Freshie Fresh.

I LOVE COLLEGE.
Even though I have to wake up in the wee hours of the morning, I LOVE IT. I have an hour break between my Education class & my piano class (which is so easy that it's not even funny) AND another hour break between Piano & Institute.

Now, Institute. 

I cannot describe to you how amazing Institute is. I am taking the Book of Mormon class with Bro. Allen and that man... he makes the Spirit strike your heart with full force and it's absolutely glorious. My life has truly needed this renewing where I can just feel happy and not judged. I literally feel my Savior's love and the Spirit so strong in there. I've also made SO many friends! Even though every time I walk into the building, I feel as if all the RM's are putting a price on whether I'm marriage material.

Dear RM's,

I'm only 17.

Stop scaring me.

-AubriAnna

This past week has been....interesting. At Chick-fil-A, two parents got into a fight. Literally. She punched him, he punched her, she pushed him (mind you, this is in the play place in front of his, hers and other parent's kids) and his gun fell out of his pocket. He pointed it at her & then put it away.

He had a gun.

**A GUN.**

I was in the kitchen taking out the trash when I heard one of my friends tell his brother (a close friend of mine) to stay in the back. So obviously I'm like "Uh. What?" I then see everyone looking out the door, so obviously, I want to see. I see the 2 parents SCREAMING at each other and then I hear one of my friends say "He has a gun!" Now, I'm freaking out. Brayden is telling me to stay back, Kaylea is crying her face off, Elizabeth is panicking, etc. and all of us are just watching, waiting. I was shaking and praying that no one will be hurt and/or killed. I can't even imagine. I'm thankful for my Heavenly Father protecting us all that day.

No one got hurt and I thank Him everyday for the life I have been blessed with.

I'm thankful for my friends/the normal people at work.

I'm thankful for my parents and my siblings.

I honestly could go on.

But I have a similar "i love life" post.

:)

SO. Today at the good ol' MCC, I went to the on-campus cafe to study for an hour before my Piano class. I sit down and take my books out of my bag. Then, a man with LONG dreadlocks sits in the other chair on the other side of the table and says (with a thick Jamaican accent), "I want to make you my Jamaican Princess!" He gets up, and walks out.

Oh ya know, just another day at MCC.

Getting proposed to, no biggie.

Godspeed :)