Just a favorite part of a favorite movie. Watch it. Love it.
Last night was our girl choice stake dance. I wasn’t going to go, but then I asked my good friend Allan Escobar on a whim. He said yes, but only if we could go Latin dancing afterwards. Since I’ve always had fun with salsa and bachata and stuff, I was happy to acquiesce to his request. After going to the stake dance, eating fruit and cinnamon bears covered in chocolate, and deciding the music they were playing was super lame, we blew that Popsicle stand and walked over to the Loft, a dance club in downtown Provo. I had never been before and didn’t quite know what to expect. But guess what?
I had the time of my life.
I don’t know if many people know this about me, but I LOVE dancing. I like going to stake dances, but usually feel like a nerd because I don’t actually know how to dance. However, when you go to Latin dances, everyone knows how to dance. And it is awesome. The best is having an amazing dance partner like Allan Escobar who leads you every step of the way. We like to do as many spins in one move as possible, even if sometimes I almost end up falling on the ground. But seriously. When I said I had the best time, I was being totally serious. I had the BEST time.
And don’t worry–Allan kept telling me how impressed he was by my crazy good moves and how this girl’s honest hips redeemed his faith in white girls and their ability to dance. Yeah, I’m just that good 🙂
I was pretty pumped for the new ward last semester. I had really enjoyed being the ward choir accompanist in my last ward, but I was ready to try something new. I will admit I was a tad disappointed when the ward organists were called (Dang you, Jason Afton Crofts!) but then I was called to teach Relief Society. I had only had a few experiences teaching Relief Society before (one of which was the Law of Chastity lesson–joy of joys), so I accepted with nervous excitement.
Over the next few months, I learned how important comments were and how asking inspired questions was vital to good lessons. More than anything, I learned that I can only provide an environment for discussion–the Spirit is the one that is going to do the teaching. I learned a little bit more each time each time I taught, and gradually became fairly comfortable with the whole process. It was today, though, as I introduced the new George Albert Smith manual, that I really felt like I got it. I felt the Spirit bear witness to me that what I was teaching was true and that I had done it right. I felt like I had finally gotten the hang of teaching and was so grateful I got to teach for the rest of the year.
But, as we all know, the Lord works in mysterious ways.
In the next hour, I was called out of Sunday School to speak with the new second counselor and receive a new calling. While I still am excited to work on the activities committee, I was quite disappointed when I found out I would be released as a teacher. Just when it had finally clicked for me, the Lord pulled me out of there and put me where I was needed somewhere else. However sad I may be, though, I am so grateful for the opportunity I had to teach Relief Society, even if it was just for a short time. I know that the Lord puts us where we can grow, and I’m so happy I was able to grow as a teacher and realize its importance.
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Rylee. Rylee was a sophomore in high school and was still trying to learn how to use a straightener properly. Even though her hair was comparable to a bush, she was still a happy little high-schooler–she always had her bosom friend Tenery Martineau to make her feel better (She had big hair issues, too).
Rylee and Tenery had met the previous year in Ms. Millhorn’s Freshman Honors English class, but their friendship had really blossomed this year in Mr. Steiner’s Sophomore Honors Math class. He was weird, they were weird, and Scott Halbert was weird, so, naturally, they all got along swimmingly. The three students may have even chalked their math teacher’s house one night, but that’s another story entirely–stop distracting me.
One year on Rylee’s birthday, Tenery gave her the greatest gift of all time–monstrously huge Disney princess coloring pages. We’re talking about the kind that folded out and covered the entire kitchen table. Rylee was thrilled because just that morning she had received a brand new box of crayons from her parents (So I’m easily entertained). She went home with Tenery that night and they colored away on those huge pages, simply enjoying each other’s company and talking about how weird Scott Halbert was.
Then a dark shadow fell across the land–Tenery moved. She told Rylee about moving right before their math final, which was a bad idea because all Rylee did was cover those stupid cosine equations or whatever the heck they were in her salty tears. But then Tenery and her dear mother brought Rylee some mango salsa for Christmas and all was forgiven (So I’m easily pleased.) But all the mango salsa in the world couldn’t change the fact that Rylee’s bosom friend was living in a foreign country. (Territory, you say? Nuance.) Rylee continued on, but she still missed her bosom friend.
On her birthday, though, Rylee received a package in the mail. It was in a big box addressed from Puerto Rico, and Rylee knew it could only be one thing–Disney Princess Coloring Pages.
Rylee and Tenery continued their friendship through the years. They spent their first year of college partying it up and meeting friends, their second year of college going to school together at unholy hours of the morning, and their third year of college watching Psych and taking naps after work. Christmas crept up on the two friends, and they exchanged presents. Rylee gave Tenery a pair of crazy socks (she has a sock fettish, ok?) and a pair of dangly earrings. Guess what Rylee got?
Disney Princess Coloring Pages.
At the end of every semester, I am hating life. I don’t want to study for finals, I don’t want to finish my papers, and all I want to do is fall asleep on my super comfy couch while watching Psych. After a nice two week break of doing nothing but sleeping and watching that blessed TV show, though, I found myself feeling the same way I felt when I started classes at BYU my freshman year.
I love college.
The first day of class is always promising. There’s something about getting a new syllabus with your freshly bought second hand books safely in your backpack while the professor hangs out in the front talking about how much fun you’re going to have in the upcoming semester. And the things you’re going to learn! Call me a nerd, but I get so excited at the thought of learning and reading and writing. The first day of class also reinstates my motivation to do well in all my classes and get straight A’s with little shiny star stickers next to m report card. Yes, this feeling will wear off in a few weeks, but hey–might as well enjoy it while it lasts 🙂