It Was a Roller Skating/Igloo Invading Kind of Night

So, last night was one of the funnest nights of my college experience! My ward rented out an 80's themed roller skating rink for the family home evening.  So, my roommate Ruby and I dressed in our best 80's attire or, in other words, whatever in our closet was neon, and poofed our hair to fit the 80's style.  Yesterday, in Provo, it was -2 degrees.  Ruby and I rode with a friend to the rink and as we got in his car, we realized that the ice from the cold was not on the outside his car windshield but on the INSIDE.  That was a strange phenomenon.  To be perfectly honest, I was a little nervous about the night.  I used to roller blade all the time but I hadn't been roller skating since the 6th grade.  I would have roller bladed but blades cost three dollars and I had left my wallet at my apartment.  The second I fastened by roller skates, I knew I was in for a night of embarrassment.  I hadn't even taken one stride before I fell smack on my rear end.  I sat there for awhile, not knowing what to do.  I got up as quickly as I could and assured everyone that I was fine.  Luckily, a wonderful friend lent me money to buy some blades.  That is when the night became awesome!  I didn't fall again and I was able to skate with a lot of different people. Afterward, as we were driving home, a group of us drove past an igloo! We promptly got out of the car and climbed into the igloo. It was super warm inside!  And to get out of the igloo, you had to slide out.  Awesome.  'Twas a wonderful night.

Let it Snow :)

Though it is expected to be -4 degrees in Provo tomorrow, the snow does provide for an amazing view on my walk home.  Sadly, you can't stare too long because you are forced to keep your eyes on your feet to avoid slipping and completely embarrassing yourself.  C'est la vie. 

Potential as a Mother

All I want to be and have ever wanted to be is a mother.  I see it as such a blessing to be able to bring a child into this world.  Some women resent this opportunity because they feel that they are only viewed as capable of bearing children.  They feel that bearing children is all they are good for.  If having a child was the only reason I was sent to this Earth, I would feel so blessed and honored.  I don't understand why people see being a mother as unsuccessful or a waste of time.  You wouldn't be here without one.  I only wish that people would see being a mother as a blessing.  Who am I, when Heavenly Father has trusted me to raise His children, to refuse that trust?  I hope all women know they are capable of so much, not just having children.  We have talents, we have intelligence, we have personalities.  All of these things decide our potential.  Being a mother is proof that we have potential for no child should have a mother without it.  Luckily, every woman is given potential.  They just need to choose to use it.  And even if having children was all I was destined for, I would rejoice in that blessing. 

Joseph Andrews

Though this is the third semester I have been apart of the English Major, this is the first semester I feel that I belong where I am.  There is something very intriguing about the major.  It definitely takes a lot of brain power.  But that is a good thing.  In my Rise of the English Novel class, I was assigned to read "Joseph Andrews" by Henry Fielding.  While reading, I stumbled upon this quote,

"He hoped he had profited somewhat better from the Books he had read, than to lament his Condition in this World.  That for his part, he was perfectly content with the State to which he was called, that he should endeavor to improve his Talent, which was all required of him, but now repine at his own Lot, nor envy those of his Betters."

What young Joseph Andrews finds is that through reading, he has found that one should not pity themselves on their condition but rather work to improve themselves.  Finding this was interesting because, personally, I have been striving to improve myself rather than hope for the people and circumstances around me to change.  Improving yourself is definitely exciting.  To be honest, I almost resented the idea of having a blog at first.  It seemed like every woman had one.  However, one of my New Year's resolutions was to write everyday.   I figured that was fitting since I call myself  a writer.  The more I thought about what I could write, the more I got used to the idea of keeping a blog.  I don't to update it so that the world can read it.  I just want one to keep track of my thoughts and activities.  It is something I am doing to better myself and to be happy with my condition in life.  I have always felt that I have a pretty great one.

Yummy!

My first meal of winter semester!  I made Brown Sugar, Garlic Chicken and zucchini crisps (meaning they are covered in bread crumbs and Parmesan cheese).  Both of these recipes came from Pinterest, of course. 

And School Begins Again

Winter Semester!
With zero degree weather and a bad night sleep, it was difficult to wake up for my 10AM class.  On top of that, my shower was icy cold and the water pressure was as such that it felt like BB pellets were pelting my back.  On the bright side, I was able to wear my new brown boots and my gray infinity scarf that Santa gave me.  My dark pink hobo gloves finished the out off quite nicely.  After walking up a steep hill in below freezing weather, I was hopeful that the rest of my day would run a little more smoothly....and get a little warmer.
My first class was intermediate French part 1.  My teacher is quirky.  Not the obvious kind of quirky where he is purposefully trying to be witty or unique.  He is more reserved but I found myself laughing constantly.  Thought I am learning the language of love, my execution of the language is not exactly up to par yet.
Second, was Doctrine and Covenants.  My teacher is a spiritual giant.  I made a comment in class today, too.
Shakespeare was next and I could not be more in love with that class...and I have never been a crazy Shakespeare fan.  My teacher took most of class explaining the value of an English major.  So many people have told me that an English major is pointless.  Eat your words, thanks.   Plus, it is a required class for my study abroad!  This April, I will be going to Great Britain and hiking though Scotland, Wales and London!
Finally, I had British Literature part 2.  My teacher listed three rules on the board.
1) You can study literature effectively in a vacuum
2) The knowledge of the class as a whole is more important than the knowledge of the individual
3) Class should never last longer than 15 minutes on the first day of class.
So, after the first 15 minutes, we were released.  It was pretty nifty.
Today was a little chaotic but I have kind of missed being busy.  I would say that today was success!