Mostly Marissa: The Word Means No Discount.

Senior year is a weird thing. It's rough. It's fun. It's stressful. It's crazy. It's full of sleepless nights. But I wouldn't have it any other way. There's days when you pull a Rapunzel and just think "when will my life begin?" *cue catchy Disney song tune* and other days where you just stop and say, "how about no, I'm quite alright with not adulting. Let me go build a fort and color and eat mac and cheese and chicken nuggets." That's what senior year has proven to me.

Discount Worthy.

Also, what's with being a senior and getting no discounts? I mean they say senior discount and all, but where's mine?! I've made it through these past several years of school with many scrapes-I'm really good at falling-so...discount yes?

Alright I'm just kidding. I don't see a need to get a discount for being just another high school senior figuring out life as I go. But I can't help but think of one person who never really got that "discount" either.

My Favorite Person.

Yeah. I talk about Him. All. The. Time. But how can I not? He literally gave His life for you and I. And not a thing He did wrong either. Quite literally He lead the perfect life. Spoke ill will of none, blessed and helped those in need. If I could describe His life in one word-which really can't even be done-would be service. But why is it fair that He served others, loved the Saint and sinner, and still didn't receive His "discount" when He suffered for our sins in Gethsemane. That I have had the hardest time coming to a realization of.

It's because He LOVES US. Everyday. Everyone. All. The. Time. Because He knows what it's like to fall and falter. To feel disappointment, ache, and pain. He truly knows. Because He understands what it's like to not get that "discount" we feel we deserve for working so hard and doing the best we can. He gets it. He totally gets it.

Never mind, the sale isn't worth it.

Although times are rough, monotonous, exciting, laughable, enjoyable, crazy, fun, and downright unexpected in their own ways, we don't need a discount. We don't need a discount from senior year, from feeling like we deserve everything in a life that's perfect and hunky dory, we don't even deserve a discount from the Atonement. We all need it. Each and every one of us. The cool thing is, since we don't get that discount, we all know what it's like to live this life at a full price. And so does He.

Mostly Marissa