Friday, July 8, 2011
~life~
Life's a funny thing, so is what people say. I've been told many times that I'm awesome and that I'm sweet and all these other really nice things. I can't help but wonder, though...if I'm really all these good things that people keep telling me I am (without me asking, by the way), then why is it that no one seems to want me around? For example, the other day one of my facebook friends asked if anyone wanted to go somewhere with him/her. I asked for more details and was completely ignored. Last summer, my other friend would talk to me about things as if I had been there, when in reality he/she had forgotten to invite me. When I go places with people, mutual friends/family will greet, hug, etc the person/people I'm with, and barely glance at me. Stuff like this happens to me ALL the time. I can't help but wonder that if I'm half as epic as people claim that I am, why is there a difference between the way people describe me and the way people actually treat me? I mean, I understand that people occasionally forget, but it feels like more than people just forgetting. Am I the only one who feels this way or does everyone go through this?
good times
I was teaching primary in my ward last Sunday; the topic was how we can all be missionaries. The lesson suggested that I, the teacher, bring in a guest speaker who served a mission and have them talk about being a missionary. I decided to bring in some full-time missionaries and have them talk about how we as members can help them do their job. When I actually got to primary, it was only me and a kid who's family just moved into our ward. The missionaries and I told this cutie about missionary work and asked him questions and stuff. At one point, I told this kid, "I love how smart you are," because he was giving us some really good answers and asking some really good questions. He then told me something to the effect of, "Yeah, people are surprised sometimes at how smart I am cuz I'm only just a kid." Toward the end of the lesson, the elders gave him a couple pass-along cards to give out, and he was SOOOOO EXCITED to make friends and give the cards to them. I told him that when he gave them away, if he wanted more he could ask any missionary for some because they have a bunch more in the trunk of their car, and he got even more excited. It was pretty epic. Good times in primary. :)
Thursday, July 7, 2011
duct tape and jury duty
I was biking to class this morning (I'm taking statistics at DVC...2 more weeks left!) and realized that I hadn't packed breakfast. I thought that since I was going to be late anyway, I might as well stop by 7-eleven really quick and grab something. I ended up being almost 30 minutes late to class, but was able to catch up quickly. Class is almost 3 hours long, 7:30 to 10:20, and we always take a break around 9:00. On my break, I turned in this prerequisite form thing and a copy of my unofficial transcript to DVC so I can enroll in this one English class in the fall, and the lady enrolled me in it right on the spot. I'm #1 on the wait list! This means that as long as I pass the stat class I'm currently in, the English class in the fall, and also the physics class I'm taking in the fall, I'll have my Associate's degree! :D :D :D
On my way home, I needed to use the bathroom kind of badly, so I stopped by this one family in Pleasant Hill 2nd Ward's house (they gave me, this one boy, and their 2 sons who were in seminary with me rides from seminary to school) and used their bathroom, talked to the mom, thanked her again for letting me use their bathroom, and she told me that she's glad that I know that I can come there. :)
When I went to leave, my bike sounded weird when I moved it. I looked down at my bike and realized that my back tire was flat. I walked toward home and tried to be fast because Brother Peers was gonna come over at 11:30 to pick up at least one of my family names and take him through an endowment session tonight. I knew Brother Peers had other places to be after he picked one of my ancestors up, so I didn't want to keep him waiting. While I was walking, 4 bikers stopped/asked me if I needed help, which made me feel good.
I ended up getting a ride part way home from this elderly couple in my ward who live near me and got home about 11:40 and hoped that I hadn't missed Brother Peers, that he was just running late or something. I then took the back tire of my bike off and apart. I realized that the problem was that the 2 patches I put on a couple months ago weren't holding anymore. I ended up putting 4 more patches on before the air stopped leaking, went inside and ate some cookies, and then put my tire back together and on my bike.
It seemed to take forever. I had plans to go to the Red Cross and go through their volunteer orientation this afternoon, so I was kind of rushing. While I was putting it back together, I got 2 messages from Brother Peers saying stuff had come up but he still wanted to pick up one of my family names. I called him back to let him know it was a good time for him to come over and he got to my house just as I was washing the grease, courtesy of my bike, off my hands.
A few minutes after he left, I departed for the Red Cross. I got about half way there and my tire went flat again. I called them and told them what just happened and told them that I was still coming. They told me to come back for the orientation another day, probably so I won't miss anything. I then turned around and spent about half the walk home wishing I had duct taped my bike tire tube. 'Why didn't I think of that earlier?' I asked myself laughing.
When I got home, I stretched and then played on my computer...a lot...still laughing about my day. When my mom got home, she asked me if I had brought in the mail. I hadn't because every time I checked for it, it hadn't come yet. She came in excitedly laughing at me and handed me my first ever jury summons. I'm wondering what an effective way to keep my juror badge visible, like, on my shirt or something would be...duct tape?
On my way home, I needed to use the bathroom kind of badly, so I stopped by this one family in Pleasant Hill 2nd Ward's house (they gave me, this one boy, and their 2 sons who were in seminary with me rides from seminary to school) and used their bathroom, talked to the mom, thanked her again for letting me use their bathroom, and she told me that she's glad that I know that I can come there. :)
When I went to leave, my bike sounded weird when I moved it. I looked down at my bike and realized that my back tire was flat. I walked toward home and tried to be fast because Brother Peers was gonna come over at 11:30 to pick up at least one of my family names and take him through an endowment session tonight. I knew Brother Peers had other places to be after he picked one of my ancestors up, so I didn't want to keep him waiting. While I was walking, 4 bikers stopped/asked me if I needed help, which made me feel good.
I ended up getting a ride part way home from this elderly couple in my ward who live near me and got home about 11:40 and hoped that I hadn't missed Brother Peers, that he was just running late or something. I then took the back tire of my bike off and apart. I realized that the problem was that the 2 patches I put on a couple months ago weren't holding anymore. I ended up putting 4 more patches on before the air stopped leaking, went inside and ate some cookies, and then put my tire back together and on my bike.
It seemed to take forever. I had plans to go to the Red Cross and go through their volunteer orientation this afternoon, so I was kind of rushing. While I was putting it back together, I got 2 messages from Brother Peers saying stuff had come up but he still wanted to pick up one of my family names. I called him back to let him know it was a good time for him to come over and he got to my house just as I was washing the grease, courtesy of my bike, off my hands.
A few minutes after he left, I departed for the Red Cross. I got about half way there and my tire went flat again. I called them and told them what just happened and told them that I was still coming. They told me to come back for the orientation another day, probably so I won't miss anything. I then turned around and spent about half the walk home wishing I had duct taped my bike tire tube. 'Why didn't I think of that earlier?' I asked myself laughing.
When I got home, I stretched and then played on my computer...a lot...still laughing about my day. When my mom got home, she asked me if I had brought in the mail. I hadn't because every time I checked for it, it hadn't come yet. She came in excitedly laughing at me and handed me my first ever jury summons. I'm wondering what an effective way to keep my juror badge visible, like, on my shirt or something would be...duct tape?
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