I went to my home ward today. See any problem with this? I do. Let me just start off with saying that I adore my home ward. I really do. But I am just getting so tired of hearing “how was your first year of school?” or “how do you like being home?” or “how are you enjoying this rain?” or “do you have a job yet?” or “wow! You made it through your first year of college without getting engaged!” I mean come on people. Of course my first year of college was wonderful, and of course I am happy here at home but I want to be back and of course this rain is a sick joke and of course I have a job (thank goodness!) and really? I don’t know why my entire ward thought I was going to be engaged before I came home from my first semester. One pleasant ward member approached me with a genuinely surprised face as he said “I thought everyone gets engaged at BYU-I their first semester… I guess not!” Ouch. Don’t even worry though. I’m going to the singles ward next week.
Yes, I said it. The singles ward. You know, I think the singles ward gets a pretty bad rep. Why? I don’t know… but everything that is said about it is entirely true. Once upon a time I went with Ashley over Christmas break. I think the only word I can come up with to describe it is zoo. Enough said. Seriously though, the tension and pressure in the air to find a wife is almost tangible. I may just need to pull out that old fake engagement ring.
Right now, I am talking to my dear friend/roommate Kiah who is currently living in China. She is doing very well, and is enjoying the cheap shopping at the big, beautiful malls they have in Beijing. She starts her work this week at a school where she will be teaching English to preschool kids. Go her. She is going to be making bank. I’m pretty jealous. No big deal.
Good news: I start work tomorrow. At 8:30. In the morning. Woohoo! Gavin! I’m coming! Mommy’s coming!
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