Completely Honest

I am going to be completely honest and say that I am doing this post for school. I have been HORRIBLE about keeping up with this blog (as in, this is my first post in over almost a year and a half), but I am glad that I am posting right now, even if it is for a school assignment. Because...I'm back in school! It's crazy, because it wasn't really in my plan to start on the BYU Pathways program and then get accepted to Ensign College, where I am working towards a degree in Applied Communications. Yet, here I am! I am currently learning more about Social Media Marketing, and how, surprisingly, blogs are very much still in mode, and can be very useful platforms, just like Facebook, Instagram, etc.

I am very much out of my element in taking the classes that I am in, but I am learning so much, and so quickly, too! It's a direct testament to the fact that the Lord has been blessing me with understanding and comprehension. He even had me pass my math class back during my BYU Pathway days! With top grades, too! I highly encourage those that read this post, to consider taking a greater step toward education, or at least keep learning, because it's amazing.

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