Some reasons I love Arizona:
I am currently taking English 420: Adolescent Literature. It sounds kind of scary, but it’s actually the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m basically supposed to read 30 high school age books over the rest of the semester. For a girl who loves to read, this class is a dream come true. When I first saw the reading list, though, I was shocked. 30 books? How the heck am I supposed to afford 30 books?? This is when I decided it was time to invest in a library card.
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For all of you that have met my mother, you know what a neat-freak she is. For those of you who have seen my room pre-cleaning check, you know how I have not followed in that particular path. (Come steal my frysauce sometime, though, and then you’ll see how I’m my mother’s daughter. Come on, I dare you.)
There is, however, one trait of my dear mother’s that I have picked up on: Clean Sheet Night.
In my house, Clean Sheet Night was always on Fridays. My mom would take the greatest care in washing her sheets and making her bed nicely afterwards, always doing some sort of tribal chant about her clean sheets. As she crawled into bed that night, she would do so with a giddy grin on her face, murmuring “clean sheets” as she drifted off to sleep. Normally, being the wonderful, loving daughter that I am, I would mock her for this weekly ritual. When I got to college, though, I realized how much I appreciated Clean Sheet Night. I may not do it weekly (I don’t have the time or the money for such nonsense) but, boy do I love my clean sheets.
Clean Sheet Night starts right after I pull the sheets out of the dryer–nice and warm, hopefully smelling like the laundry room back at home (Although no guarantees there. My mother does magic with her laundry and I can never get mine to smell quite the same way. That’s a post for another day, though.) Next comes the ironing. Don’t laugh–this I definitely picked up from my mom. I don’t iron all of my sheets–generally just the top edge that I fold over and my pillow case. And so what if I use my straightener to get them flat? Sometimes a college girl has to do what a college girl with limited resources has to do. After this important step, the bed must be made. It doesn’t matter if I’m getting into it 5 minutes later–the bed must be made with the utmost care. We’re talking army-inspection quality, here. When Clean Sheet Night comes, it’s also vital to slip into bed with clean-shaven and freshly lotioned legs. This provides ultimate comfort as you drift off to sleep, happy and dreaming in your clean sheets.
Yes, I am crazy. Blame my mother.
Dear Rylee circa October 2007,
You’re standing outside the Madsen Recital Hall, an eager ear pressed against the double door entrance on the 5th floor. The voices of angels drew you to this spot, as did Dad when he saw the look of rapture on your face. You’ll stand there for a few minutes, watching Singers rehearse. You know hardly anything about the BYU choirs, but 2 short years, you will.
You’ll know all about those repetitive rehearsals, the hours of practice required for 10 glorious minutes on stage. You will become well acquainted with the Madsen: the organ pipes, the cushy auditorium chairs, the less comfortable lip of said chairs, and the clock on the back wall whose minutes fly by until it is 3:50 and it’s time to walk back home, the tune of the last piece still stuck in your head.
You’ll meet Sister Applonie. You will come to respect and admire her as she inspires you every day not only to be a better musician, but a better person. She will almost make up for Ms. Scholz, even if the mention of your current high school teacher will still make you twitch for a solid year after graduation.
You’ll know yourself better. You’ll realize how much you miss your parents coming to concerts; this will be difficult your first concert–a few tears will be shed. You will realize how music is everything. This realization will hit so hard after your last orchestra concert, you will be convinced you were meant to teach music. Don’t be to disheartened when the Lord steers you a different direction–English will give you the same feeling of fulfillment. But enjoy choir.
You will meet some of the best friends you’ve ever had. You will sing so many songs–beautiful songs, goofy songs, serious songs, and life-changing songs. Your testimony will grow and you will have some incredible experiences.
You don’t know this yet, standing outside the Madsen as a high school junior, but you will. You will.
An Older and Wiser You
PS-The movie Enchanted comes out next month. Prepare to be amazed.