it. Luckily I have fifth hour seminary (and a very understanding seminary teacher), a mom who loves me very much, and did not have to work that night (or the next).

As soon fourth hour ended, I ran out to my car crying. I thought that I would get SOMETHING...ANYTHING. But I didn't. So I came home and just sat with my mom and cried. My dad was out of town for work, so us girls decided to do something fun for dinner. We went to the store and got strawberries and whip cream and came home and made strawberry/chocolate pudding parfaits. It was delicious! Even though I was sad, I was counting my blessings for having such a wonderful mother who knows exactly what will make me feel better. :)

So after crying for a while, going through some stages of denial...I got to thinking. Should I go to BYU still? Is it worth the money? Will we be able to pay for college? All of a sudden, my full ride to ASU was looking pretty good.

So I prayed and fasted A LOT...and came up with the conclusion that I need to go to BYU. It wasn't just about getting an education...it is about the experience and getting to start my life over again. I feel that these two things will not be able to happen for me in Arizona. So I am scrimping my pennies together and trying to see the good in all of this.

And if you would like to make a donation to the Amy Shiflett College Fund, I accept cash or checks. :)

Sorry about the depressing post...I promise that the next one will be much more exciting!

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