Somewhat Confused

Yesterday, I left voicemail messages with family members about the news I received. One would think this type of news would motivate a quick callback. But no one has responded.

Class starts Monday. I’ve looked over my schedule and visualized where my classes are.

I wonder what my family members’ schedules are.

I will be way too busy to stay frustrated. But if they don’t call soon, I don’t know, y’all.

We all communicate so differently, and we all have different feelings connected to yesterday’s news. I just want us all to be able to support each other.

It’s a beautiful evening. The clouds are heavy, eager to burst. I walked around earlier after getting a haircut, and a slight breeze began to lift the heat of the day from the ground. It was nice.

While crossing State Street to go to University Mall (after my haircut), I heard someone shout my name from one of the cars waiting for a green light. I turned around, and I saw Senegal Grace sticking her head out of a black SUV, and we chatted for about 5 seconds in the middle of traffic, with me standing on the corner, and her in the middle lane of State Street heading north. Then the light changed, and Senegal Grace said that we’ll catch up sometime. I waved. It was fun.

Now, I’m watching Battlestar Galactica (and for some reason really appreciating the special effects and attention to detail regarding muted or no sound in space) and eating ice cream and wishing at the very beginning of this weekend that it doesn’t have to end.

At least there’s floating down the Provo River tomorrow.

In your face, end of the summer.

Mountains and Me

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Summary of the Past Three Days:

Wednesday
1940: arrived at the Gunthers
met children
bedtime stories, family prayer, etc.
talked politics while eating a turkey sandwich
talked about Africa

Thursday
1000: arrived at the St. George Temple
walked the grounds
went to St. George Town Square
played in a fountain and wading pool
rode a carousel
met random relatives of friends
went to Target
played with kids
had dinner at the Robertsons’
ate Key lime pie

Friday
900: arrived at Zion National Park
became a relayer between rangers
hiked the Narrows
hiked the Emerald Pool Trails
was completely blown away for 8 hours
spoke a decent amount of French
got lost and joked about it
ate soup
played with kids
saw a movie with Jera

Saturday
920: arrived at Duck Creek Village
1000: arrived at the Blowhard trailhead
mountain biked
fell and stuff but still had fun
became altitude sick
ate lunch
2000: drove back to Provo in the rain

Sunday
1230: placed ice pack on left shoulder
wrote short blog post

There are stories and details ahead. But first I have to try to sleep and grow back skin cells.

Good Things That Happened This Week

– met some deadlines

– finished the required reading for a class, almost last-minute

– I got to explain to people who Jimmer is

– saw an interesting French movie

– enjoyed In-N-Out burgers with a friend for her birthday

– did well on a couple of quizzes that weren’t from French class

– wrote a couple fun responses

– no big snafus at work

– treats at work on Friday

– strides in my personal life

– crazy snow on Tuesday

– exercise

– sleep

We’re not focusing on the negative. That’s not this list.

Let’s see what this week brings.

Crêches

It’s December, and I’m trying to get a grasp on the papers due and the finals to take. The next twelve days are going to be crazy, and right now I value my sanity more than good grades. I can accept that I didn’t work as hard this semester, and I know my grades are going to reflect that.

Perspective is in order, because it’s not really finals time: it’s December. Snow frosts the mountains, an appropriate chill clings to the air. It gets dark early, but I still thrive on the same amount of light that I do during the rest of the year. The adjustment becomes more difficult as I get older. It’s not fun.

December makes me miss my friends. I miss how we used to just … be.  Being out here supposedly was a choice for ultimate happiness but between the high points, pure misery stood on my throat. That’s just life, though. We find ways to deal. For now, it’s cranking out papers and cramming history and literature and French into the leftover and obscure folds of my brain. But after finals, it’ll be five days in New York City and a week in Florida. It’s called May’s Semester Incentive Program.

If you’re part of the BYU community that receives the Alumni online newsletter (current students receive it, as well as alumni), you’ve probably seen this video. If you want to skip the quoting of scriptures and commentary, slide over to about 1:55, where you can enjoy the music and photography.

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Happy December.

In A Cave

Karl protects Becky.

Oh, no. Everything is shifting… What would Indiana Jones do?

It is definitely too late.

We spent Saturday and Sunday wandering the Blue Mountains. Caving, base jumping, braving the cold in a haunted hotel. These are just a few photos from Saturday’s adventures at Jenolan Caves – Lucas Cave, specifically. There are so many pictures. Not thousands, but enough. When I get back to the States, I’ll try to post more photos and commentary.  But, when I get back to the States, I’ll only have three days before classes start. Please be patient.

Also, this blog had a very surprising number of hits on Saturday, and I wonder if people were searching for Australia’s election results. What fun timing: I got here in the middle of election season, and I am learning more about how this government works. Yay, culture!

P.S. Remember when I got an A in French 102?

Stuffs Approaching the Weekend

Thursday
– Mom has the day off, so we might hang out.
– go to the bank
– rob it
– make guacamole
– take a trip to New York
– buy a ticket to see New Moon on Friday

Friday
– hang out with Jess and her clan
– see New Moon – NOT the midnight screening as originally planned
– hang out with two married couples
– take another trip to New York

Saturday
– go to the Gator game in the Swamp
– catch up with my friend, Greg
– take a trip to New York
– attend a bridal shower after I turn back time about six hours

Sunday
– go to church
– go to an awkward church singles potluck
– find a boy to make out with
– make out with said boy
– sleep
– sleep
– sleep

Okay, so maybe all the trips to New York will actually be talking with and/or texting friends from the city. I wish I could go, though. I wish I could see the gang. I’d be really looking forward to that, and sleep would come in a close second. Then, making out. Priorities, you know?