Boxing is my Thing

I was sitting there in my Early Childhood Development class. It was beautiful and warm outside, and I was staring longingly out the window. I was just thinking about how much I wanted to frolic in the meadow when my professor said something that I really do think changed my life. It was just one word: RAD. Rape Aggression Defense. From March 15^th to the 31^st, twice a week, Brigham Young University Idaho is offering a Rape Defense class in the Hart 204. My life will never be the same. I need to take this class. I don’t think you understand. I will be a beast. I will be terrifying. I will be aggressive. And the best part is that I won’t even need a rape whistle anymore.

We had a power outage today for an hour. It was so dark. Don’t worry though. I went to the BYU-I Center, and it was very well lit. I was pretty terrified walking up there though. The streets were dark, and I was afraid because I didn’t have my rape whistle, and I haven’t taken my Rape Aggression Defense class yet. But please don’t fret. I made it okay.

Today I had a boy who I have never met in my life walk up to me and ask me if I am a boxer. Yes, a boxer. Like someone who boxes in a ring. I told him no and asked him if I looked like one. He told me I did… I’m still trying to figure out if I should be offended or not.

Good news. I am volunteering at I-Night for Spring Semester 2011. Do you know what this means? I am staying into next semester for a few days. Woohoo!