When third place is better than first

Remember when this happened last year?

Yeah, it was a pretty neat experience. 

This year I decided to enter the Brimhall Essay Contest again, because--why not? 

This year's theme was "Take Flight," and I wrote about Janie Thompson, who was the founder of BYU's Young Ambassadors and Living Legends programs. She was an incredible woman who magnified her talents and learned to replace faith with fear. Spunky Mormon women never cease to amaze and inspire me. 

Anyway. I didn't win this year. And that was perfectly fine with me. (Honestly, I think it would have been a little weird if I had won again . . . it would have been like, "Oh hai, guys. It's me again.") 

But I did get 3rd place. Which was perfect. Because it meant that I could watch the Homecoming Opening ceremonies with my dad and I didn't have to worry about speaking in front of the entire school. Instead, I got to enjoy listening to the winning essay and remember all of the emotion from last year. 

 Remember that time I can't take selfies? I'm still learning, people. Also, Dad for the win with his BYU-themed tie. 

Also, I got a free lunch and got to meet President Worthen. So, you know. Life is good.