May showers

I’m watching the news and they feel the need to tell me that it was pouring in Provo this afternoon. I don’t need the news to tell me that! I had to run across campus in it and was completely soaked by the time I got to my class, and then had to sit for an hour and a half soaked and cold discussing Oedipus. I am now attempting to warm up at home in sweats. I thought April showers brought May flowers! What do May showers bring? Until then, I’ll attempt to warm up my cold toes.

Spring is in the air

Provo is wonderful in the spring! Classes are smaller, the weather is relatively sunny (although we’re having a little cold episode now), and best yet, there is hardly any traffic. I left my house for the gym giving myself about 10 minutes for travel time. I was there in less than five. I thought maybe I just drove really fast, then it happened again and I wondered ifmy lead foot was getting progressively heavier, until I realized there weren’t as many students on the road anymore. It is a beautiful thing.

I love starting school again because it’s a fresh start. Every new semester or term I vow that I am going to be the most dedicated student. I’m going to be on top of things, going to do my assignments and papers early, I’m going to start studying early for my tests, quizzes etc. I update my ical and color code each class and update my to-do list according to color and date and add in alarms. (All of which I did yesterday afternoon.) But by about the second or third week I have succumbed to my old habits and find myself not ahead but doing everything at the last minute and barely treading water. The other night, instead of getting on top of my schooling which would have been smart, I borrowed a book,

and read the WHOLE thing. I suppose I’m just getting an early start on my procrastination. But then I decided to rededicate myself and update my calendar and was distracted yet again. This is now my third post, and I’m two for three on procrastinating homework. Maybe I’ll get around to reading The Odyssey tomorrow…

Yellow

There’s nothing better than coming home and having no responsibilities.

Today I watched TV. Then I got my hair cut:

Then I went shopping. Then I watched TV some more. (Beckham was on Ellen. Highlight.)

As exciting as it is to not have any responsibilities, with the possibility of lazing about, I still feel a sense of loss now that the semester has ended. I don't quite know what to do. I'm not avoiding homework, I just don't have any to do and feel a little lost. I have no direction because I no longer have classes or homework. Maybe I just need a little more closure than actual finals. Maybe an end of the year party would have helped. Maybe if there were parties, not only would there be a little closure, but everyone would be just a little happier.

But then again, maybe I just think this way because I'm a yellow.

Finals

It seems once a certain age is reached that it becomes necessary in order to be “web-savvy,” to have a blog. Why do I feel the need to have one too? I don’t know. Some say blogs are for married couples and young families. I say my favorite blogs to read are those of single people. It’s probably because I’m single. Perhaps when I someday have kids it’ll be more fun to watch cute little videos of singing toddlers and gurgling infants. In fact, I’ll probably add my own videos and pictures. Until then I’ll just write about the happenings of my simple, single life.

Finals week is well underway and I have one final left. (Actually I’m doing this instead of studying for my last final. Productive.) There is nothing I hate more than classes with ridiculously difficult finals. I was excited to take Writings of Isaiah this semester so that I would gain an appreciation for it and understand it better. The final was basically impossible and incredibly frustrating. I had to prepare 17 essay questions and know a basic summary for all 66 chapters of the book and know various Bible Dictionary terms. Needless to say, I didn’t do as well as originally planned. I want to tell the teachers: Please teach me what I’m going to need to know for the final. It will help me feel good about being a student and it will demonstrate to you what a good teacher you are!

My only consolation is going home for a few days to Eugene, getting my hair cut (which is always an ordeal) and looking at potential new Richey puppies.