My last final (which, if you haven't heard already, I got 100% on- no lies!) was on May 4th. Because I don't love my school, I decided to skip out on walking at the ceremony, and Dad, The Cousin, and I drove up to Provo instead (Mom flew up and met us later in the day) on the 6th. After dropping The Cousin off with The Sister, Dad and I proceeded to drive to Thanksgiving Point for the Tulip Festival. This Tulip Festival had two things that the last Tulip Festival I went to didn't have: more flowers and more people.