A Few Weeks in the Life of Kelly Marie

My first two weeks of school are completed. Two more semesters and fourteen weeks remain.

The word on the professors thus far:

1. Richard "Rick" Duerden-Shakespeare
Best class I have ever had. Best teacher. Best subject. Best sense of humor. Best. Best. Best. Best. Best.

2. Zachary "Hutch" Hutchins-American Literature 1800-1865: The American Autobiography
Apparently they found every Benjamin Franklin Autobiography lover on campus and put them in this class. I for one, missed the memo, and am the only person in the class who finds it beyond tedious. Also, my teacher informed us that there is no possible way the receive an "A" in his class. And no, I am not very happy about this at all. But oh, how I will prove him wrong. Or at least somewhat less right.

3. Matthew O. Richardson-LDS Marriage and Family
If you ever need an instant testimony boost, Dr. Richardson is your man.

4. Judy R. Saunders-American Sign Language 201
Is it just BYU, or do all Deaf persons have a great sense of humor?

5. Eric "Rick" Walton-Writing for Children and Adolescents
Being taught how to write picture books for children by a man who writes picture books for a living couldn't have been better planned.

School will be school. I am doing my best to do better than simply survive. But at the Y, it seems that for most of us, survive is all we can do.

Segue.

If you thought that I would ever grow out of my awkwardness, you greatly overestimated the rate of my maturation.

The man who made me fifty dollars richer wandered across my path a couple weeks ago. In fact he wanders across my path so often, that I have invested in a "frequent crossing" sign for him. On this particular night, he was walking with Ettie, while Holly and I scampered on ahead to my car. I unlocked the doors, Holly and I got in, and Mr. PhD chaperoned Ettie ceremoniously to the car. She got in, but Mr. PhD remained at the door continuing their conversation. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel impatiently, and then Mr. PhD leaned in towards the car {although not very far because all I could see was his arm}, "You know Kelly, I haven't forgotten." Referring to the alleged encounter from a few months ago. I stammered to his forearm, "Oh...uh...yeah....that would be kind of hard to forget." Meaning that I had been such an idiot that no one could easily forget that beyond awkward day. Then my elbow, which was resting on my steering wheel slipped and honked my horn. With the final word being my car's, Mr. PhD laughed, closed the door and we sped away into the night.

One day when he's an apostle, I will have great stories to tell.
To all a good Friday!