guilt trips?

Remember that post about Brother Hunt? Well here is a little story that just happened yesterday during English (remember--he has his Ph D in philosophy, and he likes to challenge our minds). And remember, in hypothetical philosophical situations, you must deal with the circumstances, and there are no such things as "what if..."

Bro. Hunt: Lets give you an ethical scenario. You are walking around a pond, the pond is pretty wide, but at its deepest, it is probably up to you chest (for adults). In order to walk around the pond to the opposite side that you are on, it would probably take you about 10 or 15 minutes. As you are walking around the lake/pond, you notice in the very center of the pond there is a child that is drowning, and is unable to stay up much longer.

Now, you have just bought a pair of shoes, and they are the most expensive shoes that you have bought--ever. They cost you about how much you've ever spent on shoes (our class said that people have paid about $500 for a pair of shoes). So as you are walking in your fancy shoes, you see this child. And you notice that on your half of the pond/lake that there are very sharp objects everywhere. There is no way to avoid the sharp objects, but to walk to the other half of the lake. (but walking that distance would take too much time, and you wouldn't reach that child in time) You could take off your shoes and walk through the sharp objects, but you will cut, gash, and ruin your feet, and your medical bills maybe more than the shoes are worth.

So, you have 3 options:
1. Run to the other half of the lake, and save your shoes, but not make it to the child in time.
2. Take off the shoes, walk through the rocks, and save the child.
3. Walk through the rocks with your shoes, save your feet, and the child.

So you we clearly chose to save the drowning child and ruin the expensive shoes.

Then my professor, being a clever one, related this to the Haitian efforts. He asked, "what does a pair of shoes mean to you? There are lots of people who are in need."

(ugh, thats like what my mother does.......
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ahem. Love you mom!)

So we all should donate something monetarily equal to our most expensive pair of shoes, because its the right thing. Donate to LDS efforts here. (yes, Tithing may go to this as well, but think of these Doctors here, who are sacrificing much more than we, are not getting paid, and probably working more than than physically necessary.)

NOT trying to guilt trip you, but if you feel like this is something you could do, then I suggest you do. :)

Beware

....of the girls bathroom in the Romney, bottom floor, second stall.

It locks you in.

Or at least it did to me. As I was doing 'the dance' into the bathroom, I hurriedly hung up my coat and backpack on the stall door, and then noticed that the door was slowly creaking open. I noticed that the lock was not lined up, so I then did some temporary adjusting to make it stay.

Once I was done with my bidness, I put on my coat and my backpack, unlocked {or so I thought} the lock and couldn't open the door. I tried to jimmy the lock. Nothing happened.

I tried my super-human muscles, nothing happened.

I tried to lift the door up while I unlocked it, still nothing happened.

After covering my mouth so the other person in the bathroom wouldn't hear me laughing, I waited until they were done to attempt my escape.

I tried agian to unlock the door, nothing happened.

Then I started to consider my options:
1. crawl underneath the door.
gross
2. crawl under the stall into the door next to me.
grosser, considering I would be crawling in a considerable close vicinity with the John.
3. wait until somebody else came in to help me
embarassing. {could you imagine for a moment. You walk into the powder room and hear, "excuse me, could you help me unlock my bathroom stall? I just can't seem to get it open!" yeah right!}
finally......
attempting to unlock the door one more time before performing option number 1, my normal-human muscles kicked in.

I walked to the sink and washed my hands, and noticed my face was pink. Oh thank heaven nobody else came in.

Brother Hunt

I had a professor pass out today in class.

But before I go into details, I must give you a little bit of a background to help you understand this event.

You see, this professor is a very quirky kind of guy. He literally passes out his papers, throwing them like a bunch of flowers and they rain on our class, we have to collect them off the floor, give them to students who didn't get them, or like myself, nurse a punctured eye lid and recover from blowing a snot string. Really. ( I have a cold).

One student asked a question today about taking LEVRS (or really hard quizzes that are meant to be taken over time) all in one day.

The professors response was, (humorously) "Trevor, get a girlfriend."

Anyway, as my professor was about to "pass out" his papers, He literally fell, like a cartoon, onto the floor and stayed there crumpled up for a few seconds.

After those initial moments passed, I started to wonder if he was really faking it or if it was real. I was trying to think of what my medical assisting training taught about people passing out. All I could remember was saying their name and then proceed to elevate their feet.

Then my professor sat up in a huff and said,

"every time, no one comes to help me...you call yourselves Christian?"

and then more under his breath

"mormons are supposed to be Christians...at least thats what people say"

I think I am going to have a fun time in class.

Buhler...Buhler

I don't know if I spelled Buhler correctly, but I do believe I am going to fit the roll as the person saying, "Buhler, Buhler". Thats right!
After much thinking, I think I have chosen my major! I am going into Secondary education! I don't know what I want to teach just yet, but I think it may be science or english. anywho, I am excited to start taking classes for it and learning how to teach. (did you ever think of it that way, some people learn how to fight fires, some learn how to care, and I will learn how to teach, awesome!)

Sidenote, one of the buildings on campus smells like someone went #1 in the air vents. Seriously. It smelled like that last year, and it still smells like it this year. yuck.

new years

2010...and...BYU-I sophomore year!

SO far I REALLY am loving it! I walked around campus yesterday and I kept on saying to tracie, "wow, it feels really weird to be back, but in a good way"

"holy cow, its sooo weirrrd!"

"I can't believe I'm back!"

clearly, its shocking to be back, but even more shocking news...

I GET ATLEAST 3 BARS OF SERVICE IN MY APARTMENT

now I can talk my peeps without having to walk out into the cold!

also, on campus they are doing a ton of construction, but the new cafeteria that they have built is pretty legit. I feel like I go to a real college when I walk into that place. Funny that the cafeteria makes me feel that way. You'd think that the classes and teachers did. which they sorta do. but not as much.

RAMBLING. sorry

It should be common knowledge that anyone who lives with me is bound to get engaged while we share the same living space. So if you really like that boy, come live with me. I've got the magic!

1 engaged roomate, 5 more to go.

maiden I am

Read Nica's blog first so I don't feel like I'm stealing her thunder.

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Awesome. I hope you read it, BECAUSE....

I am now the only Castle girl who is Single! AND, I'm going to bask in this new found glory.

I am the only "maid in the Castle"

All the 'others' are matrons. (blah. blah. boring!)

Matrons..

maid...

in a foregin land

Here's a little taste of Minnesotan culture:

Language

so, what'cha know? (kinda like "hows it going")

Don't cha know? (translates: "you idiot, weren't you paying attention?!?")

yooouu betcha! ("totally!")

Food

mostly like here.

Except I had venison whenever meat was consumed. There are roughly 200,000 deers hunted in Minnesota during hunting season! see here for more info

But deer is yummy, and a bit gamey, and I can't think of what I'm eating while I chew (jerky is the hardest). Regardless, I feel like a modern cave-woman when I eat it (is that something to be desired?)

Weather

It actually felt warmer in Minnesota than at home. There was zero snow and no frost! When I drove into SLC, I was astounded at the white stuff on the roads.

People

My favorite part about the trip! Elias and I played a TON {eric told me that Elias and Honey both had a new best friend--ME!). Heidi and I talked a lot on our 18 hour drive back! and we also listened to the first part of "The Life of Pi", Heidi and I agreed the one good thing we got out of the book was the line "tom foolery" that was our road trip joke. Eric took me on a little bike ride to UMC where I attended one of his classes, and I was given an assignment!

also, (rachel is going to roll her eyes when I say this)

Heidi and I saw New Moon, the day it came out (without previous reservation), at 7 O'clock in the evening, AND

in the oldest running movie theater in the United States of America.

Here is a taste of the inside, with these booths were just chillin there, but the "Prepayers" (bunch a rich snobs!) got to sit up there.

Just kidding, there wasn't anybody in those booths.

AND i went shooting with Eric. I got to shoot his deer rifle and his Muzzle loader aka the "smoke pole"

Here is a video of the smoke pole

Me and Heidi saw this on the side of the interstate in North Dakota. It was cool

OH one last thing, Minnesotans know how to spell....