I honestly believe that no experience is wasted. Sure, some of them are harder, funner, or easier to go through than others, but at the end of it all, we all come out as a better, more learned version of ourselves. I thought tonight, for a brief, glistening moment that I wished I could start this school year over again...start BYU over again...start high school...start a lot of things. How much better would my life really be if I could go back knowing what I know now? It's funny, but everything, both bad and good, that I've gone through in life has taught me a lesson, a lesson I probably couldn't have learned in any other way. Thomas Eddison once said, after several hundred failed attempts at creating the light bulb, that he had not considered his endeavors as faliures, but that he had merely learned several hundred ways NOT to make a light bulb. Well, I think I've almost caught up to Eddison's numbers of how not to do certain things: How not to confront someone you still want to be your friend in the end, how not to share secrets, how not to take for granted the small, simple, beautiful things of life. I may have allready ruined one of those small and simple beauties this year--the beauty of a new friendship. With catty, selfish pride I ended everything merely with the tone of my voice in answering a question. I wonder how I let myself do things like that, how those things just happen and before you know it, you're sitting on your couch alone watching reruns of "Flava of Love." It's just pathetic. I really should consider getting an editing chip for my mouth. And even though this friendship, or relationship, or whatever you want to categorize it as probably wouldn't have worked out, the thing that gets me is the fact that there is someone in this world thinking badly of me. I'm tarnished to them. So we'll just add that to my "How NOT to..." list.