The Fight to Become

   I felt the need to share a special experience I had yesterday. In case anyone was wondering... I work retail. Okay okay hold your gasps til the end. I know. For those of you who haven’t seen the behind the scenes of Retail, it’s crazy. There are a million protocols you have to follow, and if you don’t, they can get you fired right on the spot. It’s interacting with customers from the time you clock in to the last minute right before you leave. It’s putting a smile on your face, even when a customer is not incredibly nice to you. It’s being friendly to people you don’t know, when you’d rather spend your entire shift making sure product is facing the right direction and that the shelves are full.

  

  Retail is hard. It’s one of THE hardest jobs I’ve ever had. The only jobs that can even relate to the hard work I face now, is the time I spent working in the Idaho State Senate, Working as a Junior Counselor for Girls State, and the time I spent working for my grandparents and raising my dairy heifers for Fair Season every year for three years. Those are all different forms of hard work. The most challenging days of my job revolve around the busiest seasons of the year; Black Friday and the Semi-Annual Sales. And yet, I’m still surviving.

Yesterday, I walked into work at 9:30 pm, knowing I wouldn’t leave until 2:30 am. I attempted to keep a smile on my face, considering it was so late, and my recovery process for my ribs makes things like lifting boxes less than enjoyable. When I got my table assignment, I discovered I would be working alone for the first time in my time since I started working there. It gave me a lot of time alone and time to think and meditate, which I tend to do often. While working, I felt like my boss had all her eyes on me every second, afraid I would do something wrong. That kind of took a toll on my self-esteem, and left my brain with less than desirable thoughts at the time.

Since our store doesn’t play music after hours, we either bring headphones, or jam out to the music playing outside of our store in the rest of the mall. As I continue on, trudging through the store, all of a sudden, I hear Fight Song by Rachel Platten playing outside. Not only do I automatically start singing along because of Girls’ State memories, but a smile came to my face in an instant. I was suddenly happier, work went a lot smoother, and I was able to make it through the end of the shift without wanting to cry.

While I was at work, I told one of my friends she could “spam” me, or essentially continue to send me texts, even though I couldn’t answer or see them until I made it back to my apartment. As I’m laying in bed reading them, she sends me the most inspirational thought along with the lyrics to “A Broken Wing” by my favorite country music artist of all time, Martina McBride. Earlier that night, I had shared a very difficult and painful experience I had from this year, and her response had me in tears.

“Kortni, you’ll absolutely SOAR. And I can’t wait for that day. All that negativity in your life made you so much stronger. I noticed, whether you realized it or not, that what this person was telling you made you even more sure of yourself and what you wanted to do, and what you’re supposed to do. Those trials made you sooooo much stronger. No matter what people put you through, even with a broken wing, you still sing. And you fly. To places the haters never even thought possible. But you're proving them wrong every single day. Showing them that you CAN. It’s such an example to me. I love you Kort. Each heartache and glimpse in your life that you give me helps me more than you could ever know.”

Every experience I have had, either good or bad, has brought me to today. Sometimes those less than desirable thoughts are what consumes me, and some of those thoughts have left me with unexplained heartache and painful memories. I have fought with these feelings for close to five years. My happiness and joy from before is slowly starting to return to my being. Just like the song states, “There’s a fire burning in my bones, I still believe. This is my fight song, take back my life, prove I’m alright song.” 

I know that I struggle, I know that I fall short, and I know that sometimes life gets in the way of our dreams. But, I also know that there is always a way out of those hard times, if we are willing to keep climbing the mountains and fight for what we desire most. It definitely isn’t easy, and some days will be harder to get through than others, but I know that if we keep fighting, and keep working to become stronger, we can and will get there. I have felt true strength in ways that are indescribable. If you feel like you need help, help will be waiting around every corner. Sometimes you just have to ask. You have a God who loves you. You are blessed beyond measure.

If I can make it up my mountains and through my never-ending struggles, you can too my friends. You can too. <3

Ps. If you're interested in a fun little flash mob involving the song I've talked about, feel free to watch this. ;) https://www.facebook.com/kortni.wells/videos/vb.100001962672097/1105489852859760/?type=3&theater

Battle of the Dark

So there’s a country song by Big and Rich that talks about telling the devil where to go. Now, I will say that I’m a religious person, and don’t take my religion lightly. I love the life that I lead, and my religion means pretty much everything to me. It’s how I make my hard decisions, and my every day decisions, and the decisions that affect my health and well being on a daily basis. The gospel is a part of who I am, and I am completely different person because of it. I couldn’t even imagine living my life without the gospel serving a purpose, and helping me to be better each and every day.

When you move away from home, suddenly its up to you to determine whether or not you are going to keep living by those values and things that you were taught from a young age under your parents’ wings. I’m not saying I had a perfect childhood. That doesn’t exist. No one is perfect and that’s why we’re here, but I will say that often it can be kind of tough to keep up with everything that is asked of you when suddenly your mom can’t be there to wash the levis you want to wear the next day, and you have to cook your own meals when you come home after a long day of school. My religion helps to keep me in check on a daily basis, and I am given a chance to communicate with a Father in Heaven who loves me and wants only the best for me. I read from the Bible and the Book of Mormon and am free to make my own decisions. When I make mistakes or don’t do the best that I can on a daily basis, I am given (more than one) second chance to improve, to do better, and to say I’m sorry for the things I may have done wrong on any given day.

Given this context, I am not perfect. I don’t always read my scriptures, or say my prayers, or do everything perfectly on any given day. But my Heavenly Father understands that, which is why he willingly gives more than one second chance. He loves me. He wants me to realize the mistakes I have made, and that those choices do have consequences, but he also wants me to know that one mistake or misjudgment is not the end. He lets me know that there are always chances to improve, and each day is a brand new start and beginning. A chance for me to do just a little bit better than the day before.

The other night brings back to my memory a specifically scary and interesting experience I felt like I needed to share. I had watched Once Upon a Time slowly before turning out the lights, saying my prayers and falling asleep. I felt pretty tired, and dozed off pretty soon after. Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke. Whether from a nightmare, or real life nightmare ish type experience, I have no idea. All I remember of the experience is being incredibly scared, I’m in my bed with my blankets doing what blankets do best, by myself and I was surrounded by darkness. It was like Once scenes were coming to life in my room in the middle of the night, and I needed sleep so that I could function for class that coming day. Nothing that I did to calm myself really worked, and I couldn’t scream for fear of waking up my roommates, who had just as busy of schedules as I did, if not busier. I’m pretty sure I screamed in the actual nightmare, because uh, who wouldn’t. The darkness was almost trying to choke me out, and reduce me to nonexistence. I thought to myself a couple of times that if that was the way I would leave this world, then I would know that I had lived a decent life, and that things would be okay.

After a while of my fears not being calmed, I couldn’t help but think that this has to be how the devil gets to those who stop reading their scriptures, and turn away from God for a time, even if they are still going to church like me. Maybe it was a warning for me to get back on track, so that I can help others around me with their struggles and shortcomings. Finally, I convince myself to start humming and singing hymns both loudly and quietly in my head, with my blankets acting as a shield to keep me separated from the darkness. This went on for most of the rest of the night in my subconscious somewhat conscious? Mind and I honestly couldn’t wait to fully wake up and get away from the monsters in my head and in my room. When I awoke that morning, it took me a while to convince myself to open my eyes and to tell myself that I really was okay, nothing was out to get me, and I could go on with the rest of my day in peace. I silently said a prayer of thanks and of strength that morning for protection and for a God that was there to comfort me. I made a silent vow that I would do a better job of reading my scriptures and saying my prayers, so that I would have peace and serenity to follow me wherever I went. It’s only been a couple days, but I can already feel the difference. I was sitting in Institute Choir tonight, when we sang the primary song I am a Child of God. I couldn’t help but smile at remembering those words.

"I am a Child of God, and HE has sent me here. Has given me an earthly home, with parents kind and dear. Lead me, guide me, help me find the way, teach me all that I MUST do, to live with him someday. I am a child of God, and so my needs are great, help me to understand his words, before it grows too late. "

To those who may be struggling, or losing faith, or anything else for that matter, there is a way back. There is a way to truth and light and happiness in this dark and sickening world. In a sense, I pretty much told the devil where to go, and you can too if he has a hold of you much like he had a hold of me. Hang in there. You can dispel the darkness, and you can find the light again. You just have to hold on a little longer, trust in the God who gave you life, and seek him out. He is waiting. He will help you. He will heal your broken heart.

Be STILL

 For those of you who have known me for more than five minutes, you know that I am a busybody. I grew up showing animals through the 4-H Program, attended conferences and summer camps,  completed over 30 record books, participated in clubs in high school, maintained a 3.5 GPA, held several church callings, had seasonal summer jobs, participated in Girls State, the Senate Page program, and have been on the Junior Staff.( with so much more.) Coincidentally, we just had a lesson on the subject of preparing for our temporal needs in Relief Society yesterday.

The title of this post is super near and dear to my heart. In fact this whole post is near and dear to my heart. I have always loved being busy and college life has treated me no different. From club activities and events, to studying hard, going to classes, church callings, and everything that you could imagine in between, add a job to that, and there's almost no time for  anything else. Hence why I am still single and have no boyfriend.

About a month ago, I injured one of my ribs while playing volleyball. It not only gave me breathing problems with my sternum, but I also had back issues as well. I was having a hard time sleeping at night, I had a hard time sitting still during classes/ during church, and could barely climb the stairs to all my classes. After two weeks, I knew something had to be done about it. Being someone who doesn't particularly enjoy hospitals, I really didn't want to follow my dad's advice, which was either go to the emergency room or "just wait it out." I discovered pretty early on in my injury phase that being sick or getting injured in college doesn't really work for anyone. There is always more that needs to be done, that one can't exactly take a break and wait to get better before continuing on with life. Life stops for no man. Or better yet, college stops for no man.

Eventually after two weeks of fighting the pain with nothing getting better, I resorted to modern medicine and took my roommates' advice to go see a chiropractor. The hardest part of living away from home is not having the opportunity to have your mom with you for everything. I had to somehow find a chiropractor in Logan all on my own, make the appointment, find the office, and probably the hardest part of all, be brave enough to actually GO. That took some time, believe it or not. Luckily my wonderful friend Lizzy loves me enough to suffer through the torture and go with me.

 I'll spare you most of the details of what happens at the chiropractor, just because it's painful and I don't really want to recount all the details.(I had never gone to the chiropractor before, just heard stories from my parents who love the chiropractor.)  When I recounted my sad story to my chiropractor, he ended up doing an x-ray on my back just to be sure the slight curvature wasn't scoliosis, or something worse. It was the first x-ray I have ever had that I am aware of , besides my teeth, so that was actually kind of cool. One of the only things I took away from the x-ray was that my right leg is longer than my left, and that it wasn't really anything too serious. (phew!) I also learned that I laugh at my own pain, weird how that works, right?

In this journey I have learned quite a bit from the world of chiropractics, but more importantly how fragile this mortal body of mine really is, regardless of how angelic and superhumanly powerful I think it is. My body really is fragile, and deserves to be protected. If I try to run harder than I have strength, I will cause the bones that are healing to be brittle and break.I will cause more pain than good which is also not smart. My body is a temple, and it needs nourishment, strength, sleep, relaxation, and sometimes pressure applied to it, so that it can come out stronger and complete the tasks that it needs to in its time on this earth.

I remember sitting in church a couple weeks ago, or it could have been institute, and I must have been thinking about my situation, and how weak and hopeless I felt. It kind of got to me a little bit, and the words to one of the hymns we sang that day really hit home. But then I also felt a calm and peaceful feeling that seemed to say, "Be Still." These simple words spoke to me in a powerful way, and I have ceased to forget them since. It has been really easy to get down on myself and be upset with the situation at hand, but I know in the long run I will be blessed. I personally believe it was Heavenly Father trying to teach me to slow down, and to really become more in tune with myself and my spirit. Even though it has been really hard for me to slow down while being forced to relax, I know that is the only way this poor body of mine will heal. I know that if I take the time to heal, I will be able to return to the normal activities I love. I also know that it is okay to slow down every once in a while, and to relax. It will only make me stronger.

Today, I was told by my chiropractor that I should not play volleyball for a while until I am doing a lot better. It was really hard to be told you can't participate in your favorite sport because you need to heal. Before now, I have never let an injury get me down. This time, it kind of has. But I trust in his judgement, and I know that I will be blessed for listening, while also taking the time to heal. It will definitely not be easy, but in the long run, it will be worth it. The same words have again been echoing in my head, "BE STILL."

I'm grateful for this challenge and trial in my life, and for the things that I have learned. I know that it will be a rocky road to recovery, but that I will be stronger and healthier in the time to come. I just need to take time to heal, and to know that Heavenly Father knows what he's doing.

This Is What Dreams Are Made Of

Once upon a time, a girl had a dream. A dream that no one could really see before they got to know her, but once they watched her pen hit paper, they all knew exactly where she was headed and where her dreams would take her. She knew she had to take her passions and run with them, which is exactly what she did. The results are evident in her writing. Just ask her family, the people who inspired her the most.

 Okay, okay, so this sounds a lot like the post I wrote that was actually an essay for a Writer’s Scholarship earlier this year. What I didn’t update the blogging world on, was the fact that I ended up surprisingly winning the contest, and had the opportunity to attend the Idaho Writer’s League Conference, held in Burley with paid admission for a day. Boy was I ecstatic.
I don't even know if that's the right word, but I was so excited, nonetheless, and that's what you need to know.

The nerves hit when I walked into the Burley Inn Convention Center, and moments later heard my name announced to the general assembly of people who simultaneously began staring my direction. YIKES. So this was real life. I entered the room in which authors of all ages were assembled, and had to question if I was in the right room. The butterflies began forming in the pit of my stomach, but I graciously took my seat and tried to focus on what was going on all around me, which was hard I had to admit. I was really nervous. That’s all.

The rest of the day was filled with a keynote speaker, a delicious lunch, and great workshops that left me excited and ready to jump right back into the world of writing, and do even more than I had previously been able to do. There were awards, door prizes, and with the courteous asking of one gentleman in particular, I was asked to read my essay in front of everyone just after lunch. All I can say is thank goodness for 4-H and Ambassador's public speaking skills, for which without, I probably would have melted into non-existence. Luckily there was no fainting. It also felt good to be able to do some public speaking again, which I haven't had to do for a year or so, besides college presentations.
(If you haven't had a chance to read my essay yet, here's the link)! http://aspirationsoftheaverageaggie.blogspot.com/2015/06/writing-its-magical-thing_30.html
It was really cool to have some of the people from the conference approach me and tell me how well my essay was written, or how good of a job I did, and mainly give me encouragement to keep writing. Some even wanted to recruit me to the Writer’s League that day!  I felt really happy, and had so many great experiences from that day that are just amazing, I can’t begin to describe them all. But one I will include happened right after, when one woman motioned me over to her, and automatically began expressing her love for the 4-H Program, which is something I greatly acknowledged in my essay. I went away inspired, and full of love for these strangers I had just met literally less than 24 hours before. It is so amazing to me how people with one common goal can inspire one ordinary nineteen year old girl to become even more involved than she is, and to leave her heart full of joy, and hope, and her mind full of never ending dreams just waiting to come true. One day did all of that and more. It gave her more of a desire to better her community, to reach out to those around her, and to go forth with a strong conviction to accomplish her dreams. If every day of my life were like that, I’m almost positive I wouldn’t ever have any desire to give up on the things I am seeking for most, including my college degree or even my current career path.

I think we all have some of the Idaho Writer’s League in all of us, in different ways. We all have a desire, or hopefully all have a desire, to go out and do something more with our lives than we may currently be able to do. We all have dreams, and sometimes lack ideas or even resources of how to make them a reality. Such is life, it happens, and then we move on and try again. We have our own sounding boards to throw out ideas, to listen to each other, and to give feedback on how to improve. We just have to know how to find them.

You’re going to be beaten down. You’re going to be told that your dreams stink, or you may lack resources or even smarts of how to accomplish those big dreams inside of your head. It’s going to be a work in progress most days. It’s going to take some back tracking and re-evaluation. On a consistent basis. The fact is, if you really want to get there, you’ll get there. This life wasn’t meant to be a piece of cake. (I mean… that would be cool and all, but it’s just not going to be a piece of cake. And plus, cheesecake is better, and no one can deny it. Just saying. ) Keep on going. Keep trying. I have faith in you. You will eventually reach your destinations, and your biggest dreams will come true. Mine are just beginning to come true, but with determination, they are going to. I’ve tried, and I’ve failed, and I’ve dusted myself off. It may not have happened right away, but like I said nothing ever does.

What are you waiting for? Your greatest of dreams are waiting! Go Forth and Accomplish Much! You deserve it!

For the Love of Boise

So, as some of you may know, I was given an opportunity to attend an Idaho Writer's Conference a couple weekends ago, and one of the classes I took was on Effective Composition.(I will be sharing a blog post about this soon!) Literally forty-minutes of the class was a free write where we wrote about something with elements from the class, and applied it in the writing. One prompt, so to speak, was of a place. Now, I could have written about anything really, as I have several places that have made an impact upon my life and bring back a lot of nostalgia, like all the time, or anytime I see pictures. I have already written something on this particular place/experience, but knew that I could improve, so this is what I came up with during the class that I found particularly inspiring. 

The feeling of busy-ness and speed surrounded me at every curve. The traffic whirled past me, and I had to wonder where in the world I was, and how in the world I had gotten there. This unfamiliar yet familiar piece of ground I had arrived on, felt so new and yet held so many amazing memories that I couldn’t help but remember and fantasize over for the future of returning to. Now I was finally back, ready to take on a whole new and exciting experience with nine other people I didn’t know.

The place was buzzing with activity, but yet, seemed so calm and peaceful on the inside, completely opposite from the activity happening on the streets around me. I take a deep breath of fresh air into my lungs and say, “Okay, let’s do this.” Six short weeks later, after my time here is done, I look around me at the intricate designs and details that I haven’t been able to fully look at until now. A smile crosses my face as I recount memory after memory that occurred here. I could barely hold back the tears. As I watch the last of my colleagues enter the elevator doors, I sigh with sadness. I make my way down the long staircase to the car waiting for me. I longingly gaze back towards the big cement building. Amazement surrounds me as I start to wonder, “Will I have the chance to be back in this beautiful town? Will I ever be able to associate with these wonderful people again? Will my heart still feel the same when the memories have faded and time has gone by? What will our reunion be like? When will I ever get a chance to reminisce and come back? What will others remember about the service I was able to render?

So many questions fumble around in my brain as I buckle my seatbelt and I begin driving away. I catch a single tear fall from my cheek, and brush it away. “I’ll be back someday,” I whisper silently into the void. “I won’t forget my time here. I most certainly can’t forget you…”

The laughter that echoed through the walls when Aaron did something funny, Hunter’s beautiful piano skills, the long debates between Jacob and Anna, the screams from the basement when Slender man jumped out from a computer screen, Kaitlyn’s sarcastic comments to clear the air, the smells of food always present in some secret room in the Capitol, Samantha’s protective goldfish face, Hannah’s artistic skills, Jordan’s smile, Allison’s blonde moments learning how to work a microwave. The many tours we had the opportunity of attending, the endless pager beeps of new tasks waiting to be completed, the magical secret entries only opened with special permission, the prohibited sound of candy wrappers opening on the Senate Floor during session. Senators busy at work, passing notes, security guards on high alert, the sound of the gavel hitting the Lieutenant Governor’s pulpit, and everything in between.

I look back on my time spent in Boise as a blessing, not a curse. Not just a full time job, but a rather a self-fulfilling period of my life where I found true joy. I still find myself thinking about the “Good Old Days”, wishing those opportunities could have extended into eternity. To this day I will always hold dear those memories, the tender experiences, and especially the people, in my heart forever.

Such an experience cannot simply be forgotten. Until next time, Boise. 

Spiritual Prompting Saturdays

My best friend. The one boy who continuously holds the coveted key to my heart. Sure, I have other guy friends. They are just as much apart of my crazy life as anyone else.  This one just happened to be the first one to grab the key to uncover what was held inside. (Sounds like an eerie Once Upon a Time episode, but this one isn't as dark, I promise).

I love him AND all his crazy antics. I love him FOR all his crazy antics.

Kaleb and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. Okay... it hasn't been forever, but it feels like it's been forever. Ever since I met Kaleb, I have always enjoyed his company. He is there to listen, give encouragement when necessary and lift me up. He makes me want to be a better person, in every sense of the word. More patient, more understanding, more loving, more calm and everything in between. Our relationship, between the two of us, was nothing short of perfection. . He respected me, he loved me, and treated me like a queen. Like his queen.

After we broke up, I prayed often for him to find peace, for myself to accept the changes, and for peace. I received an impression and my Patriarchal Blessing two months later and the words of that blessing were exactly what I needed to hear. I was impressed to know that I should not give up on him. The exact words of the impression, "He would need me, and I would need him." I have actually had this impression more than once since that time. This impression seems to say, "You don't know everything just yet, but you will soon." You'll see why in a little while.

It doesn't matter how many times I hear the words, "I'm Sorry" or the sleepless nights I clutch the blanket he gave me for Christmas so many years ago. I can't count the times I have heard the words "You deserve better. Keep searching, your prince is out there, or don't give up hope, your happily ever after will come." My mind knows, and thinks logically most of the time, but my heart on the other hand, will not be convinced.

I still love HIM. I love his smile, his charm, his sparkling(yet shy) personality. There's something about him that makes me want to just hang on a little bit longer. Often, I find myself wanting to give up the dating game, and just focus on myself for awhile, and who I want to become. But then, I turn my thoughts around, and the prompting returns. "Don't give up. What you are looking for is literally waiting right around the corner. You just have to get there."  Life isn't always easy. Sometimes I regress, or fall short. But, I'm still learning. I'm still growing. I'm still progressing, and that's all I can ask for.

At the end of last summer, when Kaleb was getting ready to leave on an LDS mission to Canada, I was really worried things would be a lot different between us in two years. It took a lot of convincing to tell me everything was going to be okay, and I wouldn't lose him for good. Two weeks later, he was home on medical leave, right before he was supposed to fly to Canada.  I found out the week before I moved to college, and was devastated. Mostly I was worried for him, but was also sad I wouldn't be able to be support for him and his family. Needless to say, I offer a lot of prayers for him and his family, on a consistent basis. I hold a special place in my heart for them. They mean the world to me. As I face hard challenges, this prompting resurfaces by saying, "Don't give up. Keep going. Just hold on a little bit longer."

I also had an experience today that changed my heart, and gave me a lot of hope. Something that stuck out to me in this morning's session of the LDS General Conference was the desire to forgive those in need of forgiveness. It has been something on my mind for quite a few years, but parts of this amazing concept have been relatively new territory for me. I just watched a Mormon Message called "Lift" that really hit home for me the importance of service and reminded me a lot of my dear friend Kaleb.  Part of Sister Neill F. Marriott's talk was on the condition of our hearts. I felt so much power overcome me, as she said, "You can Let this Go." I knew she was getting direction for me right from the Lord. I might have chuckled a little bit, mainly because I knew I needed to hear those words,  but I know those words were inspired and were most certainly meant for me. Those gentle, sweet words remained with me throughout the day, and haven't left my mind since.

I opened my scriptures right after saying a prayer for the spirit to be with me during this session of General Conference(Saturday Afternoon) and fell upon Alma 11-12 and read two versus in particular with stronger resonation within my heart, and within my soul. The versus were of Chapter 11:44-45. The most powerful phrases that stuck out to me. "Everything shall be restored to its perfect FRAME, they can die no more; their spirits uniting with their bodies, never to be divided. The whole becoming spiritual and immortal."This simple, yet complex scripture brought so much more meaning into my life. I know that Heavenly Father answers prayers, and listens to His children if they come unto Him. I know he listens to the desires of our hearts, even if they are unspoken, just like mine was.

I often question amidst Kaleb's struggles how  he remains so optimistic and hopeful, with so much opposition that he faces on a daily basis.. He is a spiritual giant in my eyes. He lives on continuously in perfect faith. God gave him to me for a reason, and eventually by following those sweet promptings, I will come to know of His place in my life. It may require patience and faith, but it will be worth the wait. I just have to "hold on a little bit longer."

Girls' State-Isms

                                                   

                                          

Now, for those of you out there who have participated in Girls or Boys State, mainly in Idaho, you will know that there is some pretty funny things that go on. Weird conversations, crazy inside jokes that only you and your city will get, and things you can't explain outside of Girls State, because let's face it: What goes on at Girl's State is supposed to stay there! But here are some funny Girls State-Isms that are share-worthy! Enjoy and share with friends, they are pretty darn hilarious! 

·         BELIEVE THE BEST (about the girls, about each other) 

     Oh so precious!

     Teamwork makes the dream work!

    "Happiness is absolutely a choice!"- Senator Abby Lee

    #idgirlsstate

    You do you boo boo!- Governor Janice

   Kristin Baaatsel (What happens when Kristin and Amanda are up til 5 am!)

   Happy people make other people happy.

   #elephantdependant

   I'm an independant woman who only needs her elephant- Adrean

   Try a little harder to be a little better!- Senator Abby Lee

   how can you look at a pineapple and not be happy? Gov. Elect Zoe Esplin

  You remind me of an otter...

  Why's that Tess? 

  Because otters are adorable and so are you! 

  Carol's like a sweetie pie. She's a pineapple. Sweet and Juicy on the inside."-           Kitanna 

 #ohmyflowercrown

 Even when I don't wear a flowercrown, I'm always wearing a flower crown. -  Governor Janice

"I would rather you be a Governor than a First Lady."- Lori Otter 

You're FIRED!- Tess

 You are literally my life saver!- Tess, Krystal

Does this mean I get my job back? 

I think I'm gonna go change now...(Kortni) Go change your personality!- Tess

Don't break the copy machine. He's sensitive!- Erin Bennett

Check your ego at the door.

A little bit of laughter makes you live longer!

It's like riding a bike. you just gotta get on the bike. -Adrean

Enthusiasm is the bomb.

That's what you call being adaptable! (Adrean after not having enough pins at Inaugaration)

Nuggets! We need more nuggets! -Kristin, Jana, Krystal, Suze, Kitanna

I've Got my tight pants on!- Adrean, Alicia

The most quotable movie- I Married An Axe Murderer. No seriously, look it up on Netflix!- Adrean

Call ME! Netflix me! Spotify me!- Tess

Call me beep me if you wanna reach me!

I eat justice for breakfast!- Trinitie Smith

Everything will be okay in the end, if it isn't okay it isn't the end.

You knock like a door mouse!- Emily Hathaway

Women are a lot like crawdads...

Experience a heck out of a ton of stuff!

look for ridiculous in everything and you will find it!- mallory wise

God does not run Girls' State, but he does walk the halls.- Emily, Amanda Erickson

Pop Quiz: Which Senator is Hailey Ray?- Governor Janice

Don't lie to yourself! Own It! 

This is called how many Junior Staff can we fit at one table!

You guys look like zombies!- Sr. Staff

You turn into the 5 people you hang out with.- Adrean

We don't talk about the magic stapler!- Erin Bennett

Don't let your dreams be dreams. -Shia leBouf, Gov. Janice, Sen. Hailey, Sen. Rachael

JUST DO IT!

As Iron Sharpens Iron, so One Person Sharpens Another

Dangerous!- City 3 

You are a precious, priceless gem.- Amanda Erickson

For God and Country.

Kate and Sarah(City 8) put panty hose over their faces and hid in the bathroom to scare people. 

Mustache fingers...It's totally a thing!- Krystal

Jana's wildly inappropriate airplane mode screen- Krystal

#classiccarol- kitanna and Emily 

kitanna starting random dance parties- Emily

check yoself before you wreck yoself!

#dreamteam

#smeary(teary and smiling)- krystal

#sleepisfortheweak #sleepforaweek

#idgirlsstate is a lifestyle- Tess

#deepdeepkidneylove  #deepkidneyspleenlove

Roz and her leotard for the talent show

"And we won't mention our nights without sleep, Girl's State just happens to be one of our favorite things."

#sleepystaffsleepovers

Danica getting hypnotized by Gov. Janice

#stayclassygirlsstaters #stayclassysyringa

#thankyounotes

Freak Alley-Downtown Boise-piehole Pizza-There She goes

#beoptimists

"it was worth every lick."- Lianne Kubs, Jessica Wauer (eating leftover cupcake frosting right before bed)

hashtag ditto- Kristin

hey staff, we will survive- Shannon

ooo ooo- Shannon

because #icecream

Arizona modeling her spilt water while I teach Kelsey? Instagram

#twinners I knew we were friends for a reason!- Krystal

#icecreamoverdose- Abbie

Kristin falling off her chair during lunch or dinner

laughing crazily

synchronized clapping

If you want to be a dirk about it- Gov. JNICE

Ball is no longer life, Sonic Slushies are!

Flirting with the Sonic delivery boy, he was super cute...(hailey)

I need a veto stamp like this!

Hot mess of giggling, sleep deprivation, and coffee runs.- Janice

Struggle bus hit me like a train-Kortni

Senator Storytime- Senator Rachael

Carol's crazy costumes

Pitch perfect quotes

Thank you girls state stairs for making me decide between an awkward jog or the clumsy two-step. -kaidan kelsey

it's a tidbit nibbly today- Bailee Quinn

Sunshine hat for weather- Bailee Quinn

Taylor Ivie's date stories!- Abbie

Taylor's crazy eyes :)

crazy city ordinances-

    City 9: Spaghetti! Everytime they saw boys on campus they yelled spaghetti and then had to take a selfie with them.- Janessa Tolman

Deep down kidney love-Amanda Kleffner

Jana's twerk dance things

YAAAAAS- Rachael, Suze, Emily, Jana, Kristin

Please Please Please read the parli pro booklet thing!- Adrean

#rabies

We need to grow up and learn how to kill our own spiders, man!- Ashli Young

Are you living your resume or your eulogy?- Jessica flynn

3 words- Swass, swotch, swoobs- Taylor Rush

Adrean comparing the tech guys to cookies- Shelby Stoor

That's nice. That's a nice ice cream cone.- mikayla parkinson, Stephanie Jones

Catrice Ratford and Alaire Hill got locked out of their dorm building and had to        go around knocking on windows trying to find someone in their room to let them         back in on the first day.

mattress surfing Girls State Style

Getting heat stroke by getting lost, not being well enough to run for state office. (Kortni)

Jenna Anderst and black cats! 

leaders drink liters.

Who run the world? girls!

Hailey Ray's dance moves and her laugh 

Don't be Salty! 

Ewh!- Jana, Kristin, Krystal, Emily, Kitanna

Amanda's snort laugh, Emily's snort laugh

"Of course we're passing notes in Senate about the bills and how they could be better... not." Bailee Quinn

Tess choking on a tater tot.

Might I refer you to the risk management policy?- ALL Staff 
The world has its own limitations. Be your own kind of character. 

Feel free to send more!!! I hope you guys enjoyed this flashback to Girls' State! I know I did!