Hellp

Dear Blog,

I’m really pissed off right now.

BYU is great, and I’m learning a lot, but the people here stink.

Not literally, and no, they’re not rude or anything, but they lack originality.

You can basically stereotype anyone here by looking at them for .2 seconds.

“Let me guess, your name is Emily, you’re from Sandy, Utah, you play the piano and have a brother named Matthew. You get most of your clothes from Forever 21, H&M, and/or Gap, you only drink smart water, you enjoy listening to OneRepublic and you just got your hair lightened last week.”

I almost feel bad for stereotyping people, but they always prove to be their stereotype and then I don’t feel bad anymore. 

It just makes me SOOOOOOOOOOO angry. Why don’t these people have any desire to be the least bit different????????? Don’t they want to stand out?

It’s gotten to the point where my respect automatically goes up 500% for anyone who shows the tiniest bit of individuality. 

The thing is, I don’t know what to do about it! I don’t control BYU admissions! I’d love to find people who break the BYU cookie cutter mold, but they’re hiding, and I don’t know where to find them? I feel like I’m going insane. I can’t ever remember anyone’s names because THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME.

I guess all I can do is dye my hair black and dress like a 90s grunge chick. 

I just want to scream.

OH BLOG Pt. 2

Welp.
If I could choose one word to explain the past year, that would be it.
Welp.
Senior year was definitely interesting.
I started recovering from jaw surgery and with a new hair cut. A lot of people didn't recognize me when I first went back to school. It sucked. Everything was awkward, because not only did I have to explain that "No, I am not Isabel's sister, Isabel does not have a sister, I AM Isabel." but I had to say that all with a numb, swollen mouth full of splint. Eugh. Recovery was not fun, but it's over. And I am forever grateful for that.
In the midst of  senior year I strayed so far from my previous high school friends, but I ended up with ones that really truly appreciated me and my dry-as-the-sahara sense of humor. It was probably for the better. Idk man. Junior year I cut so many ties, that I maybe shouldn't have cut? But no one fought to stay in my life except the people who did. And I appreciate them for that.
Senior year, you're supposed to be the top dog right? Welllllll my extracurricular experience was a little ruined. We got new teachers in both the choir and drama department, and they didn't seem to give seniors any seniority cred, but I still managed to have a good time. I'm only a little bit jaded. I made it through high school without scoring a lead role in any school play. Woof.
January of 2015 I learned I had eosinophilic esophagitis, a little known chronic illness. The illness itself isn't so bad, but for me it's symptoms are triggered by sugar and gluten intake. So basically, no happiness in the form of food. It's been 9 months since I found out, and I'm still not very good at limiting my intake of those two things, but I'm trying to make progress. I'm trying real hard.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, it's been a rough year. I didn't really realize how it all added up til now, but I'm looking at it, and it sucks. There's been highlights, I've learned some good lessons along the way, but I'd like a smooth stretch of road for just a little while. It'd be a nice change of scenery.