Ultimate Creeper

Winter semester I witnessed a relationship start and blossom.  Two kids in my bio 130 class (and I do mean kids because the girl looks 15) met towards the beginning of the semester and I was sitting right behind them.  Slowly but surely they began to flirt more and more and then date.  By then I had already made friends with the goofiest, funniest kid in the class and we often commented on their relationship.  We made bets on how long they'd last and what they'd tell their kids when they were married.  Every day they would come in holding hands and then share notes in class and we creepily watched from behind.
Well I didn't know what ever came of that relationship until tonight.  I was at the game and it was during a time out so everyone was sitting down, except one group of people in the next section over.  As I looked closer I realized the two kids in my bio class were in that group.  So I watched them and it was obvious what had happened.  Especially after I saw the giant diamond on her finger.
I feel special, like I was part of this successful relationship, even though I was definitely not.  I don't know their names and they don't know mine, but I remember the day they met and the first day I saw them holding hands.  And I saw from a distance their new marriage (or soon to be marriage).  I feel like the ultimate creeper, and I love it.
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Success at the Testing Center

I've taken three tests this semester and all were taken in the testing center.  Winter semester, and spring term I had to take billions of tests, so I've developed a fine relationship with the testing center.  Instead of going to the library or the writing center, or wherever you poor english majors go to write a paper, I get to spend hundreds of hours taking tests.  Yay for Bio!
Anyway, two of my tests weren't even biology tests this year so I don't know what I'm talking about.  The first one: New Testament the second week of school.  I got an A, but so did everyone else so this was less exciting.
Next was molecular biology and I studied for several hours because I thought it was going to be extremely hard.  Turns out I picked the right professor and it was fairly straightforward.  Several questions were "check all that apply" questions so the testing center didn't grade it right.  They said I got an 81.  And then last night I got my real score.... 100%!!!!  I couldn't believe it and I definitely screamed and danced and celebrated by buying candy corn at maceys.
After that high I was ready for my third test, which I took today: Spanish 321.  100 questions and I got a 92.  I missed way more than I should have but I'm pretty happy.
Next week I have my animal diversity test which I'm less than thrilled about.  The professor is scatter brained and so we don't learn anything in class.  And to make matters worse, he got surgery so we had a sub on monday and no class on wednesday.  I went to the review today and the TA is a PHD student from Peru who's really hard to understand.  Also, he didn't have any information from our professor so it was kind of a mess.  Hopefully my success at the testing center wont end here!
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Feelings of Confusion

Poor Annie, boys get in the way of everything.  They are super confusing, especially when you yourself don't know how you feel.  Right now she's going through a situation that I once was in.  Mine was more extreme on one side and not as extreme on the other.  Am I making any sense.  Nope.  I know, I need more sleep.  But let me try again...
I think what this all boils down to is our age.  Boys leave on missions at our age and you may have feelings for those that are gone, but returned missionaries are there ready to date and they don't care about the boys on missions.  As some boys I work with informed me, when a girl says they have a missionary it encourages the RM.  Instead of what it should do, the RM somehow takes it as a challenge.  I'm convinced their goal in life is to make life harder for girls, more complicated.  Now, I don't have a missionary, and I never will have one and most girls technically don't have a missionary, but they write to one.  What's the difference?  I don't know.  Anyway, so when a nice RM comes along, the girl often finds herself trapped.  Shoot, now she likes both and what to do what to do?  Naturally, she dates the RM and wonders what she will do to make it last without getting married before the missionary comes home.  Girls are awful too, but the main source of the problem are those RM's.
Now Annie and I were/are no where near that.  But we share a common characteristic: we're passive when it comes to relationships.  Except this summer I did something towards the end that I'm proud of.  A boy was looking for a rebound after a relationship and I was the convenient choice, but I successfully avoided it.  Success!  Sorry, back to the important thing, I've never regretted having any kind of a relationship.  All were good.  I wish I could still be close friends with all of them (because I've had oh so many), but we all know that doesn't work so well.  So now Annie has to make a decision.  Either way she loses a friend and it kills me to see her go through it.  Well, I sort of know her decision already and it's the one I'm happy about, but it's still hard and I feel bad.  But I probably shouldn't have written any of this, so I'm gonna stop now.
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Muddy Buddies

It's a special day: the beginning of a new weekend full of fresh possibilities.  This weekend is especially exciting for different reasons, but it's also slightly tainted by the fact that I have a test.  Darn BYU (just kidding I love BYU because I've gotten free food almost every day this week).   Anyway, I'm gonna celebrate tonight with Annie and Carson and Muddy Buddies.  And then Annie and I are hiking Timp! Anyone want to join us?
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Spanish 321

So at first I hated this class because I am the only one who hasn't served a spanish speaking mission in there.  On the first day of class our professor was explaining how the class was going to work and everything was pretty simple, but these boys kept asking question after question. After a while I got annoyed and I thought they were idiots that just hadn't been in school for a while so they had forgotten how it works.  But the more I thought about it the more I realized what was up.  They were speaking super fast (faster than the professor) and they were using vocabulary from the countries they served in.  They were trying to show off.  To impress the professor.  So then I just thought they were arrogant idiots who didn't understand that almost everyone gets full participation in those kinds of classes and your grade depends on the exams, not in class work.
That was my original impression, but the more I go the more I like it. I sit in the back corner with two volleyball players that I don't talk to but they make me laugh with their side comments.  Don't worry, I fully intend to become friends with them because I need them to introduce me to #5.  I made a step in the right direction though: wednesday I brought cookies for my presentation and that won them over and then today I made a comment that made them laugh.  Success.
In front of me and to the corner sits the two boys I did my presentation with.  One is super smiley and loves learning spanish and the other one is super grumpy.  They're both nice guys though so I like doing my in class activities with them because I know they wont judge my non-perfect spanish.
On my other side sits B.  Yes, I'm cautious of saying his name.  He's the other way too happy boy that at first drove me insane but now I'm starting to like sitting by him.  He has a baby face and when I told my brother about him (I told my brother about everybody and everything the other day, I've been deprived of talking to people) my brother said I couldn't like another baby face because they all look younger than him.  That's not true, but I never told him I like him.  It's just nice to sit by someone nice who seems interested in my life for non-dating reasons.
Yes, so now I like the back corner of my spanish class.  I'll work on liking the rest of them but it might be hard because I still consider them arrogant.
And for fun... it's brilliant


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Red Rock Relay Part 2

So I got lazy and didn't want to write the rest of the post for the red rock relay but here it is...
Basically my second leg was awesome!  I felt really good and it was nice that it was in the middle of the night because it was cool and the stars were really bright.  I don't remember what my leg was called but it was right after the Spooky Leg, or the leg that runs through where the mountain meadows massacre was.  So I was a little bit spooked out because there were no runners by me, but I just turned my music up really loud and it worked out.  It was slightly downhill, not enough to hurt your knees, but enough to make you go fast.  Yes people, I ran that in just under 8 minute miles.  4.5 miles of it.  For me, that's a big deal because I usually run really slowly.
My last leg didn't go so well.  For those of you that know Zion's really well, you'll know what road I'm talking about.  My leg was 6.2 miles and it was about 90 degrees at 10:00 am.  The first 2.5 miles were all uphill with no breaks.  Every time I  turned the corner I just got more depressed.  It was the road out of Hurricane that leads into the canyon road to go to Zion.  You can ask my family, I was not a happy camper, still happier than my sister McKenzie who yelled at us during her leg, but not happy.  My van stopped about every mile to give me water and to pour it on me.  Right after the last stop, I threw up so I had to flag them down so I could get the taste out of my mouth.  And then I threw up again so it didn't even matter.  The important thing is I did it and I did it faster than I was expected to do it.
Overall, the Red Rock Relay was awesome.  I was really sore and I developed rather painful shin splints, but I had a blast with my family, Annie, and Jonny.  It's my favorite race and I look forward to it every year.  Hopefully next year I won't have to run as far...
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Red Rock Relay

Ok first off, last weekend was amazing!  Friday I went to the Swiss Days with Karli, saturday I went to the story telling festival with my sister and her friend and we listened to lots of great stories while cross-stitching.  I'm an old lady sometimes.  And then Sunday and Monday I was at my cabin.  I read and four wheeled.  Always a good time.
This weekend I'm running the red rock relay with my family and Annie.  We just got done with our first leg and I'm already tired and sore.  I only ran 5.4 miles, but it was mostly downhill and I ran hard, so I have a feeling these next two legs will be tough.  But to keep us going my brother-in-law made us butter balls.  They sound as good as they taste.  Hopefully I'll update on saturday and write about the next two legs.  If I'm not dead that is.
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