Great quote from yesterday...

"In this last dance, can you describe anything different or interesting you saw someone do?"

"I noticed Lois. No explanation necessary."

...Just because I was the only one flailing all of my limbs...

It has happened...Now I want cake to celebrate.

Today I became an official Elementary Education major. I cannot believe this day has finally arrived.
In other news...I played a great role in participation during my biology class today.
"'Yes, there are thousands and thousands of uses for corn, all of which I'm going to tell you about right now'...Does anyone know what movie that is from?"
Silence in the class.
"That quote is from Tina the Tour Guide who works in the Alamo."
Laura in her best Texan accent: "There's no basement in the Alamo."
"Very good. I can tell you've seen the movie."

I hate breaks.

This is the first semester in which I have changed my schedule after the first day of school.

I added a class on the add/drop deadline.

My teacher of this short block class is probably not going to appreciate that.
I will probably appreciate it less. I have missed the first five classes of eighteen. Hopefully it will not be hard to catch up.
Do you know what this means? This means I work a lot less until October 19. I am possibly down to half the hours as before. Strange. This also means that now on Mondays and Wednesdays I have a four hour block of nothing in my schedule until October 19. This also means that since I finished all my homework that is due within the next week, I have nothing to do. Nothing except to sit on my dad's couch and eat some rolls. (Some amazing rolls. My dad even says so. He's always right.) And listen to the chatter in the main office right outside the door. Listen to one of the girls awkwardly tell all the dudes in the office that "...oh yeah, I'm engaged..." Overhear that one of the dudes has a liver problem. Learn that another office worker consistently does not refrigerate his lunch. All are important facts that greatly enriched my day.
If you live/work/go to school around BYU and you find that you have nothing to do on a Monday or Wednesday anytime between 9 and 1, you should be a good Samaritan and find me. I will probably still be on my dad's couch. I will be the one covered in cobwebs.

Three hours down, one to go.

Don't expect me to make animal noises.

Sometimes as I meander across campus, I watch the golf carts roll by. Their passengers stare at the buildings, gorgeous fauna, and the students.
I cannot help but feel like I am part of a safari exhibit in the zoo where guests travel in the safety of a vehicle through the throngs of animals.
And I am willing to guess that if these travelers held out food to us, we--like animals--would hurry to the cart to snatch up the offerings.