Saturday, December 31, 2016

semester update: 97th ward

High up on my list of New Year's goals is to be more involved in my ward. I was doing so GOOD last year, maybe it was the calling, maybe it was the fact that I had a less demanding schedule, maybe it was the fact that I was out of town for so many activities. Either way, I was in the ward, but not of the ward (cheeseball-y I know, sue me). 

I almost moved away. I had told myself that I would move away if I found an opening in a particular complex. Literally a month or so before school started, I got a text from an old friend asking if I wanted to live with her in said complex. I went with it, but we never heard back from the landlord, so... I didn't move. I'm still trying to figure out why I'm back. It's been the ever pressing question this semester. 

Like I said, I wasn't the best at going to ward things, but repentance is real, right? That being said, here's a photos of the few (very few) ward related things I did do. 

Yes, friends. I was a cactus. I'm committed to this whole Latina-inspired costumes theme I've got going on. Plus, my costume cost me MAYBE $25, and that might be a overestimate. 
^^One of the few Roommate photos from this semester, and yes, I had to pose with my hands like that in every picture. 

Okay, so technically the BYU Lu'au isn't a ward activity, but the 97th ward had four representatives performing, so I'm going to count it!
^^Vaitiare, Me, and Jennie carpooled to practices together, and kept each other sane while trying to make our hip-bands. 
^^Former roommates. :)

When Tommaso met Thomas (One day I'll have to post about how most of the influential priesthood leaders in my young adult life have had some form of the name 'Thomas' as their first name)

Let me tell you, Heavenly Father knew what he was doing when he called me to be Relief Society President last year. There is NO WAY I could have managed that responsibility well this year. Instead, this year I was called as 'Sabbath Day Co-Chair.' I'm still trying to figure out what exactly that means, but part of what I do is put together firesides for our ward. 

I may or may not have used my calling to make my re-living the mission dreams come true. I invited President & Sister Crawford to come speak on living a "purpose driven life" and of course semi-sabotaged the musical numbers (savior redeemer of my soul + ye elders of Israel) plus made Sister Crawford's Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Muffins as refreshments. 

It was, "a good time had by all."


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