Almost There

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm goin' home! I have some sweet goals, too.

1. Re-learn the flute: I used to play back in Junior High, but I never learned how to read music. Understandably, this made band a fairly unenjoyable experience, magnified by the fact that my teacher hated children. I want to learn how to read/write music, so I figure this is a good place to start.

2. Learn how to play guitar: Next level material, here. So I learn how to read notes and kinda figure out how to play one instrument. Ultimately I want to write music, and it seems like everyone writes either piano or guitar. Guitar seems way easier than piano.

3. Send something to a publisher: I need to figure out what I'm doing with my life. If I want to pursue English, I need to get something out and have an expert or two tell me whether they think I have the potential to make it as an author or not. I mean, my mom like my writing, buuuuuut...

4. Scholarships: I have a sinking feeling BYU won't be so happy to give me a scholarship next year, so I need to write millions and millions of essays until I get money. And possibly grants, too. There aren't as many in the summer, but I'm hoping less people will be trying for them.

5. Learn how to dance and not look like an idiot: When I do Zumba this summer with Sara, I'm going to try to look at myself every once and a while. Maybe some of my hyper-self consciousness will wear off. Ooooor not.

6. Singing with Mom: My mom is an amazing singer. Someday, I want to be able to sing as well as she does. Currently, however, I sound like a warbly little frog. If I have her actually teach me things instead of just critiquing my projection whilst singing in the car, mayhaps I can get better.

7. Read my Book of Mormon EVERY SINGLE DAY: 'Nuff said.

8. Archery: Not going to lie, this is about 40% fueled by the fact that Jennifer Lawrence looks like a total goddess with her bow. Then about 30%  is the fact that Sara is better than me right now. The last 30% is purely me.

9. Fix my dad's motorcyle: I suffer from a major case of bike-envy. I swear, every motorcycle that goes by makes me want to run out onto the road and throw the driver off so I can steal it. I want it sooooooooo bad!!

But first, finals!

As Ever,
Mandi