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Social Dance? More Like Socially Awkward Dance

"Take Social Dance!" they said. "It will be fun!" they said.  hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaHA. Let me define Social Dance for you: a class designed to produce couples. NO JOKE.  Social Dance tradition mandates that when you say the prayer, you have to follow up with your name, your hometown, your major, something interesting about yourself, your idea of a perfect date, and your availability. Still not joking. After the person gives their awkward declaration of availability, the teacher then addresses all those of the opposite gender and says, "Did you all hear that? If you're interested in any of those things, this is the person for you!" Heaven help me when my day comes. And it inevitably will. Social Dance is one of those classes that can either be really awesome or really mortifying. Or both, if you're lucky! Guess what. I'm l…

Shaky, Possessive Fingers

Life Isn't Fair. That's something we've all heard before, and grudgingly accepted. But now, as I look at the things I've experienced and the things I've seen others experience, it's not a matter of fairness, it's a matter of ability. Life is completely fair! It is we that decide if we deserve what is being handed us. It is we that decide how to handle what we've been given.

I am a religious person. I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I believe in God the Father and in His son, Jesus Christ, and in the Holy Ghost. I believe that we are here for a purpose and that God has individual plans for each one of us. I also believe that God doesn't give us anything in life that we can't handle without his help, and if we choose to deny his help, life becomes more difficult and sorrowful than intended. I believe that God is loving and wants to help us learn and grow, and so he gives us opportunities to do so.

Trials and challen…

I Am The Queen of Canned Food

Free food is the nectar of the gods. Events that have free food are always better attended. If you give out free food, you make an infinite number of new friends. Free food is what we live for, breathe for, die for. Well, hopefully not die, but you get the point. If you want to survive in college, develop an affinity for the smell of free food. 
Growing up, I always heard about college being this place where you were either super nerdy and always studied or extremely outgoing and partied all the time. It was a place where cliques ruled supreme and hot guys had nice cars. As my understanding progressed, I realized that the students are stressed and poor and eat ramen every night. As I started preparing for college myself, I was absolutely determined to eat healthily and keep to a well-rounded diet. ha. NOPE. I am the Queen of Canned Food. Before I came to school, I raided my grandmother's pantry and took a big chunk of her food storage. Thank heaven for Mormon food storage! I got e…

The Misadventures of Salsa Man

Imagine being thrown from a car. Okay, maybe not that. Imagine being inside of a car when the brakes are abruptly applied and your body ricochets between the constraint of the seat belt (which you hopefully remembered to click on) and the hard seat behind you. The feeling in your gut of "oh my word I hope my cheap Mexican food stays down" coupled with the seat belt cutting into your chest and the thud of the head rest is something we've all experienced at one point in time. Now, imagine again. Imagine you're standing on the end of a grocery cart, gripping the wires and leaning awkwardly over the groceries, when suddenly you get that same panicked, cutting, thudding feeling. The driver of said-cart decides to stop and reverse all at once and your poor body just cannot take the laws of nature pressing from every point. You end up bent over the cart, hands dented from the metal and feet trying to find their previous place above the small wheels. You regain your footing,…

And of course I look awful.

Water Aerobics.
It's one of those things that you hate as soon as your alarm goes off and then love as soon as you start. I am NOT a morning person, and I knew that having a 7:45 class would be a stretch for me.
My alarm goes off at 7 and I nearly fall off my bunk bed in the attempt to reach the floor without waking my roommate. One of these days I'm gonna miss the ladder completely and just peg the ground with my face. I'll let you know when that day comes. Once my toes touch the scratchy purple carpet, I dig blindly through my clothes until I find my swimsuit and stumble into our happy yellow bathroom. Once I'm clad in my swimsuit, yoga pants, and sweatshirt, with my towel slung over my shoulder, I slump to the kitchen and eat something. Usually I don't really care what I eat; this morning I ate some tortilla chips. Then I begin the journey to the Hart building. Rexburg is generally cold this time of year, but it is ESPECIALLY frigid at 7:30 in the a.m. I'v…