forget-me-not

It is so strange to be home. Granted, I love, love, love being here, but it is still weird. I was making myself dinner last night and I kept opening the wrong drawer for pots and pans. I forgot how to work our remote control, I forgot how to use our home PC because I have a Mac at school, I forgot there was such a thing as water pressure for showers, but in between all of that forgetting, today I remembered who I am. BYU is so big. I’m from a little town with a little high school and a very small ward. It was hard not to stick out at church or in classes. But at BYU I just get lost in the sea of girls and I just let myself fade into the background. I sit quietly, I don’t do anything wrong, I don’t really talk to anyone, I’m just there. I was beginning to think that that is who I really am. But today at my home ward, I found myself all giggly and peppy again. I cannot even begin to tell you how refreshing it was to feel that again. What makes people act so different at college? I feel like most people go from shy to outgoing, but I took the opposite route. I even told one of my home friends that I’m pretty quiet at school and she was truly shocked. English is the only class I talk in, probably because it is such a small class and it's full of only freshman which seems more safe to me. So, I don’t know what’s going to happen when I leave here again and go back to school. Will I bring a little more of myself with me or just leave it all here in Lake Oswego?

They Want Us in White

BYU gets a bad rap as it is with all the married folk with strollers and hand holding. So the stacks of Bridal Guide in the WIlk and around campus just make it even worse. What is the point of BYU supplying them anyway? For those of us who aren’t married, they just stress us out. Is it a hint that we need to get married faster because we are either single and lonely anyway or dating and the guy is the one who hasn’t popped the question. Why all the pressure? COllege is tough enough has it is. Why not have stacks of Ensign magazines or LDS living stacked in the Wilk? For the women who are engaged and looking for bridal tips they are smart enough to use the internet and I feel like there is always a bridal fair going on somewhere in Provo. Let the women at BYU relax and lets keep the campus a place of learning and not a place of breeding.

Dish Duty

There is no way words can explain what our kitchen has been like this last week, but I will put forth my best effort.  

It all began with putting on a dinner for another apartment of boys.  Cute right?  We were being nice and all by feeding these boys who normally live off of frozen pizzas.  Well, it comepletely back fired. No one did any dishes that night.  The sink was overflowing with dirty pots, pans, and all the normal silverware and dishes.  By wednesday, I was eating my morning cereal out of tupperware and borrowing spoons from other apartments.  By thursday the stench in the kitchen was so bad no one would go in there unless they desperately had to.  Instead of doing homework at the kitchen table, the girls went out to the lobby.  I usually wash my face in the kitchen sink because I hate waiting for the bathroom to open up, well now I was forced to use the bathroom in the basement.  

Each day we all said "okay, cleaning party!"  But nothing ever happened.  I finally was just too disgusted and really didn't want to study for my biology test today, so I started cleaning.  The sinks would barely drain.  One was filled with noodles from the dinner a week before and the other just had random pieces of food clogging it up.  I filled the dishwasher the best I could and then tried to drain the sink.  There were still at least 4 loads to be made, but I took the dishes out of the sink to clean it out.  I turned on the garbage disposal, but nothing happened. Usually when i flip that switch i feel all warm and cozy inside because the grossness just all disappears.  This time, nothing happened.  I was quite distraught.  

Long story short, there was a spoon jammed between the blades.  It took me about ten minutes, but I finally snapped it in half and got it out.  Our kitchen still smells funky and there are still plates and bowls that you can pick up by the fork or spoon that is solidified to it with food.