What are the Chances?!

Scene 1: In Class Today
(note: my thoughts are in italics)

I was sitting in a new class and the teacher had us get to know the person next to us.
I turn to the person next to me.
Wow, this guy is very attractive.

Him: I noticed you're left-handed. I am too.

Why am I always attracted to left-handed men? Interesting...

Him: You know, I think there is a greater population of left-handed people at BYU. In one of my classes there was a row of seven of us....

And as I got to know him, I'm thinking, Wow this guy sounds amazing! Finally, someone that is attractive and has a great personality.

I was excited. This was the first time in a long time that I actually wanted to go on a date with someone.

He kept talking and then I heard, Bla bla bla...FIANCEE...bla bla bla....

Woah. Wait a minute right there. Did he just say fiancee? Yep. Okay, keep on the smile. Keep nodding. It's happened before, it'll happen again....

Sccene 2: Flash forward one hour to Becky's apartment.
Me: Becky, I fell for someone that was engaged today in one of my classes.
Becky: Yeah, I did that too yesterday. This guy walked in the room and he was SO attractive and he came and sat by me. We got talking and then he mentioned his fiancee and I was disappointed.
Me: Yeah, it's awful.
Becky: When he walked in, I thought, I can't pass this up, so I turned to him and said, "Hey, I noticed you're left-handed and I am too."
Me: That's funny, the guy I was talking to was left-handed also.
Becky (continues on with story): And he said that he thought there was a higher population of left-handed people at BYU and that in one of his classes there was a row of 10 or 12 of them.
Me: Wow...wait a minute...I had that same conversation today. Where was he from?

We compared hometown, hair color, and name and realized...yep, we both fell for the same person.

Who was engaged.

What are the chances of that?!

Okay, for those of you who don't know BYU has 30,000 students. The chances that one person would have a class both with Becky and me are slim. The chances that that one person would sit right next to both Becky and me in those classes are even slimmer. The chances that Becky and I would have this conversation and figure out it was the same person?! Extremely slim.

But do you know what I love about this story? Becky and I both were attracted to the same guy. Which would have been a problem if he wasn't engaged, but I love how it shows that we look for similar things in guys.

I love my cousin Becky. So much. And today I realized one reason why I love her all the more!

10,000

Ten thousand.

That's how many words that have flown from my mind to my fingers to my papers in the last ten days.
And I am pretty sure that is more words than I have actually spoken to anyone in those ten days.

Please.
Someone help.
I'm drowning in academia.

I Quit

When it comes to dating...I quit.

No more of the typical make-myself-go-to-a-social-activity, where I have to meet guys and try and be social.

No more going-on-a-date-and-realizing-I'm-not-interested and the whole trying-to-be-honest-but-not-wanting-to-hurt-someone

No more dang-it-you're-really-wonderful-but-you're-not-the-right-one-for-me.

Oh, and definitely no more of the I'm-really-interested-in-you, but I-just-realized-you're-not-interested-in-me.

No more nights of thinking, "Wow, why am I not on a date?"
No more nights of thinking, "Wow, why am I on this date?"

Two words. I QUIT.

Somebody Has Stepped it Up

So this week is going really well.

My American Humanities professor used my thesis in my essay as an example for the entire class (it just makes you feel so good!).
I did fairly well on two French quizzes (and I conjugated...in French. Much improvement from the Spanish).
I got a perfect score on my religion quiz (Okay, so it was just a conference quiz, but still!).
I am doing things ahead of time.
I am getting up early enough to go for long runs in the mornings (which always makes for a fabulous day).
I am eating healthy.
I actually got a lot out of the devotional this week (it was more entertaining anyway...).
I'm thinking a lot about conference and what I can do better.

So, life is good. I still have a lot to improve on, but do you know what?

I can feel good about my burnt toast and greasy eggs!

P.S. If you didn't get that, read President Uchtdorf's talk from the General Relief Society Meeting. It was fabulous.

Somebody Better Step it Up

So far this week--

I used Spanish conjugations on my French quiz (ha. just in case you were wondering, it doesn't work)
I tried to interpret a poem in Humanities without reading it (curse you Keats...)
I have not done a single bit of reading for my Greek and Roman mythology class...and there's a whole lot of it (I missed the reading on Hades, too...does that mean I'm going there, academically speaking?)
I missed the whole point of the devotional because my mind was wandering the entire time (It was about Hawaii...and apparently leprosy...don't ask...)
And I was late to class this morning.
And it took me way too long to do my homework because I couldn't concentrate.
And I gave up on my reading for American humanities.

Somebody better step it up.

Things a Professor Should Never Say

Yesterday in one of my humanities class my professor was reading through the roll. At BYU, each student's picture from their student ID is printed on the roll to help them identify the students.

He got to my name and read it. I raised my hand and smiled. He then looked at my picture, jerked his head up back towards me and looked shocked. It was slightly uncomfortable.

And then, with the entire class listening, he said, "You've matured."

He really said that.

I know sometimes I look like I'm still in high school.
I know my student ID picture wasn't taken on my most attractive day.
But seriously?!

The floor could have eaten me up and I would not have minded.

Of course, the entire class burst out laughing. I tried to defend myself, saying that perhaps it was because my hair is darker, but it was too late. I am forever doomed for the rest of the semester. I think I can forgive my professor, but I'm not sure yet. It may take some time.

Or I could just wear a disguise to class from now on.

Goodbye to an Ugly Place

It's funny but...

I don't miss your squawking girls next door.
I don't miss your scratching branches at the window.
I don't miss your door that would shake at night.
I don't miss your old brick walls.
I don't miss your cupboards too high to reach.
I don't miss your stained linoleum floor.

Heritage Halls, I don't miss you.

Lasts

Yesterday was a day of "lasts."

I took my last final.
I worked my last day at the MTC.
It was the last day I lived at Heritage.
It was my last day as a freshman.

I'm ready for these "lasts." Sometimes endings are sad, but these endings bring on new beginnings.

Finals Week

I love finals week.

No, really, I do.

I love finals week because:

1. There are no classes
2. You can just study without interruption
3. There is so much anticipation for them that when they are finally here, it is a relief
4. BYU gives out free food in finals week
5. There is a sense of finality (is that a word?) when you finish up a final for a class...it feels so good!

But I'll admit... I will be happy when they are over!

Nearing the End

Tomorrow is my last day of classes.
And my finals will be done...in a week and a half.
That means I will have made it through a year of college!

Which may have been easier than making it through this week...