Master's Degree? What?

I think I may like this whole no-daytime-class thing. A lot. I don’t start work until 11:00 am. What does this mean? That I sleep in until 9:00 am. Actually, this is a false statement. I am going to be arising in the morning at 7:00 am to go run almost every morning. Why? Because I am taking a Personal Health and Wellness class and I have to. Punch.

Work was uneventful. Except for this one conversation with an attractive man that came into our office:

Attractive Man: “So what are you studying?”

Me: “I am studying Early Childhood and Special Education. But after that, I plan on getting my Master’s Degree and becoming a Speech Pathologist or a School Counselor.”

Attractive Man: *With a look of true disbelief* “Wait… you are planning on getting a Master’s Degree?”

Me: “Yes…”

Attractive Man: *With a look of incomprehension* “So are you married?”

Me: “No.”

Attractive Man: “Are you engaged or have a ‘man’”?

Me: “Nope.”

Attractive Man: “So are you just planning on never getting married?”

Me: “What do you mean? That isn’t something that you exactly plan.”

Attractive Man: *Shaking his head as though as he had never heard of something so stupid.*

Punch. I couldn’t believe that it was that hard for him to comprehend that a girl like me could have goals and plans for the future. It was like he thought that women just don’t plan beyond BYU-I. Because obviously it is our mission and duty to get married before we graduate. Obviously.

After work was a wonderful devotional given by President Clark and “The First Lady.” Seriously. That is what they called Sister Clark in the Scroll. Kinda weird but whatever.

Then I went with Ashley to a Jane Austin class to see if I could add because the class was full. I was hoping inside that I could be added but the first thing the professor said was that he wasn’t adding anyone to his class. I wanted to kick him. But I don’t think that would have gone over well. 

So I left and went up to the Education and Human Development ADC. I was going to try and change my major to Early Childhood and Special Education. But I knew I was going to have to petition because I am over 60 credits. I sat down and started pulling out the paperwork that I had started but she told me I wasn’t going to have to petition. As long as my final credit count doesn’t go over 140, she said they could just change it. Ummmm…. Pretty sure that I was supposed to petition. I don’t really know if she knew what she was talking about. But I didn’t argue with her. Haha. Later, I went over and counted my credits and saw that my final credit count is 145. So I REALLY needed to petition. But since she already changed my major, I didn’t feel the need to point that out to her…

Then I went to my two night classes: Personal Health and Wellness and New Testament. They are both going to be great classes. Except for the fact that it is going to be four hours straight of classes every Tuesday. Hooray.

My bishopbric came over and we all had a lovely chat. I really do love them. Especially Brother Seamons. Because he split his head open by saving a ladybug. Who else would do that? Then... (brace yourself)... I went to I-Night!!! Woohoo! I just love hanging out with brand new freshman. I stood at a booth in the freezing cold trying to get people to sign up for talent. I feel like I deserve a gold star or something. Really.

Munch On This Moment: Your wedding night is not that great. Thanks Brittany for explaining to me why that is.

Six Dollars in Change

I’m really not doing a very good job at this whole blogging thing. Opps. Luckily I get a few free-bees. Whew. Yesterday was pretty uneventful. I woke up and made my 10:00 am flight to Salt Lake. From Salt Lake I took the shuttle to Rexburg. Luckily, I ran into Sally in the airport so we just sat and watched Avatar the whole way down. Nothing to make the trip go faster than by watching a three hour movie.

My roommates all seem pretty great. I’m the baby of my apartment. Which isn’t a bad thing… right?

Today we had a work meeting at 6:45. When my alarm went off at 5:30, the first thought that went through my head was “really Brother Tippetts? Really?” I think my boss thinks he is pretty funny for scheduling a meeting in the wee hours of the morning. Especially when I was up until midnight the night before counting how much money we had in our Disneyland fund. Six dollars in change. Not bad. That could pay for a churro. Or Mickey Mouse sticker.

The rest of the day was great. I went to work for a gazillion hours. I then went to WinCo again (remember: Washington, Idaho, Nevada, California and Oregon) with Ashley and Matt and Matt’s old roommates. It was great fun. I ran into Sam which was nice because I haven’t seen him in a while.

Munch On This Moment: When a girl gets married, family and friends fly in from all over to attend the wedding. Right? Well the next event in her life where people will gather for her is her funeral. Munch on that. 

Nice Hair Cut

Don’t even worry. After Tyler saw what an amazing job I did cutting Jared’s hair yesterday, he asked be to cut his hair. So put a chair in the middle of the kitchen and had Tyler sit down. I took out the scissors and snipped away. It looks pretty good if I say so myself. Too bad the only hair cut I know how to do is a buzz. So if you want me to cut your hair, I certainly can. If you don’t mind the “no hair” look.

Today was a great day. Especially after having coffee/hot chocolate with a Speech Pathologist. I wanted to find out more about what she does and she provided lots of good information. I have been struggling to figure out what I want to do with my life, so I have been meeting lots of people with different professions to find out what is out there. But what I think I have decided is to change my major to Early Childhood/Special Education. Then I’ll get my masters in something useful. But no matter what happens, I’ll be able to teach.

I went to the middle school to eat lunch with Sarah. It reminded me why I left that school in the first place. Oh those three years are memories that I have deleted from my mind. Heaven forbid. Thank goodness I am done with public school.

Tomorrow morning my father will be boarding the plane to go to Massachusetts. On Monday, he will be running the Boston Marathon for the second time. I am so proud of him.

Just One Post Closer...

This week has been a wonderful week. Why you may ask? Probably because I am in Oregon with the greatest family ever. Here are my adventures:

Friday: I woke up to a snowy day in Rexburg. (I know right??) Because of this unexpected weather change, I had to switch my shuttle to the 11:30 one instead of 2:00. I arrived at the Salt Lake airport at 3:30 and waited around until my flight left at 7:30. You want to know what I did? The thing I am great at: people watching. I watched someone gallop down the entire airport because he was going to miss his flight. I watched as a little two year old girl burst into tears and yelled “daddy!” when she got off the plane and saw her dad for the first time. I watched an old lady sloppily eat her sandwich.  I watched an attractive man work on his computer… until I realized he was married. But the best part of the day was when I arrived home in rainy Portland and my family was there to pick me up. It feels great to be hugged by six people at the same time. It also feels great to sleep in your real bed.

Saturday: I went with my mom to Winco (let me enlighten those of you who may be from Utah and do not know what Winco is. Winco is a store that sells food. This food is bought in bulk. This store comes in handy when you have a family of seven people and two teenage boys. It stands for Washington, Idaho, Nevada, California and Oregon. For more information, please go to www.winco.com). I then went and got my hair chopped off. Yes. Chopped. Probably about three to four inches of hair are now missing from my head. My head feels much lighter. I went to my friend Tayler’s wedding reception and ate some pretty good food. But no cake. Then my family came back and we had a family movie night watching A Beautiful Mind. If you have not seen this movie, you must see it. It is probably my favorite movie. I LOVVE it. It made my mother cry. It made me cry. It did not make my father cry. But men aren’t supposed to cry right?

Sunday: What a beautiful Easter day! The sun was shining. I got to play with a baby for an entire hour while her mom and dad sang in the choir during sacrament. I listened to my mom give a wonderful lesson about the atonement during church. We ate yummy food (including ham, yams, a green salad, a fruit salad, rolls, a jello cake and ice cream.) It was quite delicious. My cousin Polly and her husband Abe came over and we had lots of fun. Then Tyler and I went on a walk around Sherwood and talked about our hopes and dreams.

Monday: My mom woke me up early exclaiming that she wanted to watch A Beautiful Mind again as soon as we got the kids off to school. So we did. It made me cry. It made my mom cry. It is probably because we are girls. Then I went down to Archer Glen Elementary school and met with the school Child Development specialist. I was able to job shadow her and visit with her. It was very informative. Then I called HP about my computer. It was still in Idaho Falls. They had not shipped it yet. I (very kindly I might add) told them they better fix the situation or I was setting my dad loose on them.

Tuesday: After we got the kids off to school, my mom and I watched Sarah’s Key. Holy Cow. If you want a movie that will put you in a depressing mood all day, be sure to watch this one. Have you ever heard of the Vel’ d’Hiv Roundup? I hadn’t until I watched this movie. Did you know that during WWII and the holocaust, the French rounded up all the Jews and sent them first to a detention camp in squalid conditions and then sent them to Auschwitz? Well it was a true event in history. I’m going to read the book now. The rest of the day we basically spent on the phone with the HP and FedEx men. I’m pretty sure I was giving myself an ulcer. The problem was that the man I was speaking to couldn’t speak American English. I’m not sure what he was speaking but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t English. But then I went to a pinewood derby that the Young Women did for mutual with their dads. My sister’s pinewood car was shaped like a pencil. It was basically the greatest thing ever and was pretty dang fast. The Denton’s never lose.

Wednesday: Yep… my mother and I watched another movie (can you see a pattern occurring here?) We watched the new Jane Eyre. It was wonderful and makes me want to read the book again. And then… (drum roll please…) we got a massage. Ohhhhhhhh. It was much needed. You see, my father had gotten us both a massage gift certificate for Christmas, but neither of us had used it yet. I’m pretty sure I had to peel myself off of that table. Whoever thought of a massage deserves a gold star. Then I went to Jared and Tyler’s track meet. We watched them run around the track a few times. Tyler did the triple jump but I accidently got him disqualified. How? Well, trying to be a supportive sister, I bellowed out “go Tyler go! Don’t stop! Go!” Tyler stopped and looked at me in disbelief. Everyone on his team looked at me. His coach looked at me. Tyler was not a happy camper. But how was I supposed to know that you aren’t supposed to make a sound while they are winding up and running towards their jump? They should make a rule book for the spectators or something.

Thursday: I went to the Portland Oregon Temple with my mother. Oh what a beautiful temple it is too. There is a new visitor’s center right next to it so we went inside and looked around. It was full of people and missionaries. The church always goes above and beyond with these things. Then we went to Deseret Book and I got a new piano songbook. Woohoo!! But then I came home and saw a note from FedEx saying that my package was here in Lake Oswego. I zoomed down to the FedEx office and almost cried when they handed me my computer. It doesn’t make a buzzing sound anymore and they replaced the entire screen. It is like it is brand new! But the best part of the day was going to Jordan’s 3^rd grade music concert. Don’t even worry. I sang along with all of the songs… because I learned them when I was in 3^rd grade. The music teacher Mr. Greiner looks exactly the same. I’m sure that he is one of those humans that just never ages.

So now after this lengthy blog post, Quinci can’t complain. I’m closer to getting Café Rio baby.