Uh...Oops

This picture was taken through the back window of Abby's car. It
reminds me of a certain Texan who had a similar experience. Apparently
they were a little unaware of the planter box with a tree stump hidden
inside. At least there's another car to blame for my accident.

Are we there yet?!

Hello all. I'm posting to say that I am half way done with my fourth semester at BYU. This is a major sigh of relief. Of the six classes I'm currently enrolled in I like all but one. The one I don't like, borderline hate, is History 369: Travel and Tourism in America. The topic of this class would lead you to think that the class was enjoyable, but you'd be deceived if you thought that. The main reason this class is so bad is the teacher. It isn't so much that she's a bad teacher but more the fact that she thinks she is the bees knees of travel history. Any question you ask can be answered in her book. Fortunately it isn't one of the eight required books to read. Unfortunately she talks about it on a nearly religious level. My friend Abby is also in the class with me and pointed out that she blinks a lot. Not necessarily a bad thing, but the more you dislike someone the easier it is to pick them apart. The real kicker to loathing this class is the reading assignments. As noted before, there are eight novels. Every time we come to class we are expected to have read several chapters from the current book. These readings entail about 100 pages on average and I would rather walk barefoot on glass or hot coals than read these books. I'm going to end this post before I begin to rant about the research paper she has us working on. This is an undergrad class lady! Not a Master's thesis!

Not quite the dyson

This is a Mitsubishi version of the Dyson airblade. It lacks in
comparison in all areas but one: hot air. Perfect solution to numb
fingers.

It's a Hot Spot

Welcome to Liberty Square, my apartment complex. This is the crowd I
could hear outside my window Sunday night around midnight. Why is
there such a crowd? The answer is simple: housing contracts. Liberty
Square is known for being the popular sophomore housing complex which
makes it a little tough to get into. These people started lining up
around midnight Sunday and didn't get in the office until 10 am
Monday. The line extends from the office door (right side of picture)
and wraps all the way along the sidewalk through the middle of the
complex. Luckily I didn't have to wait like this to get accepted. I
was part of a group that got there early and I joined them closer to 9
am. I'm on the hunt for housing for next year but I don't think it's
quite the hassle it is for the younger crowd. Lucky me :)