Guess What?

This semester needs to be over. I'm so done with it and all the crap that has come with it. I don't even care about my classes anymore. The pile of assignments I have right now is about to receive a very angry and impolite tirade about how it needs to shove off. And I'm not exaggerating.

And as for people . . . I constantly feel like I'm always having to second guess myself because I decided to question something or because I don't want to do something. You step one toe out of the expected line and you will have at least three people jumping down your throat about it. Even the people you think are your best friends or who you can trust the most are suddenly at the front of the mob.

Here's the deal: people are all different. Not everyone does the exact same thing, not everyone has the same views. That's the way we were created. All the people moaning about their own opinions not being accepted need to step back and realize they may be the exact same way.

Overall, people just need to get off their high horses and get rid of the condescension. There is absolutely no need for it.  There gets to be a point when you can't ignore it.

I'm done. And forgive the total rant post, but it needed to be said. School needs to die. People need to stop being fake and rude. And I am ready to quit.

Cadbury Egg: Memory #4

There was one day my first year at BYU that I had the worst possible day. Everything went wrong in my classes, with my homework, with my friends, with myself. The only thing I was looking forward to was getting to go swim laps with a friend at the sports building that night.

Even that went wrong.

I got kicked out because my bathing suit was exposing too much of my chest. When I asked Doug what he wanted to do, he decided to stay behind and keep swimming. I fled with extremely hurt feelings and barely able to keep myself under control. After changing and starting the cold trudge back to my dorm, I finally lost it and called my mom.

I ended up sitting under a little overhang by the back entrance and spilling everything to my mom. I sat there and sobbed quite unattractively, praying no one would pass by.

Of course, someone did. A girl walked right by me, giving me a brief glance before rounding the corner. I continued to sob into my phone, now a bit embarrassed, when she came back. She walked right up to me and held out a Cadbury Creme Egg.

"I hope you feel better," she said.

I know I must have looked stunned as I took it from her and thanked her. She smiled and then continued on her way. I couldn't help the small smile on my own face as I looked down at her gift.

Now, every time I see a Cadbury Egg, I smile.

Airport: Memory #3

At the end of my freshman year at BYU, I flew home for the summer. Although sad to be leaving some amazing friends, I was elated.

I got to go home.

I sat at the airport for hours, endured the terrifying plane ride, and then set off into the craziness that is Los Angeles airport, all the while texting my mom with my progress.

As I stood in baggage claim, waiting for my two enormous bags, I could feel the anticipation literally buzzing through my body. I wanted to run to the curb and to my family with a triumphant "Screw my luggage!"

But I didn't have to.

Because I heard my name and when I turned, my mom and my brother were both running through the crowds toward me.

Poisonous: Memory #2

"He has a lot of moles on his back. Did you notice that or is it just me?"

"Well, I have a lot of moles on my back. I'm like a speckled frog."

"Did you know those are poisonous?"

"Moles?"

"No. Speckled frogs."

Blackbird: Memory #1

The song "Blackbird" always makes me think of my dad.

The first time I ever heard the song was as his fingers strummed his guitar and he sang it quietly, almost to himself.

And no matter who is singing it or who covered it, those opening chords always take me back to a ward Christmas party where I was going to sing "Silent Night" as my dad accompanied me. We sat in one of those little rooms off the pulpit and as I'm sure I panicked in some form of stage fright, he sat there plucking gently at the strings and singing softly until I was ready to face the crowd.