Well, this week is officially my fourth week of college. And I'm alive to tell about it. The beginning was a little shaky. There were moments when I was certain I was going to transfer to Oregon State. But, like everyone kept telling me, things DID get better. Now I find myself busier than ever and the weeks are just flying by.
I took my first test on Monday. It was for my Health class. I took it in the testing center, which was a little unnerving at first. You present your ID and what test you need, they give you a test booklet and bubble sheet, and then you go into this HUGE room with desk after desk after desk, where you sit down and take your test. People are walking up and down the aisles, watching to catch people in the act of deception. I got a 94% on it. I was elated. One down, three more to go this week. And as for my first PYSCH test...78%. Not as hot. But hey, a "C" is passing...
Saturday presented me with an adventure. Phil, whose from the hometown and whose family has known my family forever, ran into me at the library. I don't know Phil very well, but nevertheless, he invited me to go up to Salt Lake City with him and his friend, Julia (Jules). Apparently she was in remission from Cancer and we were going to meet a bunch of their friends up there for a nighttime cancer walk. So Jules and Phil came and picked me up Sat. evening and we headed up the freeway. On the way, I find out that Jules is not just your average BYU student. Her father is in fact the newly appointed president of BYU-Idaho. He's the former dean at Harvard Business School. So the family made the, what must have been extremely disheartening, move from Boston to Rexburg, Idaho. Apparently Jules and her friends all worked at Harvard Business School over the summer. What a life...Anway, we met up with Jules' twin sister, her brother and a bunch of other people to do the walk. Following the walk, we headed to downtown SLC where we wandered aimlessly trying to come up with something to do. It's funny how dead SLC is on a Sat. night. I was talking to Lacey, who's going to the University of Portland, and she was downtown Portland Sat. night. The place was hopping! What a contrast between the two cities. So we wandered and finally realized that we were going nowhere, and we climbed back into the car and drove. We just drove. Suddenly, as we are driving through the Ghetto, Little Mexico area of SLC, we decide to pull of and go bowling. It was the most interesting bowling ally I've ever been in in my life. To use the word again, it was "Ghetto." And to think I paid $8 to bowl. It was definitely the most expensive bowling ally I've ever been to. $8 for one flippin game! So yeah, a random bowling experience. Then we drove home and got back to Provo about 12:15 a.m. And that was my exciting night out on the town with a group of people between the ages of 22 and 30. I really felt my age...big 18. Right.
Well, that's the blow by blow of college as it stands this evening. I tried to go to bed. It's 11:00 p.m., and I have a terrible headache, so I thought it would help to get to bed early. Notice the key word I used in the last sentence. "TRIED." Both sets of neighbors are being EXTREMELY loud. One sounds like a hyena, and the others--I don't know what they're doing. So I decided to update the good old blog since I haven't in forever.
Peace out.
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