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In which I summarize my year:

2010 has been a year of firsts...which always makes for an adventure.

First time writing a check (I'm such a grownup!)
First time holding a job while taking classes (and first job not at a swimming pool)
First time getting a flower for Valentine's Day (Thank you, random Cannon Center customers).
First time applying to the Music Education program
First time getting accepted into the Music Education program
First relationship lasting longer than 2 weeks
First kiss
First real breakup
First time getting rejected for a job I applied for
First half-marathon
First time living at home since coming to college
First time attending a non-BYU singles ward
First time being ward organist
First time visiting Washington D.C.
First time going on a date with a co-worker
First time singing with BYU Women's Chorus
First time failing a test
First time getting a B minus in a class (and being deliriously happy with it)
First time introducing a significant other to extended family
First time having someone to kiss at New Year's.

Who knows what firsts 2011 brings. Here are some I'm hoping for:
First triathlon (or first long relay race...Ragnar, anybody?)
First time reading my scriptures at a consistent time every day (2 am doesn't count as a consistent time)
First time cooking food not out of a box on a regular basis
First (and hopefully last) solo recital at BYU
First time visiting Europe

And we'll see what else...bring it on, 2011.

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  1. I'm not sure about some of those, but I know you visited Europe! :)

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