Funny how things work out sometimes. By 2012 you thought most of your friends, including yourself, would be married. Long married, in fact. You thought you would wait for your high school boyfriend and marry him. You thought you'd graduate from BYU in Speech Pathology and buy a house in Daybreak and have a pet beagle. You listened to Tilly and the Wall nonstop, wore fake glasses almost every day, and showed your feelings for things in pie charts (including feelings for boys on the football team, who you thought you wouldn't ever see after high school).
Now it's January 2012. You are twenty one. You are as single as they come; not to say you haven't gotten your feet wet in the whole dating game. You've liked someone so much it brought you to tears (Which embarrassed you at the time but then realized that really is kinda cool), you've liked someone 9 years older than you, and you've kissed someone you didn't like (facepalm). You don't really feel ready for marriage and haven't yet met the guy you're going to fall head over heels for. You are graduating from Therapeutic Recreation - a major that gets a lot of "Really? You are going to school for THAT?" or "You don't have a REAL major", but you are so happy and take classes with delightful people. You are best friends with some of the cutest boys in the world, including boys who in high school you thought were way too cool for you. You still write the cute football team boys while they're on their missions. And guess what? You're going on a mission too.
Funny how things work out sometimes, huh?
PS. Sorry though, bad news. You still look exactly the same and people think you're in high school still. Eh, you win some you lose some.