There’s a new visitor in my window well of doom and gloom this night. It seems to be a very PMS-y mouse… or at least one with 8 different personalities. Right now the personality is the psycho serial killer named Manson as I’m pretty sure he’s eating a hole through my window screen as we speak… and by morning, he’ll have burrowed in through the glass and devoured my left pinky finger. You don’t eat this body in a day! It’s meant to be savoured for at least a century and a half! Pass the bacon!
That aside… and believe you me, I’ve been shrieking every time I hear him rustling the dead leaves and picking at the window screen… how old am I!? We’re going into the 3rd week of fall semester. I have 2 classes again this semester… another English literature class that meets on Tuesday nights from 5 to 8 and a Spanish class that meets on Thursday nights from 5 to 8. They both require mucho class participation and basically make me want to vomit on a biweekly basis. The Spanish class particularly is anxiety ridden. When I get nervous, I have a hard time remembering words in English let alone a foreign tongue.
It’s a broadcast course and our Logan classroom is the main classroom where the teacher resides in person. There are a bajillion television screens throughout the room with people from other cities in Utah. There’s one in Brigham City, Moab, Ephraim, Tooele, Mount Pleasant, etc. So, it’s like we in Logan are Jem (she’s truly truly truly outrageous) and all of the other TV screens are the holograms and the misfits (our songs are better). For most of the class we break into what the teacher calls “pods” (I guess… she teaches the class in Spanish, so basically I just sit there staring at her like a doof-bag while she repeats the same question 800 times hoping that one of the times I’ll be hit by the magical Espanol fairy and suddenly know what the crap she is saying). A pod consists of one member of our Logan classroom (there are only 5 of us) sitting in front of a TV screen where there are a bunch of students from other cities. So, it’s me… and then 10 people from Brigham City on a TV screen, which makes me feel like I’m the one who should be in charge of the group since I’m with the teacher and all by my lonesome on a TV screen. We rotate screens in Logan, but the other cities just sit there and cross their fingers that that one awkward chic doesn’t sit down in front of them. OH LAWSY!
Of course, I’m most likely over exaggerating their thoughts, but what do you expect of me with a psycho serial killer mouse on the loose. Whenever the teacher asks me a question in Spanish I immediately start panicking and then giggle like a 5-year-old on crack cocaine. Teeheheeehheheheheheehheeeeeeeee Breathe in… breathe out… this would be a good opportunity to practice my diaphragmatic breathing and/or hide the cookies… ALL the cookies!
In other OTHER news… we finally got to the Ogden Temple Open House this past Friday. Beautiful temple! Except they had crystal candy dishes in every hallway with NO candy! Grandma B would be appalled.
I’m posting this picture even though Madre’s eyes are closed… you snooze you lose. Also, I am not in the picture… and that makes me happiest of all.
We also had Corbin’s 7th birthday party celebration with the world’s smallest cake. Only because there was peach pie to be had. Who passes that up for cake!?