Reasons why I love BYU Idaho this week.
*Monday's FHE was lesson was by Bro Baron. He is a stake president in the area and he told his conversion story. He grew up Jewish. Went to Hebrew school. He told how he found Jesus. It was a really captivating story. Glad to have met him.
*Tuesday- Reilly and John Butler came into town and I managed to feel like I had caught up enough on my homework to take a day off of school. We headed to Yellowstone. Camped that night in the freezing cold. Why do I always think this will be a great idea when its cold weather. I ended up in my car. Not good sleep, but a nice drive up there.
*Wednesday- Um...can't tell you why I love BYUI. I was definitely NOT in Idaho. I was off taking fun pictures and enjoying a drive around God's beautiful earth.
*Thursday- Spent all day on campus doing homework, meeting with group people. Went to a cultural night where we got to see all kinds of strange dancing and acting. Oh the awkwardness never stops. I also witnessed an angry library goer. Apparently the exit music was "exceedingly annoying" tonight. I think I should post all of the creeper pictures I took today too. I just got invited to a string theory party. I was read a wrap that was written in a text message. AND my favorite part ever was being able to partake of beautiful music. Me & and a friend hung out in a stairwell at the library while some stranger played his guitar for a few of us. I think it was the most perfect thing for my night. I asked to take his picture then shortly after we were asked to leave because we were apparently being too loud. Should you care to listen go here for the sweet sounds of the stairwell. We will see what tomorrow brings. I just have to say that I am not loving all my learning and growing right now so these brief moments of goodness that make me smile are things I'm grateful for. I know I'll make it through the classes, but....I worry too much and stress too much and don't quite get things as fast as I would like. Okay, I'm just hard on myself. Things will get better. I am looking up.
Friday, June 29, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
My simple life....or not so simple
Simple and exciting :)
I get to go see Bill Cosby tomorrow night. I would normally write about an event after it happens, but I will be busy writing a paper for a class. I went to devotional today. Brother Rudy Puzey was the speaker. I wanted to maybe shout RUDY RUDY RUDY a few times, but I remained calm and reverent. But he really did have a great topic and I took a few notes to go back to in a few days. The musical number at the beginning of the meeting was pretty amazing. I probably could've left after that and called it good. Music is touching.
The last two weekends in a row I went to Utah. ( guess this is sounding not so simple after all) I got to spend time with my old roommates. I sure love them. I am glad that we are at least within a weekend drive of each other. I took a cute picture of me and Holly and Wendy. We didn't really do anything too out of the ordinary. We had a cook out at Holly and Ben's house and then Wendy went home and me and Sam headed back up to Sue and Michael's for more food on a grill. I love that we have the ride board/bulletin board to find people to come along on our fun lil trip. We met a kid who I actually brought back to utah with me the next weekend. Nice kid from Tooele, which just makes me laugh.
Other things to talk about. Some days I should work harder on my peacmaking skills. I have too much attitude perhaps sometimes in my life...especially when it comes to people being rude/distracting in class. Only one of my classes gets really bad. I sit in the back in all my classes (all 3 of them). One a few occasions I have asked someone to stop texting or whatever, but this day last week I about lost it on this girl. Her and her friend were out of control. I won't even give too much detail. I don't want to get worked up too much. But I maybe spoke out of line, and I was responded to with profanity. MAN ALIVE I wanted so much to put this girl in her place. Instead I started to write in my book. I ended up emailing my teacher. He said he would police the situation a little bit better in the back of the room. I'll survive. My grades are decent. Its my attitude that needs work.
Other things I've been up to... I've decided I want to do medical assisting as a minor and go back to health science as my major. So if all goes as I hope. I'll get an associates degree at the end of this semester in general studies, and then in a couple more semesters get another in Medical assisting and then in a couple more I'll have my bachelors degree in health science with an emphasis in public health. Don't ask me what I'm going to do with it yet. I'll probably just stick to finding an office job in a medical office. That's really the stuff I love, and then continue to do massage on the side. OHHHH
and how could I forget my favorite part of my trip to salt lake. I got a massage from a student at UCMT. Best massage ever. Honestly its probably the first time that anyone has ever done a half body drape on me to. (which may mean nothing to anyone who reads this) It was interesting. She was really good and I was really sore. I gave her my card. She is going to be coming back to rexburg in the fall. She is a BYUI student too. I was pretty excited to meet her. I love it when meeting people comes together so nicely like that. Speaking of meeting people...I have started to talk to some more people in my ward a lil bit more regularly. Hopefully my being on the RS welcoming committee will help me get to know more people too. I just decided, even if its an awkward way to do it ...I was going to start adding people on fb that were in my ward so that I could just be in contact with people from the ward. I think this is all i want to say for now. I have more to write for another day. ps, I need a job still. Not sure how I'm surviving through the summer. hmmm
I get to go see Bill Cosby tomorrow night. I would normally write about an event after it happens, but I will be busy writing a paper for a class. I went to devotional today. Brother Rudy Puzey was the speaker. I wanted to maybe shout RUDY RUDY RUDY a few times, but I remained calm and reverent. But he really did have a great topic and I took a few notes to go back to in a few days. The musical number at the beginning of the meeting was pretty amazing. I probably could've left after that and called it good. Music is touching.
The last two weekends in a row I went to Utah. ( guess this is sounding not so simple after all) I got to spend time with my old roommates. I sure love them. I am glad that we are at least within a weekend drive of each other. I took a cute picture of me and Holly and Wendy. We didn't really do anything too out of the ordinary. We had a cook out at Holly and Ben's house and then Wendy went home and me and Sam headed back up to Sue and Michael's for more food on a grill. I love that we have the ride board/bulletin board to find people to come along on our fun lil trip. We met a kid who I actually brought back to utah with me the next weekend. Nice kid from Tooele, which just makes me laugh.
Other things to talk about. Some days I should work harder on my peacmaking skills. I have too much attitude perhaps sometimes in my life...especially when it comes to people being rude/distracting in class. Only one of my classes gets really bad. I sit in the back in all my classes (all 3 of them). One a few occasions I have asked someone to stop texting or whatever, but this day last week I about lost it on this girl. Her and her friend were out of control. I won't even give too much detail. I don't want to get worked up too much. But I maybe spoke out of line, and I was responded to with profanity. MAN ALIVE I wanted so much to put this girl in her place. Instead I started to write in my book. I ended up emailing my teacher. He said he would police the situation a little bit better in the back of the room. I'll survive. My grades are decent. Its my attitude that needs work.
Other things I've been up to... I've decided I want to do medical assisting as a minor and go back to health science as my major. So if all goes as I hope. I'll get an associates degree at the end of this semester in general studies, and then in a couple more semesters get another in Medical assisting and then in a couple more I'll have my bachelors degree in health science with an emphasis in public health. Don't ask me what I'm going to do with it yet. I'll probably just stick to finding an office job in a medical office. That's really the stuff I love, and then continue to do massage on the side. OHHHH
and how could I forget my favorite part of my trip to salt lake. I got a massage from a student at UCMT. Best massage ever. Honestly its probably the first time that anyone has ever done a half body drape on me to. (which may mean nothing to anyone who reads this) It was interesting. She was really good and I was really sore. I gave her my card. She is going to be coming back to rexburg in the fall. She is a BYUI student too. I was pretty excited to meet her. I love it when meeting people comes together so nicely like that. Speaking of meeting people...I have started to talk to some more people in my ward a lil bit more regularly. Hopefully my being on the RS welcoming committee will help me get to know more people too. I just decided, even if its an awkward way to do it ...I was going to start adding people on fb that were in my ward so that I could just be in contact with people from the ward. I think this is all i want to say for now. I have more to write for another day. ps, I need a job still. Not sure how I'm surviving through the summer. hmmm
Friday, May 18, 2012
No title needed
Sometimes I just need to write when its not required of me. If I only write when I have to I begin to feel like its only ever going to be a chore. When you have to worry about form and content instead of just getting out something that's on your mind it starts to make everything cloudy. So today I write to just dump out whats on my mind. My last few weeks in Rexburg have made me think a lot about my options of what I'll be doing the next year. I wish I could get past the idea of next year and think about next 10 or 20. I don't know why that thought is so scary. I can't even get around to calling someone to ask if my major can be changed. So I don't know if I'll be graduating with an associates degree now or later. Apparently I have too many credits to just easily do a major change. They want a plan with a change. I've thought about switching to medical assisting. I will have to say...everything associated with that major sounds like something I would love to do with one exception: drawing blood. I'm honestly not sure I can do that. I'm not sure I can let people practice on me. Maybe its not the wisest choice for me. I'm still thinking about it.
I'm not sure how much longer I can balance the blessing of being here at BYUI against the annoyances. I realize its a great thing to be here, but I can't for the life me easily get over being around stupidity or immaturity in such large numbers. Its enough in my own personal life...then try to pull in at least 5000 extra cases. I'm too critical. I know. Tuesday is devotional day. I love to hear the speakers but I can't avoid the distractions. I've tried listening on the radio at home and I fell asleep. I did have one good experience, but this past Tuesday was just a super special experience. A married couple sat right in front of me and my friend. I don't know how to comprehend what happened next. The kid couldn't even separate himself long enough to fold his arms for the prayer. And shame on me, I can't even really remember the topic because I'd rather talk about their craziness. They were looking at each other the whole time and blowing in each others' ears and giggling and rubbing each others backs and head and shoulders and...ay yay yay. I looked around and there were some better behaved couples, but man. Baby steps, I'll try again next week. Hopefully I'll have better luck at finding a less distracting set of neighbors. Other things that have made me laugh is just hearing phone conversations sitting in a court yard. I have to think to myself. Does this girl not care if the rest of campus hears her talking about her new boyfriend and how they aren't ready to get married yet? Or does it never dawn on her that the seemingly secret things she is discussing with an obvious good friend might actually be in front of someone who knows him? Maybe it doesn't matter, but such personal conversations had in the wide open spaces of campus crack me up. I don't know how the rest of the community can deal with such crazy kids running around their town acting like crazy fools. A college campus is just a phenomenon wherever you go I'm sure. It's not so much a drinking problem here...but people do enough crazy other things to make up for the lack of alcohol involved.
Another thing I was going to mention was how I wanted to go to Ukraine to do a volunteer program. I got accepted for the fall. I just don't know where I would come up with $3000 in two weeks from now. (passport and paperwork is due June 1st) If I can't come up with the money I don't want to sign a contract saying that I WILL. Its a charitable donation that can be deducted from your taxes should anyone who is reading want to contribute to my cause :) It's a volunteer program to help teach English to kids in foreign countries through a specific method and volunteer/teacher play and interaction. (www.ilp.org) I would love to be able to go do that. It seems like a great opportunity to experience another country and get to make a difference in someone's life in the process. I've known a couple other people who have done it and they have only had good things to say. I have heard of another friend backing out last minute too. I can't imagine I would back out after making such a huge commitment. Especially because I really want to go. They did tell me that most of the other volunteers are much younger so if I was okay with that they would love to have me. I could handle younger girls and guys in smaller doses :) Its all high standard living. As if I was just living the BYU Idaho honor code but in another country. I had thought about selling my car to go, but then there is the whole issue of getting another car when I get back. And where am I going to be going back to too. I guess I really better get on this decision train here pretty soon.
I'm not sure how much longer I can balance the blessing of being here at BYUI against the annoyances. I realize its a great thing to be here, but I can't for the life me easily get over being around stupidity or immaturity in such large numbers. Its enough in my own personal life...then try to pull in at least 5000 extra cases. I'm too critical. I know. Tuesday is devotional day. I love to hear the speakers but I can't avoid the distractions. I've tried listening on the radio at home and I fell asleep. I did have one good experience, but this past Tuesday was just a super special experience. A married couple sat right in front of me and my friend. I don't know how to comprehend what happened next. The kid couldn't even separate himself long enough to fold his arms for the prayer. And shame on me, I can't even really remember the topic because I'd rather talk about their craziness. They were looking at each other the whole time and blowing in each others' ears and giggling and rubbing each others backs and head and shoulders and...ay yay yay. I looked around and there were some better behaved couples, but man. Baby steps, I'll try again next week. Hopefully I'll have better luck at finding a less distracting set of neighbors. Other things that have made me laugh is just hearing phone conversations sitting in a court yard. I have to think to myself. Does this girl not care if the rest of campus hears her talking about her new boyfriend and how they aren't ready to get married yet? Or does it never dawn on her that the seemingly secret things she is discussing with an obvious good friend might actually be in front of someone who knows him? Maybe it doesn't matter, but such personal conversations had in the wide open spaces of campus crack me up. I don't know how the rest of the community can deal with such crazy kids running around their town acting like crazy fools. A college campus is just a phenomenon wherever you go I'm sure. It's not so much a drinking problem here...but people do enough crazy other things to make up for the lack of alcohol involved.
Another thing I was going to mention was how I wanted to go to Ukraine to do a volunteer program. I got accepted for the fall. I just don't know where I would come up with $3000 in two weeks from now. (passport and paperwork is due June 1st) If I can't come up with the money I don't want to sign a contract saying that I WILL. Its a charitable donation that can be deducted from your taxes should anyone who is reading want to contribute to my cause :) It's a volunteer program to help teach English to kids in foreign countries through a specific method and volunteer/teacher play and interaction. (www.ilp.org) I would love to be able to go do that. It seems like a great opportunity to experience another country and get to make a difference in someone's life in the process. I've known a couple other people who have done it and they have only had good things to say. I have heard of another friend backing out last minute too. I can't imagine I would back out after making such a huge commitment. Especially because I really want to go. They did tell me that most of the other volunteers are much younger so if I was okay with that they would love to have me. I could handle younger girls and guys in smaller doses :) Its all high standard living. As if I was just living the BYU Idaho honor code but in another country. I had thought about selling my car to go, but then there is the whole issue of getting another car when I get back. And where am I going to be going back to too. I guess I really better get on this decision train here pretty soon.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Just Blahgging here...
I have heard a lot of people around campus say that they have gotten the assignment to write a blog. Why do I wish I was in that class. I write stuff for my English class and I honestly wonder if its really getting read. I'm not too hurt about it if its not being read, but I wish I had extra incentive to continue my blogging...or vloging for that matter. I think I would really love to sit and tell the stories of my life to a camera over writing them here. I know some people can hear my voice as I type, but not all can. If I could show my expression as well in word perhaps it wouldn't be as intimidating to me to just write out some of the stuff I've learned and the things I've gone through.
I went to dinner with a couple friends. One I know better than the other. So I decided to tell my history of being a student here in Idaho to the girl who didn't know me too well. I was giving dates and filling in cool/interesting stories every now and then. Some with more excitement and enthusiasm than others. I have no idea why I think its fun to tell some stories and not others. Like the time I was dared to take a picture of the kid that worked at the chiropractor (so I did) and later that summer I went to the temple with him and his friends. Why can I not even remember that kids last name right now. I even wrote him a few letters on his mission. Or the time I got a kid fired from a job on my first day working there. (that's a cool story for a good reason) My boss, who was the owner and my old Sunday school teacher, actually called and asked me how my first day went. Turns out I really didn't need to say anything. A prompting in the middle of the night woke him up and made him go to the place we were cleaning and he saw how the night went for us. As he tells it, they would've lost the cleaning contract if he hadn't woken up and gone to check our work. The kid leading me that night never did get to finish the week of work. Or there are the stories of the guys I've somehow gotten myself involved with. I don't know if I should be embarrassed or glad that I never did end up with any of them. Its not until I start telling stories that I realize that I have had quite the multicultural dating experience (online counts right?...for the sake of my stories it does) There was the Peruvian, the Brazilian, the Indian, the African, the Mexican.....those are some of the ways my stories start. The "crazy" is usually another descriptive word I use too. I should be more kind. The only truly clinically "crazy" one was the blind schizophrenic one from Idaho actually. I would never take back any lesson learned but some days why I chose to learn them the way I did. ay yay yay. My self worth and testimony were never challenged as much until I was actually dating. How do you not find out for yourself when someone you are around every day decides to try and convince you that your beliefs are false? I don't know if I'll ever really understand why opposition is so strong. I know we should welcome change but that inevitably means hard times will come. Just a few weeks ago I was up on cloud 9. I knew it would rain me out soon enough. I don't really mean for that to sound depressing or anything. Just that...its time for me to do hard things. I'm having some growing pains I guess. BYU Idaho is a great place. I get that. I like being here most days. I just don't think I have to fake like everyday is a great day. I have been blessed with a few great classmates and a few smiling friendly faces, but I've also been blessed to know what its like to feel alone in a huge crowd. Not a blessing I particularly asked for. I'm not really sure who is reading this, but I don't think it hurts for anyone to. I have to be up in a few hours...best be getting my beauty rest.
I went to dinner with a couple friends. One I know better than the other. So I decided to tell my history of being a student here in Idaho to the girl who didn't know me too well. I was giving dates and filling in cool/interesting stories every now and then. Some with more excitement and enthusiasm than others. I have no idea why I think its fun to tell some stories and not others. Like the time I was dared to take a picture of the kid that worked at the chiropractor (so I did) and later that summer I went to the temple with him and his friends. Why can I not even remember that kids last name right now. I even wrote him a few letters on his mission. Or the time I got a kid fired from a job on my first day working there. (that's a cool story for a good reason) My boss, who was the owner and my old Sunday school teacher, actually called and asked me how my first day went. Turns out I really didn't need to say anything. A prompting in the middle of the night woke him up and made him go to the place we were cleaning and he saw how the night went for us. As he tells it, they would've lost the cleaning contract if he hadn't woken up and gone to check our work. The kid leading me that night never did get to finish the week of work. Or there are the stories of the guys I've somehow gotten myself involved with. I don't know if I should be embarrassed or glad that I never did end up with any of them. Its not until I start telling stories that I realize that I have had quite the multicultural dating experience (online counts right?...for the sake of my stories it does) There was the Peruvian, the Brazilian, the Indian, the African, the Mexican.....those are some of the ways my stories start. The "crazy" is usually another descriptive word I use too. I should be more kind. The only truly clinically "crazy" one was the blind schizophrenic one from Idaho actually. I would never take back any lesson learned but some days why I chose to learn them the way I did. ay yay yay. My self worth and testimony were never challenged as much until I was actually dating. How do you not find out for yourself when someone you are around every day decides to try and convince you that your beliefs are false? I don't know if I'll ever really understand why opposition is so strong. I know we should welcome change but that inevitably means hard times will come. Just a few weeks ago I was up on cloud 9. I knew it would rain me out soon enough. I don't really mean for that to sound depressing or anything. Just that...its time for me to do hard things. I'm having some growing pains I guess. BYU Idaho is a great place. I get that. I like being here most days. I just don't think I have to fake like everyday is a great day. I have been blessed with a few great classmates and a few smiling friendly faces, but I've also been blessed to know what its like to feel alone in a huge crowd. Not a blessing I particularly asked for. I'm not really sure who is reading this, but I don't think it hurts for anyone to. I have to be up in a few hours...best be getting my beauty rest.
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