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My graduation pictures were taken here (the first picture)

I turn 20 in March. I can put my papers in for a mission in December. Fall semester may or may not mark my third year of college. Depending on my mission, I may or may not graduate in 2011. If I do serve, I will not graduate until 2012 in the Fall or something. I want to get my Master's degree sometime between 2013 and 2014 in English or Psychology. I want to get my Ph.D or Psy.D. a year later. I want to live within twenty minutes of my brothers Matthew and Jay; at some point a choice might need to be made for this decision.

Soooo... We have six or so weeks left of this semester and I am excited to be done. My schedule has been nuts this semester. Sometimes, looking back, I wonder how I do it. But then, a small voice tells me. I didn't do it. He did.

I'm trying to decide whether to return in the Fall. I will be working over the summer in Moab, Utah at a beautiful place that averages 110 degrees every day. Red Cliffs Lodge is a wonderful, very expensive, hotel. "Housekeeping!" But they pay well and I will be living with my grandparents who everyone is wondering how long they have left...

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