i win. no really, i really win.

i walked into my seminary class the first day of senior year and did the usual scope. i was a little disappointed in  the lack of senior boys.. or seniors for that matter. it was full of sophomores. i'm pretty sure i checked the roll about 7 times to be absolutely positive i was in that class. i was. 

so i sat in the back, and rarely talked. i didn't care. i was over it all. i just needed to graduate from seminary and move on with my life. little did i know that there was some sophomore i'd fall head over heels for. 

first semester goes by and nothing really happened. he was this chirpy sophomore who would ALWAYS raise his hand and offer to do the devotional in seminary and i  sat in the back, when i would go. 

the semester ends and i decide that it would be a great idea to take the AP spanish test. half way through the year. eh why not? my counselor made it sound like it was going to be impossible to get into that spanish class that late into the year, but i knew i was in. no prob. but with a spanish class, i needed to switch my seminary class. so i showed up to my seminary class and there he was again. the same sophomore. i walked into spanish and hello, there he was AGAIN. this kid was everywhere. aaaaand it didn't hurt that he was super cute. 

it didn't take long before we started being nice to each other. but being the bad ass senior girl, i never really went to class. mostly because i knew i could get away with literally anything i wanted that year. so i never went. it took even less time before he started to call me out on it. eventually, we started talking a lot more. like all day. until 10:30. and i was never quite sure why, i just assumed sophomores had their bed times.

the rest is really history. he saved me from a million golf fish, kissed my forehead, and held my hand. and here we are, a little over a year and i'm still convinced i won the boyfriend lottery.