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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