C'MON, CECIL

You know, I love my school. I really do.



Sometimes.




Except at 11:30 on Tuesdays.

{A depiction of the wasteland of the Cougareat during devotional.}

I mean, where is a girl supposed to get some food? Honestly.
C'mon Cecil.  Let's enact some change here.

FIRST DAY OF WINTER SEMESTER

goes like this:

10:00 class--canceled by professor

12:00 class--canceled by professor

1:30 class--Political Science 100 professor explains his bias against us "American Heritage Refugees" since the majority of the class enrolled in order to wimp out of the university GE requirement. 

I'd say the semester is going pretty well so far.

THE TRUTH

came out this weekend.

I am dating a Ute Fan.  
And I don't know how I feel about it.

I mean, yes, I knew his family went to U of U, that they cheered for their football team..but he is a BYU student. (And, apparently, a traitor.)

At least in my book he is.

Mostly, I am just shocked....

...that I would ever let myself do this
.....that it went under the radar for so long
.......that there actually IS a Ute Fan out there with some class....

{On the last one, I jest all in good fun. :) }




I feel like...I feel like....ummm.....

I feel like I just found out 

that my favorite love song 

was written about a sandwich.

{From the movie 27 Dresses}

STRIVE FOR MEDIOCRITY

Test scores are not a good indicator of what I have learned,

I believe.

I argue that the 25-question-multiple-choice-test is not a good sample size of the complete knowledge that is stored in my brain.

So

I settle for mediocrity.  C's and D's baby. C's and D's.... Because apparently, I will never win against my professors

Knowing that only myself can fully comprehend how much wisdom I have gained in the course.

Hmph.

FAIL/WIN

8:00

EXPECTATION: Woke up at 7:00 a.m. and skipped breakfast in order to turn in my homework before class started at 8:00.

REALITY: My hair looked great, but I missed the first half of the 3 minute pop quiz in class. That's ok--not like I knew how to solve the problem anyways...

Fail.

9:00

EXPECTATION: I understood all that was presented in the math review for my physics class.

REALITY: I forgot my iClicker, thus forfeiting another quiz score, when I actually knew the answers this time.

Fail.

10:00

EXPECTATION: Well, following the pattern of my morning, not much.

REALITY:  Answered the multi-step matrix problem (with no algebra errors in over 12 steps!!) on the board in front of the whole class. And got a compliment from my professor.

Fail.

WIN!

{Glad you showed up today, Luck. You slept in on me.}

"OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING"

So, I have been seeing a lot of sunrises lately.  Yes, this means I have been awake early in the morning. But, I rather enjoy it.  Unlike most people... I am a morning person.

Maybe it is because sunrises are far better than sunsets.  

Maybe it is because I love fresh starts.

But there is nothing more pleasing than seeing the sun pop up from behind the mountains...

So here I dedicate this post to a fresh start.

to a new school year.

to a new apartment.

to new roommates.

to a new ward.

to being single once again.

to a new morning.

These are the opening lines in Chapter 3 of my life.

"Oh what a beautiful morning....everything's going my way"

AN EPIC WEEKEND OF SORTS

So it was a crazy weekend.

I 

1. set a world record

2. crashed into a tree on a mountain bike

&

3. performed with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.

Story #1: BYU basically maneuvered its way into the Guinness Book of World Records by having the largest waterballoon fight.  

I was fully a part of this...

Me, Halie, Karen, and Jordan SOAKING WET

I have never seen so many water balloons in the air at one time. INSANE!!

Story #2: Basically, Jordan's family went mountain biking on a somewhat intermediate to advanced trail. His dad thought I could do it, so did his brothers. I didn't believe them, to tell the truth. Then Jordan stood there with his hands on his hips, smiling at me, with those melt-your-heart-chocolate-brown-eyes just sparkling and told me I would be just fine.

My reaction to his cute persuasion tactic: "Why of course I will go mountain biking with you, Jordan! I would love to ruin my shoulder and get dirt-road rash on my elbows! As long as I am doing it with you!"

{Ok, I didn't really say that, but that was practically my irrational train of thought.}

Story #3: Yes, it was my first broadcast of Music and the Spoken Word with the Orchestra at Temple Square.  We accompanied MoTab and Igor Gruppman on his violin.  I don't have a picture of this, I am sorry.  Just imagine beautiful music :)  

It was a dream come true.  [And yes, I did play with a screwed up shoulder.] Don't worry, Jordan brought me ibuprofen which he handed off to me in the underground parking lot of the Conference Center.  We looked like drug dealers.