Man.
Finals are rough. Or I would assume that finals are rough. I haven't really taken any yet. I am just studying for them. Tomorrow is my last day of classes officially. Really, I haven't had a class since the 25th. I've gone to class, but it has only been discussions about the finals and what to expect next semester with another class thrown in. I have my first final on Tuesday, then one of Friday, then Monday, then Wednesday. Then I am through. They are supposed to be about 3 hours each of essays. It sounds awful and I sure they will be awful. It is like the Klausuren I had to do in high school. We didn't have mid-terms or any important tests other than a 4 hour behemoth in each class at the end of the year.
I remember we had to fold our paper in half and only write on one side, which left a SUPER wide margin. That drove me crazy because not only was it hard to tell how much you had written, but it just looked so dumb.
SO maybe these tests will be better. We'll see.
Now, I would like to answer my own questions that I posted on my last blog. And also, I would like to announce the winner of the contest.
First the questions:
1) My favorite toy as a kid was probably legos (now I feel guilty calling them that, seeing as I know I should refer to them as LEGO brand bricks or whatever it was). I always wanted a fast Powerwheels. I still think those are cool. I would draw plans in sacrament meeting of clubhouses that had secret slides that would lead to secret garages with Powerwheels and miniature planes. Have any of you ever seen that Donald Duck cartoon where he makes a plane? I would dream about flying around in a tiny plane. I wrote an adventure story once about a guy named Jake (it sounded like a tough name to me) that had a helicopter that blew up and he got into a fast car but the exhaust pipe broke (the exhaust pipe was the only part of the car that I knew, and I wanted it to be accurate).
2) I usually do tell people that they have stuff in their teeth. I always feel so bad though. I get really paranoid, because I think people with food hanging in their teeth look ridiculous (except for you Becky. Probably your teeth are like teflon and nothing even could stick to them. Your food gets so ashamed at the thought that it chews itself in your mouth. Please consider that your certificate of achievement.) It is the sort of thing I always forget to check for. A lot of it might be residual paranoia after dealing with the whole braces-in-high-school thing. I often ate carrot sticks and celery for lunch and it was the worst to find out 3 hours after lunch that you had a huge orange clump of carrot woven through all your front brackets.
I think I should do a post on the merits of humiliation. Seriously, I have been humiliated so many times in my life, it is a wonder I even leave the house. About everyday at school I do something that would make the average person weep. Remind me to tell you the history of my pain.
3) Miss Manners is the greatest. I bet that I like her advice because when you goof up as much as I do, pretty much the only thing you have left to rely on is etiquette. Also, I read it to protect my shins for when I go home and eat with Mom at the table. Not only do I not slouch on the table anymore, Mom, but I know how to respectfully decline invitations to fancy parties without hurting feelings. Ha!
4) If I inherited $10 million dollars from a stranger, the coolest things I would buy would be a little house in Puerto Rico with an attached garage decked out with a workbench, welder, and bike related tools. Then I would go to art auctions and find some cool stuff. I think I would like to purchase old hand drawn maps and get them framed. I would also send you all the raffle prizes a lot sooner. And I would buy a Vanilla.
4.5) I think I would pay off all our school loans and then finish up here. I think I would still try to get a job. Or maybe I would just make my own work, like start a company. A consulting company. A consulting company for cool. I have no idea actually. I was hoping to hear about you all with this question. Pass.
5) My favorite scar is about an inch long on my right hand. It is below the thumb between my wrist and the first knuckle. it is pretty narrow and isn't really visible, but I like it. I got it after playing volleyball. We were using a bungee cord for a net and I took it down and pulled it back so that it would shoot out. I thought it would be funny. The end of the cord had a little metal clincher and it scraped my hand as it passed. I didn't even bleed that much and it didn't hurt either, which is a bonus.
I also like my sweet ankle scars where my stupid sandals cut me real bad and then we went to the dead sea and the stupid salt cauterized my flesh. I wasn't crying, but my eyes watered. Down my cheeks. A lot. But the scars look pretty cool.
My belly button is a nice scar.
I have another scar on my left hand in between my pinkie and my ring finger. It is about an inch long and looks like a frankenstein scar with the cross stitching. Apparently I slipped on some loose gravel when I was a kid. I only know the scar.
I also have a nice scar on my left hip. I left all of the drawers open on one of my dressers and i was stuffing clothes into it, when it tipped over towards me. I probably should have closed the drawers. There was a lamp on the top of the dresser that fell next to me and shattered. I felt ok and I wasn't hurt anywhere even though I fell backwards. I don't even think any of the drawers touched me. I looked down and saw a big section of the lightbulb sticking out of my abdomen. I pulled it out and then I think I started to cry and I'm sure my Mom put a bandaid on it or something, but nothing was wrong. It has left a little scar though. Where I was stabbed in the night.
Awesome.
So I will now declare the winner of the decider of the next blog post:
BECKY!!!! Man... you are like the guest star of this post.
I actually ripped up a piece of paper into little strips with all the names and shook it and picked one. I am in my study nook right now. I think I bothered the kid behind me with the ripping sounds. Also, I am typing a lot more than I would be if I were actually studying. I hope I am making everyone else nervous. Probably they are thinking that I am totally going to dominate them.
So Becky. What should the next blog be about? I hope you realize that you consented to the rules of the game when you made a comment so now the burden is on you for my next post. I should do this more often. I don't have to worry about thinking up ideas.
I would also like to say that it is icy here and I fell twice on my bike riding to school yesterday. The second time was in the school parking lot in front of at least six people. I need to learn to ride a bike better. It is sad because I am also the only kid that rides a bike with a helmet, so I look like I wear the helmet out of neccesity- like I would knock myself out if I didn't wear it. Whatever. Also, since the rear cog is fixed (which means I can't coast- it is like one of those BigWheels that little kids ride) I have to be careful that I don't stop pedalling. On more than one occasion I have hurt myself in front of people leaving and entering the main entrance to the law school. It is like I am destined to never be a symbol of smooth.
is finished with the blogging
4 comments:
Man, I will be so glad when finals are over. The worst is about midnight or 1 a.m. when we are going to bed and you say in a small voice: "I don't know what I am doing here. Everything is terrible. There's not enough time to study. I should never have come to law school."
Then, even though I know you don't feel this way in the day time, and even though I know you are super smart I become despair.com too. In my head I start making plans to support our family by selling stuff on Ebay. Bu then in the morning, you roll out of bed so optimistic and excited about the day saying stuff like, "Sometimes the stuff is so interesting I feel like I'm not even studying." Or, "I could take the finals right now and do awesome on them."
What the heck?
Anyway, I am excited for it to be over. Then we can go to Virginia...
Hooray!
Man, I will be so glad when finals are over, too. More for the reasons that you, Chris, expressed, than for the reasons that Anna expressed.
As to the topic of the next prompt, you should know there's a reason I don't blog. How the heck would I come up with prompts? It seems like a great responsibility---one I would rather fully shirk. And, most of the prompts that I can come up with are about me (which works better for a hypothetical becky blog than for a chris blog).
In honor of the (first) date I went on last night with a boy from my flexibility class (who, btw, was in Jordan Summer 2006 and knows the Palmers), you could talk about your flexibility class experience and/or the people in your flexibility class.
Or, in honor of the lunch date I went on yesterday with a one-time (2001-2002) FHE brother, you could write about people with whom you lost all contact, then resumed contact super-randomly. Or you could talk about the best lunch of all time. Or what you think about the age 33. Or you could talk about how grossed out you are by my admittedly non-Teflon teeth and the fact that when I got back to school, I did, indeed, have a piece of green stuck. But, whatever. I have a second date.
That's all I've got. Good luck with writing an engaging blog entry, and have fun with finals (or visa-versa---you choose).
Dear Chris,
1. I actually read your blog!
2. I remember now how much I like reading your blog. Anyway, I feel like I should go on and on about this for a minute or two so that we can be friends again. See, I know I've been a stinker about your super long blog posts and the (possibly) boring topics, but the truth is, I don't think I ever read the things I thought were boring. The titles just sounded overly intelectual to me and so I veered away out of fright. Sad day for me. Then when I realized that I won nothing in your prize give away and that nobody was sad for me since I don't read your blog often enough I considered it a bit of a wake up call and decided I'd try to read yours more. But it was very discouraging trying to keep up with your every day posts. Then I finally realized about a week or two ago that you were only writing every day because of the 30 in 30 challenge. That made me not so spiteful. Good for you! And then when I saw that you had made this post a few days ago I got on to read it, but then Kendra came to pick me up from campus (that was the day I got the huge blister on my foot which (don't tell) didn't turn out to be so huge the next day anyway) and so I had to stop reading part way through. Then the same thing happened when I started reading it again and Bryan interupted me. But today I finally finished read it! And I enjoyed it very much. I don't know that I'll ever be able to make up for all of your posts that I missed, but I hope my reading this one and leaving you a long apology explanation will be enough reason for you to forgive me. Also, I found the Christmas presents, so that's another great reason to forgive me. Okay, well, I hope we can be friends again. Oh, and I totally understand about the whole braces thing. I'm still subconciously afraid of popcorn and whole apples. Anyway, be good and don't fall too much on your bike. At least you wear a helmet. Hehe...
Chris, I have been kind of down tonight, and reading your blog lifted my spirits. Thank you for being out there in the universe. I'm glad I'm one of your in-law-in-law relatives.
I'm not up to answering all of your questions this evening, but I will say two things:
1. I often have bits of lunch stuck in my teeth, because I never had braces, so my teeth have lots of interesting little crevices for things to be stuck in, and I ALWAYS appreciate when someone kindly mentions the stuck things to me. So when we are together again, please don't feel badly about helping me out.
2. I have two favorite scars. One is on the inside of my right knee - it's a little round thing, and I think it's a chicken pox scar. The other one is on the front of my left knee. It's not really a scar, but it's a bit of pencil lead stuck in my knee from an unfortunate incident at a slumber party in seventh grade.
Good luck with finals! I wonder if you'll use those blue book things...
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