I think my iPod is so old, that my mind and its microchip have melded. It has a knack for playing exactly the type of music that matches my mood.
For instance, I'm listening to a playlist with over a hundred songs, maybe 6 or 7 of which are Coldplay, and the rest range from Justin Bieber to B.O.B. ....it is only playing Coldplay. Thanks, buddy.
So why am I in a Coldplay mood? Today is my last day of UVU. The first, one could say, of my goodbyes. I have absolutely loved going here. My professors are amazing. The experience has been phenomenal. Right now, I'm sitting on a very comfy cushion next to a window, blogging to my heart's delight, and a couple girls came up to me with a box of cookies and asked if I wanted one.
As long as I'm talking about food, let me just say that the massive amounts of food available here has been one of my top three sources of nourishment over the last semester. (ANOTHER Coldplay song just came on!! I don't know what's happening!!) I can be walking down the hall, and I'll see a vending machine, and think to myself, "I'll just use the next one" which is probably 20 feet down the hall. Once, I almost bought a drink, and then decided to use the next vending machine, and the next one was like a dollar cheaper. Yeah. And the Pizza Hut here is heavenly. And the cinnamon bagels....oh world...
The fact that I skipped my government class three times in a row and my teacher didn't freak out, the school didn't call my parents, and I did not receive a NG or a TR or whatever they give out now...it feels good.
I love my English class. So much. As I was finishing up my paper and putting together my portfolio last night, I almost started crying because of how much I'm going to miss it. It is the only class I've ever had where the students, collectively, have more power than the teacher. It is also the only class I've ever had where the teacher swears like a sailor and tells dirty jokes. And yes, pornography is still an inside joke for our class. Last time, we had a quiz show. My group ended up crushing all of the other teams, but the competition got pretty intense. Like, it's just a semester long English 2010 class, but I'm going to miss it a LOT. Ah! :(
And the library. I love the library. I'm going to have a lot of fond memories of the library. The ULTRA comfy chairs, hanging out with Matt, and the food....the food!
This blog post is not about food. Okay.
Don't get me wrong. I am WAY excited for BYU. I am so excited to move out, meet new people, and have another great college experience. But UVU has been a lot of fun. And I wouldn't trade the experience I had here for anything that could have happened at Timpview.
So this is my tribute to UVU. For anybody reading this who is considering going to UVU next year, trust me -- it is an AWESOME school. Lots of people think its just a ghetto college for BYU rejects, but that's not at all what it is. It is fun, the teachers are great, and it's pretty daaaaang easy (just sayin).
UVU, thanks for a great semester, and a fantastic first college experience!
BYU....here I come!
Love,
Kaela
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Sunday Post #8
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So last week...I just sat home and watched like...8 hours of TV. And I didn't go to church.
Just like everyone else!!
Okay, that was a bad joke. But wasn't conference great? It's like every six months, we just get this huge refresher of new wisdom and council from our leaders. It is seriously one of the best things ever.
Last conference, I was watching one of the sessions at work when my co-worker told me how one of her friends or something had been talking about how if you watch one talk a week after conference, you'll have re-watched all of the sessions by the time the next conference rolls around. I thought that was so cool! But then I forgot.
I've decided to do it this time around though. I don't think you can get everything out of a talk by just listening to it once. It's like reading the scriptures: every time I read the Book of Mormon, I learn something new. There are a lot of different principles we can learn from all of the different conference talks, and I think they are just as important to study as the scriptures.
So with that in mind, I'm taking the challenge! I'm going to try to re-watch all of conference by October. Wow, that's scary to think. The next time I watch conference, it will not be in my own home. It'll be in Helaman Halls. Ah!
Looks like I'm gonna need all the help I can get!
Love,
Kaela
So last week...I just sat home and watched like...8 hours of TV. And I didn't go to church.
Just like everyone else!!
Okay, that was a bad joke. But wasn't conference great? It's like every six months, we just get this huge refresher of new wisdom and council from our leaders. It is seriously one of the best things ever.
Last conference, I was watching one of the sessions at work when my co-worker told me how one of her friends or something had been talking about how if you watch one talk a week after conference, you'll have re-watched all of the sessions by the time the next conference rolls around. I thought that was so cool! But then I forgot.
I've decided to do it this time around though. I don't think you can get everything out of a talk by just listening to it once. It's like reading the scriptures: every time I read the Book of Mormon, I learn something new. There are a lot of different principles we can learn from all of the different conference talks, and I think they are just as important to study as the scriptures.
So with that in mind, I'm taking the challenge! I'm going to try to re-watch all of conference by October. Wow, that's scary to think. The next time I watch conference, it will not be in my own home. It'll be in Helaman Halls. Ah!
Looks like I'm gonna need all the help I can get!
Love,
Kaela
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Just Take the Time to Stop, Think.
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Today was one of those thinking days.
This is going to be the first of many "everyone is leaving!" blogs, so brace yourself.
Today started out with a decision to make unleavened bread for Easter/my mom's birthday. So it actually wasn't very unleavened. It was just banana...Reese's Peanut Butter Cup...bread. And I actually haven't tried it yet, but I hope it is as delicious as it sounds.
Then I cleaned my house...and my room. My room was a complete disaster. So I started out by picking up my shoes. After that...my room was pretty much clean. I have a lot of shoes.
In my now clean room, I tried to practice breakdancing. I am pretty sure that resulted in two pulled muscles, because I am in severe amounts of pain. 8 hours later.
Then I took a nap. I dreamed that I was lying in bed awake. It was surreal.
Then I tried to work on homework, but let's be honest, I can only take working on my porn research paper in half an hour increments before I go absolutely insane.
And then I went to the international cinema with Yon Soo to watch "My Name Is Khan." I'll admit I went in pretty skeptical, because some foreign movies I've watched have either been really good (Town Called Panic, Hadippa!) or completely weird (Russian Ark...still haunts me).
This is one of the best movies I've ever seen. It made me tear up more than any movie I've ever watched, and I rarely get choked up during movies.
It was the story of a Muslim man with Asperger's syndrome and how his life was changed after 9/11 and his journey to tell the president, "My name is Khan, and I am not a terrorist."
A short plot summary doesn't explain what the movie was really about though. It was a very, very powerful story about love. Not a love story, a story about love. Love bringing people together. Love helping people overcome pain and anger. Love being the real solution.
It was amazing. And it got me in a really somber mood, which is why today was a thinking day.
I came to several realizations about life.
First, God is smart. For the past...ever...I've been praying for two things that, unknown to me, were contradicting each other. The first one was getting into Heritage Halls. Stupid, I know. And I'll admit, I was so angry with Him for not giving me that. Didn't He know how much I wanted it?
Yeah, He did. But He also knew how much I wanted this other thing. That ultimately, I wanted that more than anything else in the world. And, the other thing would be a lot better blessing than living in Heritage Halls.
I know that didn't make any sense. But the point is, my prayers were answered, just not in the way I expected, but still in a better way I ever could have hoped for.
Second, I've been really selfish. I've literally been sitting around only thinking about myself. "I'm going to be so miserable." "Nothing ever goes right in my life."
Yeah, a lot of things are going to happen soon that are going to make me pretty darn sad. Will I cry at graduation? You bet I will. Will I burst into tears during the AP Stats test? I'd say there's a pretty good chance, especially if there is a free response about Type II errors.
I've been pretty worried about May. The people I've grown closest to this year are going to be leaving for a new part of their own lives, and I've been sitting around thinking about how miserable that's going to make me.
And then I realized a couple things. I'm not the only one who is going to go through that. I'm not saying it won't be hard, but I've really been sitting here thinking that I'm the only one who is going to go through that. Which is just plain selfish. This is freaking graduation. Everybody is going to be going through that.
The other thing I realized is that I've been dwelling too much on people leaving instead of enjoying what time we have left. I've been unhappy basically all of the time because I've had exactly the wrong mindset through all of this.
And one more thing: people that I love are going to leave. But, people that I will come to love will be coming into my life, too! I'm going to meet so many people, especially living in Helaman Halls! I can't even express how excited I am for that. It is going to be such a blast.
This is life. Life is full of changes. Some are a lot bigger than others, but learning how to cope with them is just another part of the experience. College, moving out, really will be a new chapter in my life. And I'm going to make it a fantastic one.
Love,
Kaela
Today was one of those thinking days.
This is going to be the first of many "everyone is leaving!" blogs, so brace yourself.
Today started out with a decision to make unleavened bread for Easter/my mom's birthday. So it actually wasn't very unleavened. It was just banana...Reese's Peanut Butter Cup...bread. And I actually haven't tried it yet, but I hope it is as delicious as it sounds.
Then I cleaned my house...and my room. My room was a complete disaster. So I started out by picking up my shoes. After that...my room was pretty much clean. I have a lot of shoes.
In my now clean room, I tried to practice breakdancing. I am pretty sure that resulted in two pulled muscles, because I am in severe amounts of pain. 8 hours later.
Then I took a nap. I dreamed that I was lying in bed awake. It was surreal.
Then I tried to work on homework, but let's be honest, I can only take working on my porn research paper in half an hour increments before I go absolutely insane.
And then I went to the international cinema with Yon Soo to watch "My Name Is Khan." I'll admit I went in pretty skeptical, because some foreign movies I've watched have either been really good (Town Called Panic, Hadippa!) or completely weird (Russian Ark...still haunts me).
This is one of the best movies I've ever seen. It made me tear up more than any movie I've ever watched, and I rarely get choked up during movies.
It was the story of a Muslim man with Asperger's syndrome and how his life was changed after 9/11 and his journey to tell the president, "My name is Khan, and I am not a terrorist."
A short plot summary doesn't explain what the movie was really about though. It was a very, very powerful story about love. Not a love story, a story about love. Love bringing people together. Love helping people overcome pain and anger. Love being the real solution.
It was amazing. And it got me in a really somber mood, which is why today was a thinking day.
I came to several realizations about life.
First, God is smart. For the past...ever...I've been praying for two things that, unknown to me, were contradicting each other. The first one was getting into Heritage Halls. Stupid, I know. And I'll admit, I was so angry with Him for not giving me that. Didn't He know how much I wanted it?
Yeah, He did. But He also knew how much I wanted this other thing. That ultimately, I wanted that more than anything else in the world. And, the other thing would be a lot better blessing than living in Heritage Halls.
I know that didn't make any sense. But the point is, my prayers were answered, just not in the way I expected, but still in a better way I ever could have hoped for.
Second, I've been really selfish. I've literally been sitting around only thinking about myself. "I'm going to be so miserable." "Nothing ever goes right in my life."
Yeah, a lot of things are going to happen soon that are going to make me pretty darn sad. Will I cry at graduation? You bet I will. Will I burst into tears during the AP Stats test? I'd say there's a pretty good chance, especially if there is a free response about Type II errors.
I've been pretty worried about May. The people I've grown closest to this year are going to be leaving for a new part of their own lives, and I've been sitting around thinking about how miserable that's going to make me.
And then I realized a couple things. I'm not the only one who is going to go through that. I'm not saying it won't be hard, but I've really been sitting here thinking that I'm the only one who is going to go through that. Which is just plain selfish. This is freaking graduation. Everybody is going to be going through that.
The other thing I realized is that I've been dwelling too much on people leaving instead of enjoying what time we have left. I've been unhappy basically all of the time because I've had exactly the wrong mindset through all of this.
And one more thing: people that I love are going to leave. But, people that I will come to love will be coming into my life, too! I'm going to meet so many people, especially living in Helaman Halls! I can't even express how excited I am for that. It is going to be such a blast.
This is life. Life is full of changes. Some are a lot bigger than others, but learning how to cope with them is just another part of the experience. College, moving out, really will be a new chapter in my life. And I'm going to make it a fantastic one.
Love,
Kaela
Friday, April 6, 2012
News That Makes Your Heart Stop
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I'm sure that anybody reading this is very well aware of my intense love of the tabernacle, soon to be the newest Provo temple. So I'm really not going to go into detail.
I want to get married there. There is no other temple I would get married in. So future husband, plan accordingly.
This is also known as my "Temple Insurance" plan, making it so I cannot get married until that temple is finished, by or before 2015.
Why Kaela, how did you know that?
http://www.heraldextra.com/news/local/central/provo/lds-church-announces-temple-groundbreaking/article_6f458076-9ef3-536b-848d-72aa3bb26f86.html
Read that, and then understand something. When I saw this article, my heart literally stopped. And I thought, I have to go to that. I must go to that.
You guys, I can't even express how much I cannot wait for that temple to be finished. I absolutely cannot wait to see how absolutely gorgeous the inside will be. I cannot wait to get married inside that temple.
May 12th, 2012. I have to be there.
I'm sure that anybody reading this is very well aware of my intense love of the tabernacle, soon to be the newest Provo temple. So I'm really not going to go into detail.
I want to get married there. There is no other temple I would get married in. So future husband, plan accordingly.
This is also known as my "Temple Insurance" plan, making it so I cannot get married until that temple is finished, by or before 2015.
Why Kaela, how did you know that?
http://www.heraldextra.com/news/local/central/provo/lds-church-announces-temple-groundbreaking/article_6f458076-9ef3-536b-848d-72aa3bb26f86.html
Read that, and then understand something. When I saw this article, my heart literally stopped. And I thought, I have to go to that. I must go to that.
You guys, I can't even express how much I cannot wait for that temple to be finished. I absolutely cannot wait to see how absolutely gorgeous the inside will be. I cannot wait to get married inside that temple.
May 12th, 2012. I have to be there.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Wanna Know What's Awesome?
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General Conference, that's what!
President Eyring's talk basically blew me out of the water.
Elder Holland, as always, radiates spiritual swag.
Seeing people I know in the missionary choir...like Mister David Archuleta <3 <3 <3 I realized that the fact that he is leaving now is perfect, because I have temple insurance, so I definitely won't be married before he gets back, and when he gets back he'll be an RM, so I'll be totally okay with dating him, I'll be old enough to get married, and we can date for a few months so I'll know he's the right guy, by then the Provo Provo Temple will be finished (yes, I refuse to call it the Provo City Center Temple) and then we can be sealed for time and all eternity! All I have to do is sit outside the MTC day in and day out until I see him so I can charm him into giving me his mailing address and then I can dear elder him for two years and I'm already turning into a crazy marriage deprived BYU lady! F;HDA;FHAIFJ!!!
Just kidding...I'm not. If there is one thing I want more than anything from my BYU experience, it is to make sure that I remain sane.
Can't wait for tomorrow's sessions!
Love,
Kaela
General Conference, that's what!
President Eyring's talk basically blew me out of the water.
Elder Holland, as always, radiates spiritual swag.
Seeing people I know in the missionary choir...like Mister David Archuleta <3 <3 <3 I realized that the fact that he is leaving now is perfect, because I have temple insurance, so I definitely won't be married before he gets back, and when he gets back he'll be an RM, so I'll be totally okay with dating him, I'll be old enough to get married, and we can date for a few months so I'll know he's the right guy, by then the Provo Provo Temple will be finished (yes, I refuse to call it the Provo City Center Temple) and then we can be sealed for time and all eternity! All I have to do is sit outside the MTC day in and day out until I see him so I can charm him into giving me his mailing address and then I can dear elder him for two years and I'm already turning into a crazy marriage deprived BYU lady! F;HDA;FHAIFJ!!!
Just kidding...I'm not. If there is one thing I want more than anything from my BYU experience, it is to make sure that I remain sane.
Can't wait for tomorrow's sessions!
Love,
Kaela
Thursday, March 29, 2012
To Be A Scapegoat...
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Last year, I blogged about my Basketball/Volleyball Co-ed class. Now that semester is almost over, I'm realizing that there was a much better class I should have blogged about this year:
My English 2010 class. To go straight from high school to this class every Tuesday and Thursday is like walking into a different universe, where every rule that applied in high school is the complete opposite here. You think I'm kidding...but I'm not.
Take, for example, today.
I went to class, but nobody was in the classroom...because it was pitch black in there. The combined brain power of several college students was not enough to figure out how to turn on the lights. So my professor, Dr. Pepper, walked up, and asked us why we were all meditating outside. Then he tried to figure out how to turn on the lights. Eventually, the man with the Ph.D realized that the light switches were at the very front of the classroom
So we all came in and sat down, and it was awkwardly silent. So somebody suggested that he turn on some music. He pulled up YouTube and decided to play Boyfriend by Justin Bieber. Then he played Friday by Rebecca Black. Finally, he showed us the death metal version of Friday. It was...beautiful.
Before I go on, I should explain something. In 2010 we have to write a research paper for our final project, basically the equivalent of our final exam. I chose to write mine on pornography, or to be more specific, regulating the access to pornography. It is complicated and takes a long time to explain...
so everybody just says, "Kaela is writing about pornography." And everyone thinks it is SO funny. I've even had a couple boys offer to write my paper for me. And the question I get asked most often?
"Hey Kaela! How is your...*wink* research coming?"
Once, I was doing research during class, when Pepper walked up behind me and exclaimed, "Oh my gosh! Kaela's looking at pornography!!" You can imagine the looks I got after that one. (I wasn't, by the way. I have been blessed in doing my research that I have never come across anything obscene/explicit in any way. Academic Search Premier and lds.org are both the two least likely places you will ever find pornography, and also the two places where you'll find the most information.)
However, as of today, I have become the official class scapegoat, thanks to my lovely topic.
It all started when my professor showed us a sample introductory paragraph about sexting...to which my whole class started to give him crap, because we like to bully him mercilessly. His response? Pointing straight at me and yelling, "She's the one writing a paper about porn!!" Everyone thought that was hilarious. It happened again when he accidentally made a dirty joke, and when people started to give him crap all he had to do was point at me and say, again, "She's the one writing a paper about porn!"
Luckily, in that moment the class stood up for me. But the idea quickly caught on. Whenever Pepper said something the class didn't like, even if it had nothing to do with dirty jokes or our papers, all he would have to do was point at me. Even some of the people in my class started doing it. "At least I'm not writing a paper about porn!" is now the new excuse for anything.
I'm not mad about it at all. I think it's funny. And I did get back at my teacher when we started discussing how to incorporate visual aids into our papers. I promised him that I would provide some great pictures. Easily the most inappropriate thing I have ever said to a teacher, but everyone, including him, thought it was hilarious. Actually, he seemed kind of worried. Truth be told, I have absolutely no idea what visual aid I'm going to incorporate into my paper...
Of all the classes I have ever had, I'll miss my English class the most. Even though my class thinks I'm a crazy, racist porn addict, and use me as a scapegoat...I still have fun in that class, basically every time.
College is fantastic.
Love,
Kaela
Last year, I blogged about my Basketball/Volleyball Co-ed class. Now that semester is almost over, I'm realizing that there was a much better class I should have blogged about this year:
My English 2010 class. To go straight from high school to this class every Tuesday and Thursday is like walking into a different universe, where every rule that applied in high school is the complete opposite here. You think I'm kidding...but I'm not.
Take, for example, today.
I went to class, but nobody was in the classroom...because it was pitch black in there. The combined brain power of several college students was not enough to figure out how to turn on the lights. So my professor, Dr. Pepper, walked up, and asked us why we were all meditating outside. Then he tried to figure out how to turn on the lights. Eventually, the man with the Ph.D realized that the light switches were at the very front of the classroom
So we all came in and sat down, and it was awkwardly silent. So somebody suggested that he turn on some music. He pulled up YouTube and decided to play Boyfriend by Justin Bieber. Then he played Friday by Rebecca Black. Finally, he showed us the death metal version of Friday. It was...beautiful.
Before I go on, I should explain something. In 2010 we have to write a research paper for our final project, basically the equivalent of our final exam. I chose to write mine on pornography, or to be more specific, regulating the access to pornography. It is complicated and takes a long time to explain...
so everybody just says, "Kaela is writing about pornography." And everyone thinks it is SO funny. I've even had a couple boys offer to write my paper for me. And the question I get asked most often?
"Hey Kaela! How is your...*wink* research coming?"
Once, I was doing research during class, when Pepper walked up behind me and exclaimed, "Oh my gosh! Kaela's looking at pornography!!" You can imagine the looks I got after that one. (I wasn't, by the way. I have been blessed in doing my research that I have never come across anything obscene/explicit in any way. Academic Search Premier and lds.org are both the two least likely places you will ever find pornography, and also the two places where you'll find the most information.)
However, as of today, I have become the official class scapegoat, thanks to my lovely topic.
It all started when my professor showed us a sample introductory paragraph about sexting...to which my whole class started to give him crap, because we like to bully him mercilessly. His response? Pointing straight at me and yelling, "She's the one writing a paper about porn!!" Everyone thought that was hilarious. It happened again when he accidentally made a dirty joke, and when people started to give him crap all he had to do was point at me and say, again, "She's the one writing a paper about porn!"
Luckily, in that moment the class stood up for me. But the idea quickly caught on. Whenever Pepper said something the class didn't like, even if it had nothing to do with dirty jokes or our papers, all he would have to do was point at me. Even some of the people in my class started doing it. "At least I'm not writing a paper about porn!" is now the new excuse for anything.
I'm not mad about it at all. I think it's funny. And I did get back at my teacher when we started discussing how to incorporate visual aids into our papers. I promised him that I would provide some great pictures. Easily the most inappropriate thing I have ever said to a teacher, but everyone, including him, thought it was hilarious. Actually, he seemed kind of worried. Truth be told, I have absolutely no idea what visual aid I'm going to incorporate into my paper...
Of all the classes I have ever had, I'll miss my English class the most. Even though my class thinks I'm a crazy, racist porn addict, and use me as a scapegoat...I still have fun in that class, basically every time.
College is fantastic.
Love,
Kaela
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Things I'm Going To Miss About High School: Part 3
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THEY DON'T HAVE BAGELS IN COLLEGE.
Okay, that's a lie. I bought a bagel in the library today and it was delicious. Their cinnamon bagels are to die for, even though I'm pretty sure anybody who was watching me eat it probably thought I was some sort of animal disguised as a human.
Maybe it's just a Timpview thing...
Today in Statistics, we were talking about the AP test. I was tempted to say "You should bring us bagels!" but I felt like I would give her a break today. I'm sure I have made that suggestion before. I know others have, and the reaction of the class has always been something to the effect of "YEAH! YEAH MRS. SWEETWOOD YOU SHOULD BRING US BAGELS!"
I mean, Van Orden has brought us bagels before, I always hear about other teachers bringing bagels...nbd right?
In my college classes, I try very hard to make sure nobody knows I'm still in high school. I have a reputation to keep up. Not really. Basically, everybody in my English 2010 class already thinks I'm racist, and after today, they probably all think I'm completely psycho.
We were talking about the last day of class, which is coming up pretty soon, actually. And my hilarious teacher, Dr. Pepper, said something to the effect of, "I really want you all to come on the last day! Not just because there is a 40 point assignment...but maybe I'll bring you something!"
Me (thinking): I should tell him to bring bagels. Everyone likes bagels. Saying something like this is socially acceptable, and encouraged, in my high school classes. Theoretically, it should be alright to say that here.
So I said, "You should bring us bagels!"
What happened next could never have been predicted.
Every single person in the class looked at me, completely confused. Until one girl said, "Bagels? Where the heck did that come from?"
I retorted with a quick, "Sorry about that, I just didn't have breakfast today!" (Note: at this point, it's about 1:30 in the afternoon.) but everybody laughed, so my lie (and it was a lie, I had a bagel for breakfast. So it was like a double lie.) worked.
But in my mind, I was thinking, "what the heck? I thought people loved bagels!" I'm not suggesting that all college students are bagel haters, but seriously, of all the things that are different between high school and college, the bagel incident shocked me about as much as the whole "professors who swear like truckers" and "it's okay to get on Facebook during class."
As if to make matters worse (this really has nothing to do with bagels), Pepper gave us a little assignment to work on during class, but me and my friend had no idea how to do it. So we spend the time speculating on how old we thought our professor was. The second the class discussion started, Pepper called on me to read out my answers...and I burst out laughing. It was this uncontrollable laugh attack for absolutely no reason. I am 100% sure my class thought I was on crack. It took all of the willpower I had contained in me to stop laughing. I don't know why I was laughing. But, it was really embarrassing.
Anyways, college is still fantastic. There are just little quirky thing's I'll miss about high school...but maybe it's the quirky things about Timpview. The more I talk to other people about their high schools, I realize how strangely unique Timpview is. Name one other school that has held a walk-out. Yep, that's what I thought.
Well, life is good! haha.
Love,
Kaela
THEY DON'T HAVE BAGELS IN COLLEGE.
Okay, that's a lie. I bought a bagel in the library today and it was delicious. Their cinnamon bagels are to die for, even though I'm pretty sure anybody who was watching me eat it probably thought I was some sort of animal disguised as a human.
Maybe it's just a Timpview thing...
Today in Statistics, we were talking about the AP test. I was tempted to say "You should bring us bagels!" but I felt like I would give her a break today. I'm sure I have made that suggestion before. I know others have, and the reaction of the class has always been something to the effect of "YEAH! YEAH MRS. SWEETWOOD YOU SHOULD BRING US BAGELS!"
I mean, Van Orden has brought us bagels before, I always hear about other teachers bringing bagels...nbd right?
In my college classes, I try very hard to make sure nobody knows I'm still in high school. I have a reputation to keep up. Not really. Basically, everybody in my English 2010 class already thinks I'm racist, and after today, they probably all think I'm completely psycho.
We were talking about the last day of class, which is coming up pretty soon, actually. And my hilarious teacher, Dr. Pepper, said something to the effect of, "I really want you all to come on the last day! Not just because there is a 40 point assignment...but maybe I'll bring you something!"
Me (thinking): I should tell him to bring bagels. Everyone likes bagels. Saying something like this is socially acceptable, and encouraged, in my high school classes. Theoretically, it should be alright to say that here.
So I said, "You should bring us bagels!"
What happened next could never have been predicted.
Every single person in the class looked at me, completely confused. Until one girl said, "Bagels? Where the heck did that come from?"
I retorted with a quick, "Sorry about that, I just didn't have breakfast today!" (Note: at this point, it's about 1:30 in the afternoon.) but everybody laughed, so my lie (and it was a lie, I had a bagel for breakfast. So it was like a double lie.) worked.
But in my mind, I was thinking, "what the heck? I thought people loved bagels!" I'm not suggesting that all college students are bagel haters, but seriously, of all the things that are different between high school and college, the bagel incident shocked me about as much as the whole "professors who swear like truckers" and "it's okay to get on Facebook during class."
As if to make matters worse (this really has nothing to do with bagels), Pepper gave us a little assignment to work on during class, but me and my friend had no idea how to do it. So we spend the time speculating on how old we thought our professor was. The second the class discussion started, Pepper called on me to read out my answers...and I burst out laughing. It was this uncontrollable laugh attack for absolutely no reason. I am 100% sure my class thought I was on crack. It took all of the willpower I had contained in me to stop laughing. I don't know why I was laughing. But, it was really embarrassing.
Anyways, college is still fantastic. There are just little quirky thing's I'll miss about high school...but maybe it's the quirky things about Timpview. The more I talk to other people about their high schools, I realize how strangely unique Timpview is. Name one other school that has held a walk-out. Yep, that's what I thought.
Well, life is good! haha.
Love,
Kaela
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