It's been months since my last post. Blogging here has become simultaneously tedious and risky, so I haven't seen much of the appeal behind it.
However, on recommendation from a friend who has always believed in my ability to "pioneer," I've decided to share a little about my life lately.
Some of you noticed that I wrote a blog post about the BYU-Idaho Student Honor Office a few months ago. I decided to delete the post because I felt it was insensitive and petty. I've rewritten it, but I can't decide if I'll post it. Time will tell, I suppose.
The long and short of that first deleted post was this: In May of this year, I was suspended from BYU-Idaho until April 2015, when I can apply to attend school in April 2016. Effectively, I was removed from the school for nearly two years. I acknowledge my wrongdoing in being suspended, but I felt somewhat wronged by the school, that justice had been served with exactness and severity, but no mercy was extended. I could write a book filled with the negative feelings I had (and still have), but my message tonight is a different one.
