It started off pretty typical. You know, the alarm is set to give you a respectable amount of time to get ready in the morning. But come morning time, your brain makes a valid point: you don't NEED that much time. You're a super fast morning-get-ready-er. So you hit that snooze button. Then, in effect, you're running around the house like a crazy woman because--as impossible as it would seem--you didn't give yourself enough time to get ready. Oops.
After packing my lunch and scarfing my cocoa puffs, I head out the door.
World, meet the girl who didn't shower this morning; armed with a coat of mascara and a smearing of eyeliner. But no worries, I did brush my teeth.
Enter first class. There are two really, really excited professors. No, no. That was not a typo--I have two professors, because I decided it would be a FANTASTIC idea to take a six-credit class. Because who doesn't love cramming their brain full of "Transatlantic Literary History" for two hours straight three times a week? Consistent with English major culture, we're also supposed to be excited about the fact that one of our instructors resembles Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Next comes my Marriage and Family class. Here at BYU, they require a certain amount of religion courses for you to graduate. What better time to take a religion course on marriage than, drum roll please, right after you just got married?!? The class is great and surprisingly easy. Why am I surprised it's easy? Well, BYU professors teaching religion have this weird thing where they love to take 2-credit hour classes and make them a pain in your derriere. These classes are supposed to make you happy; instead, they typically run out the butterflies and rainbows and replace them with busy work and memorization. But this guy--he was good. I like him.
After packing my lunch and scarfing my cocoa puffs, I head out the door.
World, meet the girl who didn't shower this morning; armed with a coat of mascara and a smearing of eyeliner. But no worries, I did brush my teeth.
Enter first class. There are two really, really excited professors. No, no. That was not a typo--I have two professors, because I decided it would be a FANTASTIC idea to take a six-credit class. Because who doesn't love cramming their brain full of "Transatlantic Literary History" for two hours straight three times a week? Consistent with English major culture, we're also supposed to be excited about the fact that one of our instructors resembles Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Next comes my Marriage and Family class. Here at BYU, they require a certain amount of religion courses for you to graduate. What better time to take a religion course on marriage than, drum roll please, right after you just got married?!? The class is great and surprisingly easy. Why am I surprised it's easy? Well, BYU professors teaching religion have this weird thing where they love to take 2-credit hour classes and make them a pain in your derriere. These classes are supposed to make you happy; instead, they typically run out the butterflies and rainbows and replace them with busy work and memorization. But this guy--he was good. I like him.
