If my Tommy Baby isn't tired of his homework (which I know he is, but I think sometimes he likes it, and I don't blame him), I'm tired and bored of it for him.
We are both very grateful his appeal for extension was approved and that he'll be graduating in December. However, after that, he'll be doing a MAcc program, and not here in Hawaii. (He can't get a scholarship from UH- they're a bit stingy, I guess, so he's planning on applying to other schools that he thinks he can.) Which only means...MORE HOMEWORK! Ahhhhh! And eventually, I wouldn't be surprised one bit if he gets his PhD.
I think that maybe probably I am just either:
A) not supportive enough,
B) too impatient,
C) too selfish, or
D) all of those.
I hope not. He says I'm supportive. I don't feel like that. I just feel like I want to complain about his homework all the time and throw it out the window sometimes. I want him to get those degrees. Education is really important to me...(that's obvious, as I'm a teacher). And actually, I want to get at least my Masters degree. I don't think that I want to do an online program, and I want to do something educationally related (duh), but I really think that I want to study Educational Psychology. Those two words are my two main interests, and I love that subject. The problem is- actually, there are two: WHEN? and WHERE? Not a lot of schools offer that, and depending on where my groom studies for his Masters, I will have to wait. Plus, I will have to wait because I don't think that we can both go to school at the same time. Although that may possibly be ideal (I don't know, I graduated before we got married, so I've never been in that situation of both spouses going to school at the same time), I don't think it will be financially doable.
So, we'll see.
Meanwhile, I am a displaced teacher, which means as of now, my school has no room for me next year. So I don't know where I'm going to be. And I really hope I find out soon. I was bummed because the two places (much closer to home) I applied to didn't take me. One hired someone without interviewing me, the other interviewed me but never called me back. I think it was a long day for both of us, I felt like the interview was a little rushed, and I really could have interviewed a lot better. Frustrating, because I feel like I would be a perfect fit, but oh well. Something will work out. (I'm supposed to be placed before anyone starts hiring new employees. I better get SOMETHING!!! I've worked so hard to be where I am now, and I really don't want to lose it. Oh well if I do, I guess I'll be moving, anyway...)
As a random side note, it's actually pretty fun being married to someone who doesn't speak my first language. When this little someone gets tired and saying stuff that doesn't make much sense, sometimes it's in Cantonese and if I remember, I get a translation later, and these things are funny. For example, yesterday he asked me if I was taking that little bowl of "fighter jets" for my lunch. (Translated from Cantonese.) He was actually talking about a bowl of soup. So today, I ate a bowl of little fighter jets (which spilled all over- I don't know if it was me or the container- it was Campbell's soup at hand in a bowl, which I have never tried. Probably a combination of me and the bowl- I think it's filled up a little too much.)
Anyway...welcome to my brain, where my thoughts jump all over the place.
Happy Friday (a few hours early, for me anyway)!!!
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Thursday, April 24, 2014
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Life, Creepy Crawlies, Cars, Easter
(Okay, I know this post is really random. That's how my brain works. And I had a lot of catching-up to do, so I did it in one post.)
This past week, Tommy has had school off. It's been really nice, even though I had work. We got to do a lot together after I finished work. He starts school again tomorrow.
I have 6 more weeks of teaching left of the school year. (This means only 5 more weeks of planning! WOOHOO!)
He has 7 weeks of Summer A (the summer semester is cut in half with a 5 week break in the middle).
Plus 2 more weeks of an extra SAP class his professor voluntarily teaches (I think unpaid) to help students get SAP certified. 2 weeks of 8 AM to 8 PM.
9 weeks of school. Hard weeks. Busy weeks. Crazy weeks.
I'm so scared. When he's in school and super busy, life is more than just a little hard for the both of us. At least he got a week to relax to the max.
The next week, we head to Hong Kong for just under 2 weeks. I'm really excited to go.
Tommy got his extension approved the 2nd time around, thanks to help from many faculty and professors on campus. (He started school before the 9 semester rule, so he's in that middle group who was applied the rule, but sometimes have a hard time finishing.) He is double majoring, which isn't grounds for staying another semester, so basically he had to talk about why those classes would help him in his future career. We are just really grateful his appeal (actually, re-appeal) was accepted, and he can graduate in December.
A few minutes ago, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. At first, I thought it was a cockroach. But as I stared at this creature that seems to somehow blend in with the carpet (perhaps the texture), I realized it's a spider. I do not know what kind, but perhaps it's the one that laid egg sacs on our ceiling. I have been staring at it. And it just moved again. I don't usually mind spiders, but this one seems a little creepy to me.
...
Okay, that was an ugly one. After I checked out what it was (and it was bigger than I thought), it crawled away, and across the door. So I opened the door up in attempt to help it go outside. It crawled around and ended up on the cement by the door. So I then opened up the screen, and out it went. I think it did not exactly want to be around me, either. Good bye, spider. I'm glad I did not kill you and that you are outside where you belong. Please don't go into someone else's house, or back into mine. Some people aren't as nice to me.
Speaking of these things, there was a grasshopper head in my dim sum yesterday. I cut it in half to share with Tommy. When I picked up my portion, there was something that fell out. I ate my dim sum, while staring at this thing. I couldn't help but think it looked like a grasshopper head, but that it was probably part of the veggies inside. I really wasn't sure. I picked it up to show Tommy, and then it shot out of my chopsticks and landed by his plate. Then he picked it up and I told him what it reminded me of. He looked at it, and said it was. Frankie and Felicia, who are from Malaysia, were with us, and said it happens quite often there. That was a first for Tommy, who has only seen it in movies/TV shows. It was also a first for me. He called over the waiter and told them. They crossed that off of our bill and also gave us free egg tarts.
I had eaten that piece, and I don't think the body was inside, but it's still a little gross to think that the head was touching stuff that I ate. I tried to tell myself that it was okay since I once voluntarily ate a mealworm in a Bio Lab class in Idaho. (It was fried, salted, and for extra credit. So I did it.) But I think they are a little different. And also, I did it voluntarily, for something.
In my last post, I talked about not going anywhere for Christmas. My dad had a bunch of extra sky miles that he ended up using for plane tickets for us. (I think both of my parents really wanted us there.) It was fun, and I can't believe it's already Easter! I love Easter. I love what it represents and reminds us of. Anyway, 4 months have passed already. January...February...March...and now April is closer to being finished than it is to beginning.
Stacy left on Wednesday morning. She's transferring to Provo. I don't know who I am going to play with this summer. It makes me a little sad she's gone. In some ways it's good, but in a lot of ways, it's just sad. I'm happy for her, though. Getting her to the airport was crazy. She had a ride, but then that person's car broke down and couldn't take her. Tommy came to town that day to get his computer looked at and met up with me after work. We went to Wal-Mart, and then we went to a movie. We BARELY missed the bus after our movie, I think. So we had to wait a really long time and we got home at 10:00 PM. Stacy still had no ride. But a little while later, our neighbor came and offered to let us borrow their car since he had to work. I had to be to work, and Tommy didn't feel comfortable driving, so he went along in the car, but got someone else to drive her. (I rode the bus, because I felt uncomfortable with the possibility of traffic and being late. Especially since we were taking a field trip that day to the Bishop Museum.) I also felt bad, because Stacy had been locked out of our apartment, with no phone, after having gone to the beach. She called me during the movie from a friend's phone, and I didn't answer, but the second time, I knew what had happened, I left, and I called her back. I ended up calling an RA to come open the door. Everything turned out okay, but that poor girl had a hard day and a run for her money.
This story illustrates why I would like to get a car now, because I am tired of these kinds of things happening. Also, I want Tommy especially (but also me) to enjoy the island before we have to go. I don't know when he's going to start grad school, but he's not applying to UH because he cannot get a scholarship there, so it costs too much money. I'm a little sad about that. It's really hard to think about leaving. So I want to make the most of the rest of the time we have, and the bus doesn't go everywhere, and takes a lot of time.
Well, I think I hit the bulk of it. Today, we ended up joining another ward for Sacrament Meeting because the building where we meet was having its floors redone. It was a last minute notice, so we only had Sacrament Meeting, and then went home (the other ward continued everything, but we would have been too much for them to handle). It was funny, because I was supposed to play the piano for Sacrament today, and teach a lesson in Relief Society. I didn't end up needing to do either. I tried to not get annoyed about it, since I had put in a lot of extra preparation, which could have been used for other things. So I prayed that I wouldn't have a bad attitude about it. I ended up telling myself that it was okay because I learned more than I would have had I known I didn't need to do either. This is true. So then I was okay. (Especially since I need more piano practice, and playing the piano today would have been slightly stressful, because it always is. I don't really like playing while people sing- it is a difficult thing to do.)
Happy Easter! I am so grateful that Jesus Christ descended below all so that he could ascend above all, and allow us to be with Him if we follow and obey Him. Just think of the lowest place you've ever been in your life- the darkest. He experienced that, and everything else from everyone. He knows every single person's feelings, as well as the pain from sin. That blows my mind, how much He must have truly hurt (because I think that really helps put it into perspective). He knows. He still followed Father's commandments, and did not "remove the bitter cup." And then He literally rose 3 days later, and broke the bands of death. I am so thankful. And so filled with love toward Him. I'm thankful for everything He did. I love my Savior, Jesus Christ. I feel so joyful and honored to call Him my Brother, for He is! And He lives!
This past week, Tommy has had school off. It's been really nice, even though I had work. We got to do a lot together after I finished work. He starts school again tomorrow.
I have 6 more weeks of teaching left of the school year. (This means only 5 more weeks of planning! WOOHOO!)
He has 7 weeks of Summer A (the summer semester is cut in half with a 5 week break in the middle).
Plus 2 more weeks of an extra SAP class his professor voluntarily teaches (I think unpaid) to help students get SAP certified. 2 weeks of 8 AM to 8 PM.
9 weeks of school. Hard weeks. Busy weeks. Crazy weeks.
I'm so scared. When he's in school and super busy, life is more than just a little hard for the both of us. At least he got a week to relax to the max.
The next week, we head to Hong Kong for just under 2 weeks. I'm really excited to go.
Tommy got his extension approved the 2nd time around, thanks to help from many faculty and professors on campus. (He started school before the 9 semester rule, so he's in that middle group who was applied the rule, but sometimes have a hard time finishing.) He is double majoring, which isn't grounds for staying another semester, so basically he had to talk about why those classes would help him in his future career. We are just really grateful his appeal (actually, re-appeal) was accepted, and he can graduate in December.
A few minutes ago, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. At first, I thought it was a cockroach. But as I stared at this creature that seems to somehow blend in with the carpet (perhaps the texture), I realized it's a spider. I do not know what kind, but perhaps it's the one that laid egg sacs on our ceiling. I have been staring at it. And it just moved again. I don't usually mind spiders, but this one seems a little creepy to me.
...
Okay, that was an ugly one. After I checked out what it was (and it was bigger than I thought), it crawled away, and across the door. So I opened the door up in attempt to help it go outside. It crawled around and ended up on the cement by the door. So I then opened up the screen, and out it went. I think it did not exactly want to be around me, either. Good bye, spider. I'm glad I did not kill you and that you are outside where you belong. Please don't go into someone else's house, or back into mine. Some people aren't as nice to me.
Speaking of these things, there was a grasshopper head in my dim sum yesterday. I cut it in half to share with Tommy. When I picked up my portion, there was something that fell out. I ate my dim sum, while staring at this thing. I couldn't help but think it looked like a grasshopper head, but that it was probably part of the veggies inside. I really wasn't sure. I picked it up to show Tommy, and then it shot out of my chopsticks and landed by his plate. Then he picked it up and I told him what it reminded me of. He looked at it, and said it was. Frankie and Felicia, who are from Malaysia, were with us, and said it happens quite often there. That was a first for Tommy, who has only seen it in movies/TV shows. It was also a first for me. He called over the waiter and told them. They crossed that off of our bill and also gave us free egg tarts.
I had eaten that piece, and I don't think the body was inside, but it's still a little gross to think that the head was touching stuff that I ate. I tried to tell myself that it was okay since I once voluntarily ate a mealworm in a Bio Lab class in Idaho. (It was fried, salted, and for extra credit. So I did it.) But I think they are a little different. And also, I did it voluntarily, for something.
In my last post, I talked about not going anywhere for Christmas. My dad had a bunch of extra sky miles that he ended up using for plane tickets for us. (I think both of my parents really wanted us there.) It was fun, and I can't believe it's already Easter! I love Easter. I love what it represents and reminds us of. Anyway, 4 months have passed already. January...February...March...and now April is closer to being finished than it is to beginning.
Stacy left on Wednesday morning. She's transferring to Provo. I don't know who I am going to play with this summer. It makes me a little sad she's gone. In some ways it's good, but in a lot of ways, it's just sad. I'm happy for her, though. Getting her to the airport was crazy. She had a ride, but then that person's car broke down and couldn't take her. Tommy came to town that day to get his computer looked at and met up with me after work. We went to Wal-Mart, and then we went to a movie. We BARELY missed the bus after our movie, I think. So we had to wait a really long time and we got home at 10:00 PM. Stacy still had no ride. But a little while later, our neighbor came and offered to let us borrow their car since he had to work. I had to be to work, and Tommy didn't feel comfortable driving, so he went along in the car, but got someone else to drive her. (I rode the bus, because I felt uncomfortable with the possibility of traffic and being late. Especially since we were taking a field trip that day to the Bishop Museum.) I also felt bad, because Stacy had been locked out of our apartment, with no phone, after having gone to the beach. She called me during the movie from a friend's phone, and I didn't answer, but the second time, I knew what had happened, I left, and I called her back. I ended up calling an RA to come open the door. Everything turned out okay, but that poor girl had a hard day and a run for her money.
This story illustrates why I would like to get a car now, because I am tired of these kinds of things happening. Also, I want Tommy especially (but also me) to enjoy the island before we have to go. I don't know when he's going to start grad school, but he's not applying to UH because he cannot get a scholarship there, so it costs too much money. I'm a little sad about that. It's really hard to think about leaving. So I want to make the most of the rest of the time we have, and the bus doesn't go everywhere, and takes a lot of time.
Well, I think I hit the bulk of it. Today, we ended up joining another ward for Sacrament Meeting because the building where we meet was having its floors redone. It was a last minute notice, so we only had Sacrament Meeting, and then went home (the other ward continued everything, but we would have been too much for them to handle). It was funny, because I was supposed to play the piano for Sacrament today, and teach a lesson in Relief Society. I didn't end up needing to do either. I tried to not get annoyed about it, since I had put in a lot of extra preparation, which could have been used for other things. So I prayed that I wouldn't have a bad attitude about it. I ended up telling myself that it was okay because I learned more than I would have had I known I didn't need to do either. This is true. So then I was okay. (Especially since I need more piano practice, and playing the piano today would have been slightly stressful, because it always is. I don't really like playing while people sing- it is a difficult thing to do.)
Happy Easter! I am so grateful that Jesus Christ descended below all so that he could ascend above all, and allow us to be with Him if we follow and obey Him. Just think of the lowest place you've ever been in your life- the darkest. He experienced that, and everything else from everyone. He knows every single person's feelings, as well as the pain from sin. That blows my mind, how much He must have truly hurt (because I think that really helps put it into perspective). He knows. He still followed Father's commandments, and did not "remove the bitter cup." And then He literally rose 3 days later, and broke the bands of death. I am so thankful. And so filled with love toward Him. I'm thankful for everything He did. I love my Savior, Jesus Christ. I feel so joyful and honored to call Him my Brother, for He is! And He lives!
Monday, August 29, 2011
Technology
"I love technology! But not as much as you, you see. But I still love technology; always and forever." - Kip (Napolean Dynamite)
Well, I do love technology. Sometimes. I'm decent at using it, too. I'm not technology deficient, anyway. It definitely has a place in society. Plus, when Heavenly Father created the world, He included the Ionosphere in the atmosphere. The ionosphere, in short, allows for communication over long distances. Was that useful before the telegraph, telephone, or radio? Not really. Let's just say someone knew what He was doing. ;) Sometimes it's really the little things that baffle me.
Sometimes, I think technology is overused. Maybe it's dramatic, but one example I can think of is when people text and drive. Or use their cell phones at inappropriate times, period. I remember one time when I was in high school; we had to come up with an invention and give a speech about what it would do and why it should be sponsored. One girl said she wanted software for a phone that allowed you to speak what you want to text message someone. Sometimes I wonder, how, exactly, would speaking to your cell phone to send someone a message be easier to give them a phone call? (Technology has made some people less sincere, I fear.)
Anyway, I had to make 2 blogs for a Technology in Education class. That means I now have 3 blogs, 2 of which I NEVER use and I want to delete. The problem is, I'm not really sure how to delete the 2 that I made for class. I know I said I'm not technology deficient, but I also believe that sometimes things are made slightly complicated again, after technology is implemented.
Technology is great, it has blessed our lives, and now I believe that I'm going to go search for a way to delete 2 accounts and simplify my life. BALANCE!
That's all, folks.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Excitement
The life of a university student isn't always the most exciting thing in the world, which is why I've spared so many people from updating my blog as of late. (Okay, that is only partially true.)
But, for example, today I spent 4 1/2 hours in the library studying for and taking two online quizzes. That is not exciting at all. However, amongst learning many new academic things, I also learned why the library here is so cold. (No matter how hot you feel when you go in, if you stay in the library for more than one hour, you need a jacket...and possibly some gloves.)
Because I spent a good part of my day in the library, I went to the bathroom (twice, if you were wondering). On the doors inside of the stalls, they have library newsletters. (I guess they're so that you don't get bored while you're there...and so that you can learn more...) I noticed that it explained why the library is so cold: Hawaii is naturally a bad environment for books, due to the humidity and large amount of bugs. Bugs like to eat paper (did not know that), and humidity can damage the books as well. Keeping the library BELOW 70 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT (21 CELSIUS) helps ward off bugs and humidity. (I always wondered how cold it was in there, exactly...)
Last time I read the newsletter, I found out that George Washington Carver didn't actually invent peanut butter. Ironically, I read this AFTER I wrote a story for my science class about the very man, and the fact that he invented peanut butter. (Now, I don't know what to believe. I have an inclination that the library newsletter is correct...for the sole reason that it is the library newsletter.)
This week, my mom had an interview for a 1/2 time music teaching position. The same day, they phoned to let her know that she got the job! Boeing also let my dad know that he could start work again on light duty. (He's been away on medical leave for about a year.) Needless to say, our family has been VERY blessed this week, and answers to our long-time prayers have come. I think my parents are beginning to see a little bit more light again. (It's been a long time.) To top it off, I was studying my scriptures in Mosiah today, and I came across this verse: "Nevertheless the Lord seeth fit to chasten his people; yea, he trieth their patience and their faith." (Mosiah 23:21.) I immediately thought of that situation, and how much my parents' patience and faith has been tried. I'm pretty sure the Lord is pleased with the way they've worked through all the troubles they've had.
And more exciting news: Monday is the last day of class for one class, and Wednesday for the other. (No Thursday or Friday finals!!!) Which means I finish everything BEFORE I pick up John from the airport! YES! I'm so excited that my brother is going to be here with me. It's awesome to have family around. (Matthew visited in July, which was also fun.) This also means no more Sunday Skype with John. Considering the fact that in mid-September my church time moves from 9 AM to 8 AM, I'm not sure what I'll do with my time! (I may just have to buy my parents a webcam. Or Skype other friends. Or "hangout" on Google Plus, which is pretty cool.)
That's all for now, folks!
Sunday, May 8, 2011
School
SCHOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLL! It's still going. Spring Term. Lovely... Short. Fast. Long Classes. Lots of homework. Lots of rain this week...................................................................................................................
That's all. :)
But, I like school.
P.S. Cockroaches are scared of the dark. ;)
P.P.S. I had to run home from church today...through puddles. 3 girls, 1 umbrella. The puddles were so deep...and my skirt was SOAKED wet all the way up to my mid-thigh!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Homework
Hello,
My name is student and I'm trying not to drown in homework. Homework is a substance more solid than water, but less effective at killing you. You know "The Princess Bride?" Well, there's a quote on it...."To the pain!" That, my friends, is what homework is all about.
Haha. Just kidding. Homework's not that bad...it's the deadlines that you have to watch out for.
I'm so tired, too! Man, at least I'm at school in a warm place! (I actually really like this semester...it's just really busy.) And, I got a raise! Woot! (P.S. I like BYUH soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much more than Idaho. That's all. It's just the perfect place for me.)
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Sisters and School
I guess my sister Lizzie takes after me. She burned peanut butter and chocolate chips in the microwave last night. (She microwaved them for three minutes or so.) The kitchen smelled ALMOST as bad as the time that I burned my quesadilla. I guess it's prone to happen to everyone every once in a while.
So...school. Almost anyone who reads this blog (which isn't a high amount, I'm sure) would think that I'm incredibly indecisive. "First she decides to go to BYU-Hawaii, then she decides to stay at BYU-Idaho, and then she transfers to Hawaii afterall," they'd say. Now, I have my moments of indecisiveness and being noncommittal, but this time is not one of them. All I have to say is that the Lord's timing and plans are incredibly different than ours.
I am going to BYU-Hawaii because it's where the Lord wants me to be. I promise. :)
Here's the story that's been waiting:
Last April, our family visited Hawaii, and we happened to stay on the island of Oahu, which is where BYU-Hawaii is. We were about an hour away from the campus, but we went to the Polynesian Cultural Center (PCC), which is right next to the campus, and I did set foot on campus once or twice. We also went to the temple visitor's center quite a few times, which is also next to the campus.
I loved it there so much that I wanted to transfer. We talked to some people at church there who work at BYU-Hawaii, and they said BYU-Hawaii needs more Elementary Education majors, and some of the people worked in the admissions office-or had connections. ;) They said to let them know if I applied, and when I was done. So I started on my application while we were still there. But I stopped. I can't really say why, but I know that there was something that just wasn't quite right. (I was REALLY leaning on the Spirit, or at least trying to.) However, I never withdrew my application.
I ended up deferring fall semester at BYU-Idaho because I didn't have quite enough money to go, which you'll see turned out to be a good thing. I just worked during that time.
One night during winter semester, my roommate Tiffany and I were in the library. I had actually finished my homework, so I was waiting for Tiff. (Usually I had more homework than she did, so it was rather impressive that I finished!) Since I was waiting, I was on the computer. Somehow I found myself on the BYUH website. I was just reading stuff on there for fun, and I went to the admissions page. I started reading some information, and suddenly I was hit with the Spirit, which told me that it was okay now and that I could/should apply. I couldn't believe it! I didn't say anything to anyone, but I felt happy, and actually, a tiny bit scared.
That night, I went home and prayed to make sure that I was supposed to apply to BYU-Hawaii. I also prayed the next morning. Both times I wasn't really hit hard either way like I was at the library. All day long that was on my mind, and I just wanted to make sure that it was really the Spirit which told me to apply, and not myself, and asked Him for help to know. I had some time after a class, so I went to the Taylor Chapel to pray, read my scriptures, and meditate. I really had to make sure this was the right thing. Before I read or meditated, I just said a silent simple prayer, telling Heavenly Father how I felt the day before, and how I just wanted to make sure that was His will for me, and not just my high hopes or something getting in the way. I then meditated and read my scriptures, which helped. In fact, I came across a scripture in 2 Nephi 32:9. It's one of my favorite scriptures now. It really came alive to me just then.
"9 But behold, I say unto you that ye must pray always, and not faint; that ye must not perform any thing unto the Lord save in the first place ye shall pray unto the Father in the name of Christ, that he will consecrate thy performance unto thee, that thy performance may be for the welfare of thy soul."
Right then, I knew that I did indeed feel the Spirit at the library and that I needed to move forward with my application. So I did. And since I had started it 10 months before (AND HADN'T WITHDRAWN IT), I just picked up where I left off. All I needed to do was have an interview with my bishop and a member of the stake presidency.
Even though that was all I needed to do, I fixed my application essays, too. I went to library from the chapel, and worked on them for about two hours. When I got home everyone asked me where I had been, and I just told them the library. That appeased them enough (thank goodness)! I enjoyed keeping the secret to myself for a few days. It's kind of fun to have your own secrets, I found out.
I made an appointment with the bishop, and then with the member of the stake presidency. After the stake presidency interview, some of my roommates were suspcious, but I told them I couldn't talk about it yet. At this point, one of my roommates knew (out of 15...). Also, one friend Lindsay, who goes there, knew. I had to ask her some questions. Eventually I told my dad so that I could ask him if we should tell the people who we met at church that work there. He never really gave me an answer, but I decided not to tell them. I knew if it was to be, that the Lord would take care of it. But I made my dad PROMISE he wouldn't tell anyone, not even my mom.
I don't think I even had to wait a week for my admission status, although I will tell you that it felt a whole lot longer than that! There were nights of fitful and halfsleeping. I didn't even know you can worry in your sleep, but you can! Worry isn't really the best word for my condition during that time, though. Although I really did want to get in, I wasn't worried about it, because I was just leaving it up to the Lord. I would be happy to finish out my schooling at BYU-Idaho.
Now, I wasn't worried about getting accepted, but I had started to think about some other things, and became concerned. Finally, the Spirit said, "Don't worry about that right now! You don't have to worry about that until you get accepted. You'll find a way to make it work." So I stopped, and never worried again (about that).
Well, I finally got an email saying an admissions decision had been reached. My heart started racing. I spent a lot of time covering up my tracks so my roommates and other people wouldn't find out. That was okay, though, because the decision was made. I went followed the link, logged in, and read the word "Congratulations!" That was enough for me. I then thought, "Should I scream, or should I not scream? Should I or shouldn't I?" I finally decided to scream...and it came out a lot louder than I thought it would. My roommates yelled, "Are you okay?!" and came rushing in. I told them yes, and to wait just a second. I had a phone call to make.
I called Lindsay, and told her I was accepted. I promised her that she'd be the first I'd tell, and she was. I told her that I would call her back in a few minutes, because my roommates were slightly confused. So I gave the news to everyone, and all of them got really excited. Then I told my brother and my parents, and I called my other brother who didn't answer. We'll just say I was excited....
Actually, I was bouncing off the walls for the rest of the night. The next morning our ward was going to do baptisms for the dead, and I said I'd go. Needless to say, I got very little sleep that night. I think I amused quite a few people with my behavior, though.
The rest is pretty much history. That's the story of why I applied, and why I'm going there. As you can tell, I didn't make it the short version. It's the whole thing.
So...school. Almost anyone who reads this blog (which isn't a high amount, I'm sure) would think that I'm incredibly indecisive. "First she decides to go to BYU-Hawaii, then she decides to stay at BYU-Idaho, and then she transfers to Hawaii afterall," they'd say. Now, I have my moments of indecisiveness and being noncommittal, but this time is not one of them. All I have to say is that the Lord's timing and plans are incredibly different than ours.
I am going to BYU-Hawaii because it's where the Lord wants me to be. I promise. :)
Here's the story that's been waiting:
Last April, our family visited Hawaii, and we happened to stay on the island of Oahu, which is where BYU-Hawaii is. We were about an hour away from the campus, but we went to the Polynesian Cultural Center (PCC), which is right next to the campus, and I did set foot on campus once or twice. We also went to the temple visitor's center quite a few times, which is also next to the campus.
I loved it there so much that I wanted to transfer. We talked to some people at church there who work at BYU-Hawaii, and they said BYU-Hawaii needs more Elementary Education majors, and some of the people worked in the admissions office-or had connections. ;) They said to let them know if I applied, and when I was done. So I started on my application while we were still there. But I stopped. I can't really say why, but I know that there was something that just wasn't quite right. (I was REALLY leaning on the Spirit, or at least trying to.) However, I never withdrew my application.
I ended up deferring fall semester at BYU-Idaho because I didn't have quite enough money to go, which you'll see turned out to be a good thing. I just worked during that time.
One night during winter semester, my roommate Tiffany and I were in the library. I had actually finished my homework, so I was waiting for Tiff. (Usually I had more homework than she did, so it was rather impressive that I finished!) Since I was waiting, I was on the computer. Somehow I found myself on the BYUH website. I was just reading stuff on there for fun, and I went to the admissions page. I started reading some information, and suddenly I was hit with the Spirit, which told me that it was okay now and that I could/should apply. I couldn't believe it! I didn't say anything to anyone, but I felt happy, and actually, a tiny bit scared.
That night, I went home and prayed to make sure that I was supposed to apply to BYU-Hawaii. I also prayed the next morning. Both times I wasn't really hit hard either way like I was at the library. All day long that was on my mind, and I just wanted to make sure that it was really the Spirit which told me to apply, and not myself, and asked Him for help to know. I had some time after a class, so I went to the Taylor Chapel to pray, read my scriptures, and meditate. I really had to make sure this was the right thing. Before I read or meditated, I just said a silent simple prayer, telling Heavenly Father how I felt the day before, and how I just wanted to make sure that was His will for me, and not just my high hopes or something getting in the way. I then meditated and read my scriptures, which helped. In fact, I came across a scripture in 2 Nephi 32:9. It's one of my favorite scriptures now. It really came alive to me just then.
"9 But behold, I say unto you that ye must pray always, and not faint; that ye must not perform any thing unto the Lord save in the first place ye shall pray unto the Father in the name of Christ, that he will consecrate thy performance unto thee, that thy performance may be for the welfare of thy soul."
Right then, I knew that I did indeed feel the Spirit at the library and that I needed to move forward with my application. So I did. And since I had started it 10 months before (AND HADN'T WITHDRAWN IT), I just picked up where I left off. All I needed to do was have an interview with my bishop and a member of the stake presidency.
Even though that was all I needed to do, I fixed my application essays, too. I went to library from the chapel, and worked on them for about two hours. When I got home everyone asked me where I had been, and I just told them the library. That appeased them enough (thank goodness)! I enjoyed keeping the secret to myself for a few days. It's kind of fun to have your own secrets, I found out.
I made an appointment with the bishop, and then with the member of the stake presidency. After the stake presidency interview, some of my roommates were suspcious, but I told them I couldn't talk about it yet. At this point, one of my roommates knew (out of 15...). Also, one friend Lindsay, who goes there, knew. I had to ask her some questions. Eventually I told my dad so that I could ask him if we should tell the people who we met at church that work there. He never really gave me an answer, but I decided not to tell them. I knew if it was to be, that the Lord would take care of it. But I made my dad PROMISE he wouldn't tell anyone, not even my mom.
I don't think I even had to wait a week for my admission status, although I will tell you that it felt a whole lot longer than that! There were nights of fitful and halfsleeping. I didn't even know you can worry in your sleep, but you can! Worry isn't really the best word for my condition during that time, though. Although I really did want to get in, I wasn't worried about it, because I was just leaving it up to the Lord. I would be happy to finish out my schooling at BYU-Idaho.
Now, I wasn't worried about getting accepted, but I had started to think about some other things, and became concerned. Finally, the Spirit said, "Don't worry about that right now! You don't have to worry about that until you get accepted. You'll find a way to make it work." So I stopped, and never worried again (about that).
Well, I finally got an email saying an admissions decision had been reached. My heart started racing. I spent a lot of time covering up my tracks so my roommates and other people wouldn't find out. That was okay, though, because the decision was made. I went followed the link, logged in, and read the word "Congratulations!" That was enough for me. I then thought, "Should I scream, or should I not scream? Should I or shouldn't I?" I finally decided to scream...and it came out a lot louder than I thought it would. My roommates yelled, "Are you okay?!" and came rushing in. I told them yes, and to wait just a second. I had a phone call to make.
I called Lindsay, and told her I was accepted. I promised her that she'd be the first I'd tell, and she was. I told her that I would call her back in a few minutes, because my roommates were slightly confused. So I gave the news to everyone, and all of them got really excited. Then I told my brother and my parents, and I called my other brother who didn't answer. We'll just say I was excited....
Actually, I was bouncing off the walls for the rest of the night. The next morning our ward was going to do baptisms for the dead, and I said I'd go. Needless to say, I got very little sleep that night. I think I amused quite a few people with my behavior, though.
The rest is pretty much history. That's the story of why I applied, and why I'm going there. As you can tell, I didn't make it the short version. It's the whole thing.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Microwaves
I know that I'm terrible about updating this thing. I forget about it when I have homework (or something else) to do.
So today...I decided to make a quesadilla in the microwave. The microwave setting was already on for 7 minutes because no one cleared it when she took her food out. So although that usually bothers me and I clear it and then redo the setting, I decided to let it go that time because I'd remember. So I stuck my tortilla with cheese in there and let it go. Then I took my computer to my room. I started to watch some youtube movies. Partway through one, I leaped from my bed and ran to the microwave, because like I told myself, I'd remember about the quesadilla. Well. I RAN to the microwave. Before I quickly opened it up, I saw the timer for less than 20 seconds. I cooked that sucker for over 6 minutes. I opened up the microwave, and had to take out the plate with an oven mitt. The tortilla was burned. The cheese, well, I think I made a new type. I took it outside and threw the tortilla in the dumpster. I then cleaned off the plate, which was easier than I thought it'd be. Nonetheless, our house smelled like smoke (although no smoke alarm went off). In fact, it still stinks.
On another note, a few weeks ago I applied to BYU-Hawaii. I didn't tell anyone. Except for my friend Lindsay, ONE of my roommates, Kelly, and my dad. That is it. And they didn't tell anyone. The admissions office received my last form on a Friday, and I found out Tuesday night that I was accepted.
I wasn't surprised, because God told me to apply, so I figured I'd get in. (That's another story I'm going to have to tell later.) I was surprised because it's BYU-Hawaii, meaning it's mainly there for people from Central Asia and the Pacific Islands. I'm a white girl from the mainland. Only 35% of people there are from the mainland. But I got in, and now I'm going. And I'm super duper excited, except for the part that my brother who is not graduating in a semester (John) is staying here and I'm leaving him and that'll be sad. And now this semester is a little bitter-sweet because it's my last one here, and I found out halfway through the semester.
It's exciting though. I'll take the beach over snow just about any day (just as long as there's nota tsunami or hurricane, or something of the like.) All in all, things are good and not how I would have ever expected them to turn out. Heavenly Father definitely has different plans for me than I do, and I'm okay with that, because they always turn out to be better for me.
So today...I decided to make a quesadilla in the microwave. The microwave setting was already on for 7 minutes because no one cleared it when she took her food out. So although that usually bothers me and I clear it and then redo the setting, I decided to let it go that time because I'd remember. So I stuck my tortilla with cheese in there and let it go. Then I took my computer to my room. I started to watch some youtube movies. Partway through one, I leaped from my bed and ran to the microwave, because like I told myself, I'd remember about the quesadilla. Well. I RAN to the microwave. Before I quickly opened it up, I saw the timer for less than 20 seconds. I cooked that sucker for over 6 minutes. I opened up the microwave, and had to take out the plate with an oven mitt. The tortilla was burned. The cheese, well, I think I made a new type. I took it outside and threw the tortilla in the dumpster. I then cleaned off the plate, which was easier than I thought it'd be. Nonetheless, our house smelled like smoke (although no smoke alarm went off). In fact, it still stinks.
On another note, a few weeks ago I applied to BYU-Hawaii. I didn't tell anyone. Except for my friend Lindsay, ONE of my roommates, Kelly, and my dad. That is it. And they didn't tell anyone. The admissions office received my last form on a Friday, and I found out Tuesday night that I was accepted.
I wasn't surprised, because God told me to apply, so I figured I'd get in. (That's another story I'm going to have to tell later.) I was surprised because it's BYU-Hawaii, meaning it's mainly there for people from Central Asia and the Pacific Islands. I'm a white girl from the mainland. Only 35% of people there are from the mainland. But I got in, and now I'm going. And I'm super duper excited, except for the part that my brother who is not graduating in a semester (John) is staying here and I'm leaving him and that'll be sad. And now this semester is a little bitter-sweet because it's my last one here, and I found out halfway through the semester.
It's exciting though. I'll take the beach over snow just about any day (just as long as there's nota tsunami or hurricane, or something of the like.) All in all, things are good and not how I would have ever expected them to turn out. Heavenly Father definitely has different plans for me than I do, and I'm okay with that, because they always turn out to be better for me.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
School
I love being at school! I love where I live, and I love my roommates! It's always fun, even if I do have 18 credits. I live in a two-story, yellow house, to the side of the stadium. The floors are split up into apartments; therefore, upstairs (where I live) has 10 girls, and downstairs has 6. But it's kind of like I just have 15 roommates... I thought it wouldn't be very cool, but I love it. And the house is pretty big. People are always gone, but there is almost always someone home, as well. We have 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms upstairs. 3 of the bedrooms are 2 girl bedrooms, and then the one where I reside is a "shared room-" we have 4 girls in it...but we get our own bathroom. :) It's pretty rockin.' I don't mind sharing with 3 girls. I share a room with Tiffany, Alayna, and Kelly. (By the way, our room is really big, and I rather like it!) My other roommates are Tina, Breanna, Tara, Katie, Megan, and Kristen. They're all really awesome and fun. The girls downstairs are Annalise, Lindsey, Courtney, Ashley, Diana, and Emily. (Yes, there are two Emilys in this house...4 in our ward...we also have 4 Megans in our ward.)
Our house is also very reminiscent of the '70's. We have a wooden accordion door closet in our front room. Despite the weird quirks about the house (like the door freezing shut, or the bathroom fan not really circulating air correctly), I still love it. It's a blast, it's fun, and I enjoy it very much!
Our house is also very reminiscent of the '70's. We have a wooden accordion door closet in our front room. Despite the weird quirks about the house (like the door freezing shut, or the bathroom fan not really circulating air correctly), I still love it. It's a blast, it's fun, and I enjoy it very much!
Friday, January 8, 2010
My Recent Life
Okie dokie....I have a feeling this may possibly be a long-winded entry, so prepare yourself...
I deferred fall semester because I needed more money to pay for school. I worked ALL the time and pretty much didn't have a life. I'm with the Issaquah School District as a sub Ed Assistant, so it's pretty good practice and experience for me since I'm an Elementary Ed major. It also pays very well. My nerdy job? Working at Staples. Now one would normally say that working at Staples isn't that nerdy because it's just a retail job. However, I'M WORKING WITH OFFICE SUPPLIES, HERE. As a matter of fact, on the schedule, I was under both Cashier/Customer Service AND Office Supplies... When I punched in at work, the title said "Office Supplies Expert." And it is sadly true. I know more about office supplies than the average person...a lot more. I'm not sad that I know stuff, but I have to admit, and will be the first person to do so, that first of all, office supplies are not that interesting, and secondly, it's a nerdy thing to know a lot about those particular things... Anyway...work=money, two jobs= no life, and Emily=enough money to pay for school.
While I was home, I had the awesome chance and opportunity to do a lot of missionary work with my coworkers, especially Sarah. She committed to baptism and then dropped the missionaries because she did not feel ready. That's okay, because I KNOW she felt the Spirit, and I know that she will get baptised one day. (Hahaha. I just spelled "baptised" the Canadian/English way. I'm not changing it. Just because I do stuff like that every once in a while and actually like it a little.) I also had other missionary experiences with my coworkers, and found out that one was baptized when she was 13...which was 7-8 years ago. She's less active, and I think that the gospel would really help her life and guide her, as well as answer a lot of questions. Actually, I know that. I brought her to a FHE activity with me, but unfortunately it was a combined activity in Redmond, so she didn't meet the missionaries because they weren't able to go (Redmond is in the Everett mission, and we are in the Seattle mission). We had a really great talk on the way there, and she feels the influence of the Holy Ghost everytime she hears the story of Joseph Smith. Sharing the gospel is one of my favorite things to do. It makes me so happy. I was so incredibly blessed to be able to have many chances to share the gospel while I was home!
Cassie, my friend, got married on January 2nd in the Denver temple. She married a pretty cool man, Timmy. They're great for each other. I have known Cass since I've been at school, and let's just say that from the beginning, we hit it off really well. Tiffany, my other friend, and I, flew into Denver on Wednesday, December 30, for Cassie's wedding. We all had a BLAST together. We saw "The Princess and the Frog" on New Year's Eve, which was fun. (We also did other random things, and almost got kicked out of Walgreens.) Tim is from Roseville, CA, and his family drove to Denver. On their way there, they slipped on ice and rolled their van. It ended up totalled. His sister, Megan, also ended up breaking her jaw, but that's the worst that happened. They were really blessed, and ended up getting to Denver on Thursday night instead of Wednesday afternoon. (Unfortunately, Megan had to fly straight back to California, in order to get jaw surgery, and also had to get a deferrment so her jaw can heal.)
Cassie's and Timmy's wedding was great. Since it was in the temple, Tiffany and I couldn't go in for the actual wedding and sealing part, but we were in the annex building next to the temple, and we just waited for them. (By the way, there were a lot of people getting married that day.) We also helped with pictures afterward. That was fun, minus the cold feet and frozen toes. Cassie's brother-in-law Kevin stated that he didn't think the bridesmaids were supposed to be the ones to get cold feet. Hahaha. That was funny. On the subject of Cassie's family, I love them- they are great!
Cassie's and Timmy's luncheon was fun and good. Tim's friend Keith talked about Tim a bit, and I gave a bit of a speech on Cassie. I am really not a serious person. I really am not. The reception was also good and a lot of fun. It looked really nice. Cass chose the colors eggplant purple, cranberry red, and chocolate brown for her wedding. Not everything ended up being those colors, but it still looked great anyway. And not tacky or cheesy, considering the fact that it was in a church gym, and some receptions in church gyms can be silly looking.
Tiffany, Keith, and I decorated their car- a blazer. It was actually rather lame. Post-it notes work when you have a lot more and they don't have a Peter Rabbit design on them. We were looking for a window marker, and much to our dismay, could not get ahold of one. To make matters a bit more hilarious, Tim's parents showed us a window marker they had in their car that we could have used- AFTER the reception and Cassie and Tim left...on OUR way home. That was a good night. Some drunk person started texting Tiffany almost illegible texts, but we deciphered them. Those texts brought us great amusement. Even though drinking alcohol is not a good thing, drunk people are really funny.
I am now at school. We started classes on Tuesday. It's only the first week and somehow I already feel behind. LAME. I like most of my classes though. They are really fun. For the most part. I AM taking 18 credits, so it's possible I might have some near-death experiences this semester...from homework. Just kidding. It'll be a bit hard, though. 3 more semesters after this one!!! (By the way, I seriously can't believe that- it's so close and I know I have time, but I don't feel ready yet.) I've seen a lot of people on campus who I know. I love that about coming back to school. I really love BYU-I and the atmosphere of it. Even if the "I" stands for "Iceburg." Plus, now John, Matthew, and I are all here at the same time. That's fun.
I like my new laptop. If I would have had even more money, there's a chance I would have gotten a Mac, but I went the more temporarily inexpensive route and got a Dell...it's white with yellow polka dots, adorable, and pretty much me. That makes me happy.
Remember how I said this was going to be really long? Well, it is.
I want to go to Hawaii.
I deferred fall semester because I needed more money to pay for school. I worked ALL the time and pretty much didn't have a life. I'm with the Issaquah School District as a sub Ed Assistant, so it's pretty good practice and experience for me since I'm an Elementary Ed major. It also pays very well. My nerdy job? Working at Staples. Now one would normally say that working at Staples isn't that nerdy because it's just a retail job. However, I'M WORKING WITH OFFICE SUPPLIES, HERE. As a matter of fact, on the schedule, I was under both Cashier/Customer Service AND Office Supplies... When I punched in at work, the title said "Office Supplies Expert." And it is sadly true. I know more about office supplies than the average person...a lot more. I'm not sad that I know stuff, but I have to admit, and will be the first person to do so, that first of all, office supplies are not that interesting, and secondly, it's a nerdy thing to know a lot about those particular things... Anyway...work=money, two jobs= no life, and Emily=enough money to pay for school.
While I was home, I had the awesome chance and opportunity to do a lot of missionary work with my coworkers, especially Sarah. She committed to baptism and then dropped the missionaries because she did not feel ready. That's okay, because I KNOW she felt the Spirit, and I know that she will get baptised one day. (Hahaha. I just spelled "baptised" the Canadian/English way. I'm not changing it. Just because I do stuff like that every once in a while and actually like it a little.) I also had other missionary experiences with my coworkers, and found out that one was baptized when she was 13...which was 7-8 years ago. She's less active, and I think that the gospel would really help her life and guide her, as well as answer a lot of questions. Actually, I know that. I brought her to a FHE activity with me, but unfortunately it was a combined activity in Redmond, so she didn't meet the missionaries because they weren't able to go (Redmond is in the Everett mission, and we are in the Seattle mission). We had a really great talk on the way there, and she feels the influence of the Holy Ghost everytime she hears the story of Joseph Smith. Sharing the gospel is one of my favorite things to do. It makes me so happy. I was so incredibly blessed to be able to have many chances to share the gospel while I was home!
Cassie, my friend, got married on January 2nd in the Denver temple. She married a pretty cool man, Timmy. They're great for each other. I have known Cass since I've been at school, and let's just say that from the beginning, we hit it off really well. Tiffany, my other friend, and I, flew into Denver on Wednesday, December 30, for Cassie's wedding. We all had a BLAST together. We saw "The Princess and the Frog" on New Year's Eve, which was fun. (We also did other random things, and almost got kicked out of Walgreens.) Tim is from Roseville, CA, and his family drove to Denver. On their way there, they slipped on ice and rolled their van. It ended up totalled. His sister, Megan, also ended up breaking her jaw, but that's the worst that happened. They were really blessed, and ended up getting to Denver on Thursday night instead of Wednesday afternoon. (Unfortunately, Megan had to fly straight back to California, in order to get jaw surgery, and also had to get a deferrment so her jaw can heal.)
Cassie's and Timmy's wedding was great. Since it was in the temple, Tiffany and I couldn't go in for the actual wedding and sealing part, but we were in the annex building next to the temple, and we just waited for them. (By the way, there were a lot of people getting married that day.) We also helped with pictures afterward. That was fun, minus the cold feet and frozen toes. Cassie's brother-in-law Kevin stated that he didn't think the bridesmaids were supposed to be the ones to get cold feet. Hahaha. That was funny. On the subject of Cassie's family, I love them- they are great!
Cassie's and Timmy's luncheon was fun and good. Tim's friend Keith talked about Tim a bit, and I gave a bit of a speech on Cassie. I am really not a serious person. I really am not. The reception was also good and a lot of fun. It looked really nice. Cass chose the colors eggplant purple, cranberry red, and chocolate brown for her wedding. Not everything ended up being those colors, but it still looked great anyway. And not tacky or cheesy, considering the fact that it was in a church gym, and some receptions in church gyms can be silly looking.
Tiffany, Keith, and I decorated their car- a blazer. It was actually rather lame. Post-it notes work when you have a lot more and they don't have a Peter Rabbit design on them. We were looking for a window marker, and much to our dismay, could not get ahold of one. To make matters a bit more hilarious, Tim's parents showed us a window marker they had in their car that we could have used- AFTER the reception and Cassie and Tim left...on OUR way home. That was a good night. Some drunk person started texting Tiffany almost illegible texts, but we deciphered them. Those texts brought us great amusement. Even though drinking alcohol is not a good thing, drunk people are really funny.
I am now at school. We started classes on Tuesday. It's only the first week and somehow I already feel behind. LAME. I like most of my classes though. They are really fun. For the most part. I AM taking 18 credits, so it's possible I might have some near-death experiences this semester...from homework. Just kidding. It'll be a bit hard, though. 3 more semesters after this one!!! (By the way, I seriously can't believe that- it's so close and I know I have time, but I don't feel ready yet.) I've seen a lot of people on campus who I know. I love that about coming back to school. I really love BYU-I and the atmosphere of it. Even if the "I" stands for "Iceburg." Plus, now John, Matthew, and I are all here at the same time. That's fun.
I like my new laptop. If I would have had even more money, there's a chance I would have gotten a Mac, but I went the more temporarily inexpensive route and got a Dell...it's white with yellow polka dots, adorable, and pretty much me. That makes me happy.
Remember how I said this was going to be really long? Well, it is.
I want to go to Hawaii.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Or not...
So, I decided to finish up at BYU-Idaho afterall. I think I'll move to Hawaii after school. It'd be fun and a good experience.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
BYU-Hawaii? I think YES!
Guess what???????
I'm going to transfer to BYU-Hawaii, that's what!!!!! That is, if I get in. But I really think I can. My grades are good enough. (By the way, I checked my grades today and the lowest was a B! Woot woot!) I started the transfer process today. Now all I need is another Ecclesiastical Endorsement! I'm really excited, and I hope I get in!!!! I feel so happy!! :) See? There is happiness right there, displayed for all to see! Hahaha. I know, I'm a dork.
I'm going to transfer to BYU-Hawaii, that's what!!!!! That is, if I get in. But I really think I can. My grades are good enough. (By the way, I checked my grades today and the lowest was a B! Woot woot!) I started the transfer process today. Now all I need is another Ecclesiastical Endorsement! I'm really excited, and I hope I get in!!!! I feel so happy!! :) See? There is happiness right there, displayed for all to see! Hahaha. I know, I'm a dork.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Halleluja! Halleluja!
I feel excited. I've been waiting for this day to come allllllllll week long. And partly all semester long. And partly only the latter half of the semester. You see, TODAY IS THE LAST DAY OF CLASSES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But it gets better than that. Today it means tomorrow is tomorrow. And by one of those tomorrows (I'm not sure which one), I mean Friday. And by Friday, I mean that I get to go to Hawaii for a week!! Now that's what I call ending with a bang!
So, my finals all went well. I did okay with grades, although I didn't get all A's. However, I don't really care about that, and I do get some. That's what matters. Oooh. I just popped my neck. That felt good. Sorry. School was good and not good this semester. Very long. Very fun. Very tiring. Very annoying. Probably most adjectives could describe this semester in one way or another.
Our White Glove was Tuesday night, so I don't have to worry about that. :) Matthew and I leave for Utah tonight at 7 p.m. and leave Utah at 7 a.m. Funny. I just noticed that it's 7 for both. How odd.... We have a layover in LA and then arrive in Honolulu at 11:26 or something like that, where we will meet our family who already got there yesterday. Long flight, for which I'm prepared, by the way (I happen to have some sticks of Maui Melon Mint gum, which I feel is fitting). 2 hours to California and almost 6 to Hawaii (time difference is a wee bit different in Hawaii...) But I'm excited. It'll be fun. :D
I have no more packing to do and I'm rather bored. Maybe I should read. Or watch a movie. OR both. Oh goody...just what I get to do tomorrow all day long. Except for it won't be all day long, although it should be. I gain 4 hours, so I will have a 28 hour day tomorrow. No lie- it's the truth. Trust me, I don't think you want four extra hours in your day. Even if you ask for it.
So, my finals all went well. I did okay with grades, although I didn't get all A's. However, I don't really care about that, and I do get some. That's what matters. Oooh. I just popped my neck. That felt good. Sorry. School was good and not good this semester. Very long. Very fun. Very tiring. Very annoying. Probably most adjectives could describe this semester in one way or another.
Our White Glove was Tuesday night, so I don't have to worry about that. :) Matthew and I leave for Utah tonight at 7 p.m. and leave Utah at 7 a.m. Funny. I just noticed that it's 7 for both. How odd.... We have a layover in LA and then arrive in Honolulu at 11:26 or something like that, where we will meet our family who already got there yesterday. Long flight, for which I'm prepared, by the way (I happen to have some sticks of Maui Melon Mint gum, which I feel is fitting). 2 hours to California and almost 6 to Hawaii (time difference is a wee bit different in Hawaii...) But I'm excited. It'll be fun. :D
I have no more packing to do and I'm rather bored. Maybe I should read. Or watch a movie. OR both. Oh goody...just what I get to do tomorrow all day long. Except for it won't be all day long, although it should be. I gain 4 hours, so I will have a 28 hour day tomorrow. No lie- it's the truth. Trust me, I don't think you want four extra hours in your day. Even if you ask for it.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Monday
Today is Monday. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? Just kidding. I'm really random. I went to my classes today. They were pretty easy. They were also pretty good. I like to learn, as well. However, I'm kind of wanting the semester to end (just a wee bit...) so I can relax. Or maybe I can have a break for a week or two where I do nothing...that'd be nice! However, that won't happen. SO...I have 5 1/2 weeks left of school and then relaxing..for about 5 months. But intense relaxing for 6 days on family vacation. Ahhhhh....family vacation! Haha. Gives me something to look forward to. Even though I have a lot of little things to look forward to. I just really want to relax...this semester's felt really long.
I was going to say other things, but now I don't feel like it. The end.
I was going to say other things, but now I don't feel like it. The end.
Monday, February 16, 2009
The life of a college student on a Monday off
Today just so happens to be President's Day. Know what that means? NO SCHOOL! A whole day off to do whatever I wanted to do. Ok, not really whatever I want. But erase classes out of the picture and life becomes a lot easier.
Let's get to the point: today was a REALLY nice day and I felt guilty staying inside the whole time. So I went on a walk around campus. I only got to the Smith building, stared at the vending machines, and went home. I was too bored to go on a long walk by myself. I came back and recruited Cassie to go on a walk with me. We went for a nice long walk. We also visited people. It was so nice to get out of my apartment (where I frequently feel trapped) and spend time outside, with people, and with Cassie. Walks are good. I suggest more walk-taking in this universe.
So far, I have not done any homework today. Technically, I don't really need to until tomorrow, which means I think I'll do it in between classes. I like my weeks better when they start on Tuesdays. They're shorter, and I happen to like going to devotional (make fun of me all you want...I really don't care!), so as a result, I'm thinking this week will be good as well as short. I am also under the impression that next week will be a bit longer. Oh well...I'm just going to enjoy this one while it lasts. And the sun. Because apparently it's supposed to start snowing again on Wednesday.
I should have done more productive things today, but at least I didn't spend all day inside (or start it at 1:00 p.m.) like some people I know. Perhaps I'll work on my scholarship application(s) tomorrow- amongst other things. Sometimes I get wrapped up in life and forget about things that are a bit more important than others, but it was okay to do that today; today was a relax day. All-in-all, I really like having a break from school every once-in-awhile. Now I have to push through until April (8th?)... No more breaks until the semester is over. Unless you count Saturdays and Sundays (and if you do, you're totally and completely lame since no one counts them).
Let's get to the point: today was a REALLY nice day and I felt guilty staying inside the whole time. So I went on a walk around campus. I only got to the Smith building, stared at the vending machines, and went home. I was too bored to go on a long walk by myself. I came back and recruited Cassie to go on a walk with me. We went for a nice long walk. We also visited people. It was so nice to get out of my apartment (where I frequently feel trapped) and spend time outside, with people, and with Cassie. Walks are good. I suggest more walk-taking in this universe.
So far, I have not done any homework today. Technically, I don't really need to until tomorrow, which means I think I'll do it in between classes. I like my weeks better when they start on Tuesdays. They're shorter, and I happen to like going to devotional (make fun of me all you want...I really don't care!), so as a result, I'm thinking this week will be good as well as short. I am also under the impression that next week will be a bit longer. Oh well...I'm just going to enjoy this one while it lasts. And the sun. Because apparently it's supposed to start snowing again on Wednesday.
I should have done more productive things today, but at least I didn't spend all day inside (or start it at 1:00 p.m.) like some people I know. Perhaps I'll work on my scholarship application(s) tomorrow- amongst other things. Sometimes I get wrapped up in life and forget about things that are a bit more important than others, but it was okay to do that today; today was a relax day. All-in-all, I really like having a break from school every once-in-awhile. Now I have to push through until April (8th?)... No more breaks until the semester is over. Unless you count Saturdays and Sundays (and if you do, you're totally and completely lame since no one counts them).
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