My older brother, David, graduated from BYU-Idaho recently, and I couldn’t be more proud of him. School seems to be a never ending saga for a lot of people, and it was great to see my brother finally check college graduate off his list of accomplishments. He graduated in communications with an emphasis in journalism, same as me. Ever since I was young I remember my brother always writing and creating, and I am sure he will continue to do great things in whatever he chooses to do from here. Melanie and I were lucky enough to get time off work to come attend the graduation ceremonies at BYU-Idaho. The weird thing for me was being back at BYU-Idaho after a long hiatus. My first two semesters of college were spent at BYU-Idaho, and I actually really enjoyed my time there. However, at the same time I was equally as happy not to return there after my mission. BYU-I was a great place to make friends and start your college experience, but something about the overly strict rules really bothered me. I had several run-ins with their infamous honor code. Not once, but twice was I threatened expulsion while sitting in administrators offices. Somehow I still got into regular BYU after my mission, and I never once got in trouble or was even reprimanded. In fact I became a resident assistant in the dorms, and loved every minute of it. Had I changed? Hardly, the thing that changed was sumply this. BYU, unlike BYU- Idaho, is not strangely focused on the self righteous implementation of irrelevant regulations upon its student body. On returning to BYU-Idaho for my brothers graduation it was pretty apparent that the school as a whole is still very hard at work wagging their finger with one hand while patting themselves on the back with the other.
Beyond the graduation ceremonies, and my own personal trip down memory lane, it was awesome to spend time with my family. Rarely do all members of the McGrath (now McGrath, Martenson, Dietz &Orchard) family reside in the same city let alone the same room these days, but that weekend was the exception. My Dad came all the way from Germany, my Mom and two older sisters drove over from Boise, and Melanie and I came up from Utah. Being all together like that is always fun, and it is interesting to see all of us grown up, with some of us even having kids of their own. On a similar note it is just as interesting to see how we are all still the same. It usually only takes about a day for each person's personality and personal annoyances to resurface, as if we were still all kids on a road trip. Somethings never seem to change no matter how much my family grows and gets older.
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