My DAY -Yesterday (Actually, It was tuesday, I just didn't get to finish this post wednesday)



So, it started off as any normal day does - uneventful, mundane and utterly boring. Don't let that fool you. I went to work bright and early at 6 am, singing and skipping the whole way. (Actually I was sitting in the car eating breakfast the whole way, but that doesn't matter - it's all for a good story.) So I go to work and talk to co-workers Amy and Heather who are great fun as we swap horror stories of dates-gone-wrong. Around 8 o'clock the phones start ringing off the hook and for the rest of the day, we talk non-stop, spouting our spill to everyone we speak as we try to save the world, one student at a time. (With a 90% accuracy rate, might I add.)

So, I work like this until 3:02 and head off to start my journey of Ed Week '08. I trekked across the construction (whose purpose is confidential to everyone on campus) towards the center of campus, debating what class to go to. I decided to venture to the WSC Ballroom to hear "Doing the best you can - a little bit better" for Women - which, I soon found out, was all about surviving your mid-life crisis. I stayed for all of 3 minutes.

Then I decided I'd like to go to the leadership class in the MARB. Well, me being me yesterday, I somehow thought the MARB was the Maeser Bldg. So I make the expedition all across campus down to the Maeser Building, climb up 2 flights of stairs, realize there is only room 420 (no room 446) and there is no one in this building. Then I finally have the sense to look at the map and realize, "duh! the MARB! oh my! how could I be so stupid!", so I walk down 2 flights of stairs, back across campus and head towards the MARB.

Then I realize the class is half over and probably full, so I decided to visit Rob working in his BioChem Lab discovering miracles with feratin. This, was a great idea, except for the fact that I didn't remember what building it was in, let alone the room number (hey, at least I knew it was 200 something). So, I went around quite a few science buildings, wandering in and out of hallways trying to find a hallway and room that looked familiar (I had been there once before). I did this in quite a few builings (actually, all of them, except the one he was actually in), but after getting some stares and 20 minutes later, I abandoned my quest to say hi.

By now the class was over and I was sweaty and tired. I decided to head over to a speaking class, but lo and behold! I head over there, find the classroom and there's no room in the end (inn). Suprise, Suprise. What else could I expect on a day like today?
So, then I decide to go to Bro. Gubler's (my old seminary teacher) talk on Journey's - let's just say I could relate after today's experiences.:) By now I had developed a serious blister, but I wouldn't let that get the best of me, so I headed down to the Smith Field House to hear John Bytheway and Brad Wilcox. It was a great talk on how "If you can laugh at it, you can live with it" (and boy was I ever laughing at my blister, hoping it would get the message - but to no avail!). Afterwards I saw cousin Hyrum and he gave me the will to "climb every stair", up to the WSC. Really, I had to climb those stairs one way or another - they have no sympathy for blisters, but still, it was good to see Hyrum even if his efforts weren't quite that heroic.

So I make my quest all the way from the SFH to the WSC to get a band-aid, every step chafing my blister. I go to the information desk to ask for a band-aid, but whaddya-know? it's closed! so I look around, and all those student advisement centers are closed too! I provoked my blister just to end up staring at dark glass and closed doors - I don't think so! So, I head to the ever-busy BYU Bookstore and ask a cashier if she happens to have a band-aid at her checkout. She informs me that 'no, she does not have a band-aid, but I can buy one at the twilight zone.' (oh really??? how nice. I guess she was just doing her job, but I, a wealthy college student does not want to buy a WHOLE pack of band-aids in an overpriced store, so I can stick ONE band-aid on my foot. thanks, but no thanks.)

So now I'm tired, hungry and band-aid-less. How low can you get?!? I decide that I can't do anything about the band-aids, but I can do something about being hungry and loosing weight. So I decide to multi-task and burn 10 calories while I stand in line for Terriyaki stix for a mere 20 minutes. Then I eat at least 300 calories of a chicken rice bowl and feel like life is complete, as I just gained back whatever calories I had lost. (food does some strange things to you - makes me wonder what they put in it).
After dinner, I decided to be brave and walk band-aid-less to a close class, in, of all places - the MARB. (what else is new?) Luckily, I learn from my mistakes and only had to walk 200 feet instead of 800. I went to a brain development class with lacy. I got a ride home with Reed at 10:15 .

At 10:17 I looked for a band-aid, thinking that 'hey, my dad's a doctor - we got boxes of 'em to spare', but surprise again (i should have seen it coming), we were out! At 10:27, after 10 minutes of tearing about the bathroom and any other place I've ever seen a band-aid, I ever so gently put a beautiful band-aid on my burning blister. At 10:45 my head hit my pillow and I laid awake, trying to fall asleep.


And that, fellow bloggers - is an account of my day.