Too Nice?

So- it has been awhile so I'll just do an update on college life. Only a few more weeks until I will be boarding a plane back home and saying good bye to all my amazing guy friends that will be leaving for missions across the globe for two years. It's going to be really hard. Because of this short time, however, I have been spending even more time with "my boys" at Whitney. When people are gone, if I'm bored, I will hang out with other people. I did this the other night with a guy I was getting to know. This ended in him trying to move really fast and me getting creeped out. Not very good. I would have been ok except, he keeps wanting to hang out but, I'm not comfortable with that but, am too nice to lie or say something mean. I have just been continually digging a hole for myself. Last night, I almost completely got myself into trouble but, luckily, friends at Whitney pays off. One guy, an amazing friend I have made this semester, said he would help me out if needs be. Luckily, nothing happened but, it's better to be prepared than not, right? This has made me think more about the fact that I am leaving and will not see these amazing young men for two years. Who will I go to for boy advice? Who can be my secret body guards when I am scared? That is something I do not know right now. I do know, I would not exchange any of "my boys" for another. They have been the greatest help to me this semester and I know their friendships have helped me grow into who I am today.

On another note, my efy councilor from this summer suffered from an accident and is paralyzed right now. She, however, has been super optimistic and in every picture she is smiling as large as ever. It's hard to believe it is true but, her faith and strong will power have really touched me. It makes me realize that complaining is really not worth it. My life is great and will continue to get better.

Another thing that made me count my blessings- for Women's Chorus, we had a passover meal and at one part they have you dip your finger in Horseradish and then, put it on the unleavened bread to symbolize repentance. I have realized that the repentance process is an amazing thing. I could not imagine if we had to eat horseradish every time we sinned. I would die! Probably would never sin again, however. I could feel it all the way up into my nose. It was a very strange feeling. I think I'll just have to think of horseradish if I am tempted! :P