I totally know what I am going to be doing for the next 18 months!! that is so good. I am so hackin excited. I should start from the beginning.
Last week was fall break, and I had to go back to cedar city on tuesday. So naturally, my mission call came in the mail on wednesday. Unfortunately I was 260 miles away from my mailbox. I planned to make the drive home on Friday(again,... third time this month. marathon, fallbreak, misson call... wow) I took off on Friday after the Grad Fair (which made me ridiculously excited for grad school) I just need to focus on the mission first, and then grad school. I drove until (of course) I hit traffic in provo. Everyone was waiting at home for me to get through this traffic.... except I wasn't moving too fast.. and then I wasn't moving at all. I was stopped in front of the provo mall for an hour and a half. Needless to say, I was a little anxious. I REALLY wanted to be at home. I finally made it home and all of the family was waiting. They had all guessed where I would go. I grabbed the envelope, and tried to open it. ... it took me awhile to open it with a razor (you would not believe that I was the daughter of a roofer if you looked at my lack of skill with a razor that can cut through tar, and I couldn't even cut the paper efficiently) I opened it up and read it out loud. I was called to serve as a missionary of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in the Bolivia Cochabamba Mission. Awesome!!! I will be speaking the Spanish language, and I will depart for the MTC on Feburary 8th, 2012. I admit that I didn't expect to go to South America. But when I read it, I knew that this is where I am supposed to go.
Cochabamba Bolivia is pronounced just how it is spelled. It is high up in the Andes Mountains. 8400 feet above sea level. (salt lake city is at 4200 ft.) Bolivia is above Argentina and to the left of Brazil. And! Cochabamba has a temple! yes!! The church has a pretty strong base in Bolivia. Cochabamba is known for its mild climate because it is so close to the equator. One website said the winter low is 61 degrees and the summer high is 78 degrees. also known as the "City of Eternal Spring" I can't even wait. I will be in the Provo MTC for three weeks, and then I will go to the Lima, Peru MTC for six weeks to help with the transition. I really should have taken more than two years of jr. high spanish... crap. Hopefully, I will pick it up quickly. I am just excited to go!! I hope that I will do well. So ya, I am headed back to SUU to finish this semester, and then I will only have a brief wait until I start the best part of my life!!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
I ran a Marathon.
I totally did it. I am so glad that the marathon is over. Believe it or not, but the marathon was only a portion of my crazy weekend. Maybe I should start from the beginning...
I took off for home after my friday classes. The traffic and construction was horrible in Utah Valley (as usual). I get home and I am able to talk with my mom for awhile. I just can't wait to run this race. I realize that it is still raining and it is freakin cold outside... wait... what if it doesn't warm up before five a.m. tomorrow morning? ... crap. So I frantically try to find something warm to wear for tomorrow. My mother and I also have to drive up to Layton to get my information packet the night before the race. So by the time I am done with all of the driving it is time to go to bed.
You know how you really try to sleep, but you are so worried you are going to sleep in?! I could not sleep well that whole night. I had to wake up at three in the morning in order to catch the bus to the starting line. I bolted awake every time anyone made any noise during the night. (longest night of my life) I finally woke up and started to get ready. My mom woke up to see me off to Layton. She was the only one who was going to be waiting at the finish line.
I am driving to Layton and jamming to sweet music at four in the morning. It is raining and really really cold. I go through my mental checklist to make sure that I have all of my warm clothes, and then I realize something...... where is my ipod? where is my ipod? Where IS my HACKIN Ipod???!!!! noooooooooooo. I had left it at home, but I didn't have time to turn around and go get it... Needless to say, I had a mini breakdown in the car. How could I be so dumb? I had been training for four months with the ipod. crap.
I got there, and wow! it was still beyond cold. I immediately started to shiver uncontrollably. I hop on this bus, and drive to the starting line. The bus driver got lost on antelope island so we had to turn around a couple of times, so the ride seemed to go on forever!! (the long bus ride did not do my self confidence any good.) I had some doubts on what the heck was I doing on this bus, with open windows blowing in freezing wind, about to run a marathon. We get to the starting line and there is one heater for all of the people to share... ugh. Someone gave me a foil space blanket because I looked so pathetically cold. We waited for 45 minutes... I finally started running at six thirty. (still cold) I felt great for the first 13 miles. My pace was good, but then my hamstrings started to tighten up. I pushed through it though. Those gel packets are disgusting by the way, ew. So I hit my wall around mile 21. I had no idea how I was going to run another five miles. my hamstrings were starting to give out, and I was still cold enough that I didn't take off any of my layers. I only ever slowed down at the drink stations in order to get some gatorade. yes! I ran through the finish line at exactly 5 hours! I had just run in silence for five hours... wow. They gave me a medal and a fat boy ice cream... ICE cream? ugh, but i ate it anyways. It was cold, I was cold, I truly didn't care anymore... about anything but breathing. I pretty much crawled to my car and had to drive myself back to murray.
I got home and took a fantastic hot bath... best part of my weekend. I started packing up because my mom wanted to drive down to St. George to watch my dad play volleyball in the Huntsman Sr. Games. So we take off for St. George. (mental note: do not sit in a car for four hours after running a marathon) O man I died in the car. Longest drive of my life. We got to Cedar City to grab some sunday clothes. We were in a hurry, because we were goin to be late for my dad's last game. I realize that my room smells.... like mildew? and my toilet is broken. But we didn't have time to wonder, and so we just took off. I sped all the way to st. george and got there for the last half of the last game. As we sit down my dad comes over to talk to us... He says that they just changed the lineup... my dad was not going to play this last game... ... I sat in a car for four hours after running a marathon just to see my dad sit bench!! arghhhh. The old man sitting next to me witnessed my second mini breakdown.
We went out to eat. and went back to the hotel to sleep. The next morning I ask my roommate to check out the downstairs. She says that the basement is flooded and she called the maintainence people... what??! My room is in the basement!! crap. So apparently, the sump pump broke and spilled toilet water into my room and bathroom... gross. I came home to find everything wet and torn up, with fans blowing cold air around the apartment. My parents lingered for awhile, but it was cold, uncomfortable and awkward. They soon left me alone in my stinky apartment. I had to sleep on the couch for the next few days. That was when my third mini breakdown occurred. By this time, all that I could do was laugh though. I wasn't mad or frustrated... just hysterical about the ridiculous weekend that had just happened. wow! I think I handled it quite well.
The following week I had to study for an abnormal psychology test... it was on depression, mood disorders, law for the mentally ill, schizophrenia, and suicide. That was an Exhausting test to study for.... wow. I am pretty sure I was depressed after the first few days of studying. But, now I came home for fall break, and I am just waiting for the anticipated mission call to show up in the mail... I will tell you about it when it comes! Ciao.
I took off for home after my friday classes. The traffic and construction was horrible in Utah Valley (as usual). I get home and I am able to talk with my mom for awhile. I just can't wait to run this race. I realize that it is still raining and it is freakin cold outside... wait... what if it doesn't warm up before five a.m. tomorrow morning? ... crap. So I frantically try to find something warm to wear for tomorrow. My mother and I also have to drive up to Layton to get my information packet the night before the race. So by the time I am done with all of the driving it is time to go to bed.
You know how you really try to sleep, but you are so worried you are going to sleep in?! I could not sleep well that whole night. I had to wake up at three in the morning in order to catch the bus to the starting line. I bolted awake every time anyone made any noise during the night. (longest night of my life) I finally woke up and started to get ready. My mom woke up to see me off to Layton. She was the only one who was going to be waiting at the finish line.
I am driving to Layton and jamming to sweet music at four in the morning. It is raining and really really cold. I go through my mental checklist to make sure that I have all of my warm clothes, and then I realize something...... where is my ipod? where is my ipod? Where IS my HACKIN Ipod???!!!! noooooooooooo. I had left it at home, but I didn't have time to turn around and go get it... Needless to say, I had a mini breakdown in the car. How could I be so dumb? I had been training for four months with the ipod. crap.
I got there, and wow! it was still beyond cold. I immediately started to shiver uncontrollably. I hop on this bus, and drive to the starting line. The bus driver got lost on antelope island so we had to turn around a couple of times, so the ride seemed to go on forever!! (the long bus ride did not do my self confidence any good.) I had some doubts on what the heck was I doing on this bus, with open windows blowing in freezing wind, about to run a marathon. We get to the starting line and there is one heater for all of the people to share... ugh. Someone gave me a foil space blanket because I looked so pathetically cold. We waited for 45 minutes... I finally started running at six thirty. (still cold) I felt great for the first 13 miles. My pace was good, but then my hamstrings started to tighten up. I pushed through it though. Those gel packets are disgusting by the way, ew. So I hit my wall around mile 21. I had no idea how I was going to run another five miles. my hamstrings were starting to give out, and I was still cold enough that I didn't take off any of my layers. I only ever slowed down at the drink stations in order to get some gatorade. yes! I ran through the finish line at exactly 5 hours! I had just run in silence for five hours... wow. They gave me a medal and a fat boy ice cream... ICE cream? ugh, but i ate it anyways. It was cold, I was cold, I truly didn't care anymore... about anything but breathing. I pretty much crawled to my car and had to drive myself back to murray.
I got home and took a fantastic hot bath... best part of my weekend. I started packing up because my mom wanted to drive down to St. George to watch my dad play volleyball in the Huntsman Sr. Games. So we take off for St. George. (mental note: do not sit in a car for four hours after running a marathon) O man I died in the car. Longest drive of my life. We got to Cedar City to grab some sunday clothes. We were in a hurry, because we were goin to be late for my dad's last game. I realize that my room smells.... like mildew? and my toilet is broken. But we didn't have time to wonder, and so we just took off. I sped all the way to st. george and got there for the last half of the last game. As we sit down my dad comes over to talk to us... He says that they just changed the lineup... my dad was not going to play this last game... ... I sat in a car for four hours after running a marathon just to see my dad sit bench!! arghhhh. The old man sitting next to me witnessed my second mini breakdown.
We went out to eat. and went back to the hotel to sleep. The next morning I ask my roommate to check out the downstairs. She says that the basement is flooded and she called the maintainence people... what??! My room is in the basement!! crap. So apparently, the sump pump broke and spilled toilet water into my room and bathroom... gross. I came home to find everything wet and torn up, with fans blowing cold air around the apartment. My parents lingered for awhile, but it was cold, uncomfortable and awkward. They soon left me alone in my stinky apartment. I had to sleep on the couch for the next few days. That was when my third mini breakdown occurred. By this time, all that I could do was laugh though. I wasn't mad or frustrated... just hysterical about the ridiculous weekend that had just happened. wow! I think I handled it quite well.
The following week I had to study for an abnormal psychology test... it was on depression, mood disorders, law for the mentally ill, schizophrenia, and suicide. That was an Exhausting test to study for.... wow. I am pretty sure I was depressed after the first few days of studying. But, now I came home for fall break, and I am just waiting for the anticipated mission call to show up in the mail... I will tell you about it when it comes! Ciao.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Last Semester at SUU has Officially Begun
I will be an official college graduate in four short months. awesome!! I apologize that it has been FOREVER since I have blogged. I have had a crazy month. I am going to have to break this up into sections, aren't I?
Swim Lessons/Lifeguarding:
It was good experience. I am glad guarding is over. That is all I am going to say because my last blog was a long rant about it. Swim lessons were really fun. I was kind of scared at first... What if the parents yell at me after class because their kid sucks at swimming? uh oh. luckily, no one did that... haha! But I still feel ridiculously guilty for not passing some of the kids to the next level. It seems that their self confidence depends on making it to the next level of swim lessons... uhhhh. Well the only defense I have is that they would feel ridiculous if they couldn't keep up with the higher level kids. ugh, it is a good thing I decided whether they passed or not beforehand, because I almost caved in on most of them. O man, there are some cute kids out there! Some days, it is a fantastic job. And other days....... let's just say that teaching lessons to rowdy kids is amazing at killing any desire to have children. phew. Sometimes I feel like my only job is to give the poor mothers a forty minute break from their devil children. (how can they be so stressful and dang cute at the same time?)
Classes
I just finished my first hackin week of classes. I have run into Nat Lovell and E Brown and Dan Tisdale... Welcome to SUU... yep. that is all of the enthusiasm that I can muster while living in Cedar City. Okay anyways, I just love upper level classes. I am finally out of the stupid theory classes, and in the application classes. yes!!
Let us start with my only lower level class...General Biology. Luckily I have a ton of friends in that class. phew. The first day of that class the only thing that went through my head was, "I am so done with these dumb classes" That is right everyone. Janessa has a mild case of senioritis... on the FIRST day of class. crap.
Abnormal Psychology: I only took this as a prerequisite for grad school. But I think that it is going to be really interesting... minus the part that we have to do a service learning project and hang out at a mental hospital for ten hours... and then write a fifteen page paper. Way to take the fun out of hanging out with crazy people. The creepiest thing is that one wall of the classroom is a big two sided window! ah. I feel like people are watching our class secretly behind the glass. Personally, I think the entire psych building is creepy. O ya, and I have one more thing to whine about. You know those little desks that give you room to put one small notebook on and the desk surface itself just favors the right side? There is even a little ledge where you can rest your right elbow while taking notes on this tiny desk... I HATE these desks, and so does the rest of the lefthanded population!! seriously?! There are no left handed desks in this huge classroom. In chemistry, I always came fifteen minutes early just to get one of the few left handed desks. ugh!! I have to twist in my seat and I still can barely reach my left arm all the way across my body just to take notes on my right side. Left handed people aren't that rare, are we? (hmm that was a nice emotional outburst)
Exercise Testing and Prescription: This class helps me look at a person and then test them on their fitness levels. I would then make a tailored exercise plan for them. I am so excited!! This is the class that I have been waiting for.
Methods of Sports Conditioning: This class is for training athletes. We go into the gym every friday and learn all of the different lifts, drills, plyometrics, stretching, and any exercises you can think of that would need to teach another person. I am so happy to be in this class, because I honestly don't know how to do a dead lift or anything like that. (and I am an exercise science major)
Research Methods and Statistics: This class teaches me how to tell which articles are legit and which ones are totally bogus.
Mission
I don't think I have put this down in here, but I have officially turned in my mission papers. I will hopefully be leaving in early Feburary. I could have left in January, but my dad wanted to do a huge family cruise with the entire family. I am so excited!! It is going to be awesome. And I won't miss any school for it this time. Anyways, my papers can't go to church headquarters until the end of September. So the next blog will probably be about my call and marathon. yes!
Marathon
Thats right.. I am totally going to run the Layton Marathon... and then die. jk. maybe.... So I have been training forever. I honestly think that the training is harder than the marathon itself. It costs me hours and hours of running per week to build up my mileage. I believe that it will take me a few years to forget how much this sucks, before I foolishly decide to run another race. O ya and Shawn totally bailed on me. His ankle was pretty messed up after playing tackle basketball. It is okay though. I don't need a running buddy, if fact, I prefer to run alone. All I need is someone to stand by me and talk at the starting line before the race starts. That is the most awkward time... ugh I hate thinking about it. This is going to happen in a month. I am so excited for it to be over. I have to wake up at five every saturday morning, just so I can go for my long run while it is still dark outside. O ya and it was so dark at five thirty that I almost stepped on a sleeping bum. I am pretty sure I peed my pants a little. In my defense it was totally dark and I didnt have my contacts in... (I am proud that I didn't scream either)
Singles Ward
My ward starts at 9 am. wow. so naturally, NO ONE comes. It is really empty. ugh. They seem so desperate to get our records in the ward. (but I can't yet because of my mission papers) Everyone seems super nice. I think that it is going to be okay. (as long as I am not singled out as the ward pariah like last year) I had to pray in sacrament meeting and relief society: Janessa's New Goal: Become more eloquent while praying. I am not one of those people that always gives amazing prayers... crap.
Apartment
I didn't know anything about where I was living until I got to Cedar because I got scholarship housing. I went into the apartment and walked into my new room.... and found that there was NO funiture at all. No bed especially... hackin!! I slept on the ground for a few days. It wasn't that bad. Luckily, my Aunt Kathy has a brother in Cedar city. He is sucha nice guy. The second he found out, he dropped everything and came to help. He borrowed a bed from a neighbor and brought it over. O man, he is awesome. I want to be like that, willing to help others immediately. It is a spacious place. Except it is totally the must unsecure place I have ever lived. The basement door is unlocked a lot. The front door can be opened with a credit card and all of the windows are always open because the roomies hate turning on the a/c. Anyone could just waltz in and steal everything and kidnap me... just sayin. O YA! and this place does not have hackin internet! unbelievable. I have to go all the way to campus (ten minute drive) to check my email... kill me now.
Roommates:
Nicole, Alicia, and Kristen. They are all cool. I spent a few hours talking last sunday with LeLe (alicia) She is a fellow lifeguard. This Sunday, Nicole and I had a Bones marathon/nap for a few hours. And talked about our childhoods. Which by the way, Nicole and I grew up in the same ward!! We went to Joy school, Pre school, elementary, and jr. high together. What are the hackin chances that we are college roommates?? They are all awesome girls. So no worries in this department.
I am totally sick of writing so this is all that you are going to get out of me tonight. later.
Swim Lessons/Lifeguarding:
It was good experience. I am glad guarding is over. That is all I am going to say because my last blog was a long rant about it. Swim lessons were really fun. I was kind of scared at first... What if the parents yell at me after class because their kid sucks at swimming? uh oh. luckily, no one did that... haha! But I still feel ridiculously guilty for not passing some of the kids to the next level. It seems that their self confidence depends on making it to the next level of swim lessons... uhhhh. Well the only defense I have is that they would feel ridiculous if they couldn't keep up with the higher level kids. ugh, it is a good thing I decided whether they passed or not beforehand, because I almost caved in on most of them. O man, there are some cute kids out there! Some days, it is a fantastic job. And other days....... let's just say that teaching lessons to rowdy kids is amazing at killing any desire to have children. phew. Sometimes I feel like my only job is to give the poor mothers a forty minute break from their devil children. (how can they be so stressful and dang cute at the same time?)
Classes
I just finished my first hackin week of classes. I have run into Nat Lovell and E Brown and Dan Tisdale... Welcome to SUU... yep. that is all of the enthusiasm that I can muster while living in Cedar City. Okay anyways, I just love upper level classes. I am finally out of the stupid theory classes, and in the application classes. yes!!
Let us start with my only lower level class...General Biology. Luckily I have a ton of friends in that class. phew. The first day of that class the only thing that went through my head was, "I am so done with these dumb classes" That is right everyone. Janessa has a mild case of senioritis... on the FIRST day of class. crap.
Abnormal Psychology: I only took this as a prerequisite for grad school. But I think that it is going to be really interesting... minus the part that we have to do a service learning project and hang out at a mental hospital for ten hours... and then write a fifteen page paper. Way to take the fun out of hanging out with crazy people. The creepiest thing is that one wall of the classroom is a big two sided window! ah. I feel like people are watching our class secretly behind the glass. Personally, I think the entire psych building is creepy. O ya, and I have one more thing to whine about. You know those little desks that give you room to put one small notebook on and the desk surface itself just favors the right side? There is even a little ledge where you can rest your right elbow while taking notes on this tiny desk... I HATE these desks, and so does the rest of the lefthanded population!! seriously?! There are no left handed desks in this huge classroom. In chemistry, I always came fifteen minutes early just to get one of the few left handed desks. ugh!! I have to twist in my seat and I still can barely reach my left arm all the way across my body just to take notes on my right side. Left handed people aren't that rare, are we? (hmm that was a nice emotional outburst)
Exercise Testing and Prescription: This class helps me look at a person and then test them on their fitness levels. I would then make a tailored exercise plan for them. I am so excited!! This is the class that I have been waiting for.
Methods of Sports Conditioning: This class is for training athletes. We go into the gym every friday and learn all of the different lifts, drills, plyometrics, stretching, and any exercises you can think of that would need to teach another person. I am so happy to be in this class, because I honestly don't know how to do a dead lift or anything like that. (and I am an exercise science major)
Research Methods and Statistics: This class teaches me how to tell which articles are legit and which ones are totally bogus.
Mission
I don't think I have put this down in here, but I have officially turned in my mission papers. I will hopefully be leaving in early Feburary. I could have left in January, but my dad wanted to do a huge family cruise with the entire family. I am so excited!! It is going to be awesome. And I won't miss any school for it this time. Anyways, my papers can't go to church headquarters until the end of September. So the next blog will probably be about my call and marathon. yes!
Marathon
Thats right.. I am totally going to run the Layton Marathon... and then die. jk. maybe.... So I have been training forever. I honestly think that the training is harder than the marathon itself. It costs me hours and hours of running per week to build up my mileage. I believe that it will take me a few years to forget how much this sucks, before I foolishly decide to run another race. O ya and Shawn totally bailed on me. His ankle was pretty messed up after playing tackle basketball. It is okay though. I don't need a running buddy, if fact, I prefer to run alone. All I need is someone to stand by me and talk at the starting line before the race starts. That is the most awkward time... ugh I hate thinking about it. This is going to happen in a month. I am so excited for it to be over. I have to wake up at five every saturday morning, just so I can go for my long run while it is still dark outside. O ya and it was so dark at five thirty that I almost stepped on a sleeping bum. I am pretty sure I peed my pants a little. In my defense it was totally dark and I didnt have my contacts in... (I am proud that I didn't scream either)
Singles Ward
My ward starts at 9 am. wow. so naturally, NO ONE comes. It is really empty. ugh. They seem so desperate to get our records in the ward. (but I can't yet because of my mission papers) Everyone seems super nice. I think that it is going to be okay. (as long as I am not singled out as the ward pariah like last year) I had to pray in sacrament meeting and relief society: Janessa's New Goal: Become more eloquent while praying. I am not one of those people that always gives amazing prayers... crap.
Apartment
I didn't know anything about where I was living until I got to Cedar because I got scholarship housing. I went into the apartment and walked into my new room.... and found that there was NO funiture at all. No bed especially... hackin!! I slept on the ground for a few days. It wasn't that bad. Luckily, my Aunt Kathy has a brother in Cedar city. He is sucha nice guy. The second he found out, he dropped everything and came to help. He borrowed a bed from a neighbor and brought it over. O man, he is awesome. I want to be like that, willing to help others immediately. It is a spacious place. Except it is totally the must unsecure place I have ever lived. The basement door is unlocked a lot. The front door can be opened with a credit card and all of the windows are always open because the roomies hate turning on the a/c. Anyone could just waltz in and steal everything and kidnap me... just sayin. O YA! and this place does not have hackin internet! unbelievable. I have to go all the way to campus (ten minute drive) to check my email... kill me now.
Roommates:
Nicole, Alicia, and Kristen. They are all cool. I spent a few hours talking last sunday with LeLe (alicia) She is a fellow lifeguard. This Sunday, Nicole and I had a Bones marathon/nap for a few hours. And talked about our childhoods. Which by the way, Nicole and I grew up in the same ward!! We went to Joy school, Pre school, elementary, and jr. high together. What are the hackin chances that we are college roommates?? They are all awesome girls. So no worries in this department.
I am totally sick of writing so this is all that you are going to get out of me tonight. later.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
The Life of a Lifeguard
So I have spent many hours this summer working... as a lifeguard. Most people just give the lifeguard a passing glance, and don't even think about it. Well, I am here to give you the inside scoop about lifeguards. This may sound creepy, but lifeguards are watching you almost every moment you are in the pool.... don't you want to know what those lifeguards are thinking and judging about you?! Here are a few day to day experiences of a lifeguard.
The Sad Part of Lifeguarding:
Fat Kids: I know that sounds way insensitive, but it is true. There are so many overweight kids that come to the pool. Especially the really young kids that already have beer bellies. That just kills me the most. I want to go and punch the parents in the face and tell them that they have already ruined these cute kids' lives. How hard is it to feed your kids healthy foods and take them outside to play every once in a while?
Angry Parents: The parents that have a extremely short temper with their kids are the worst. These people are just trying to find one little thing that they can freak out about. If the little kids can't keep up with the parent's speed walking, then they are in for some serious yelling and arm yanking. I don't even want to know what the parents do to their kids when they are not in a public place. it is just so sad sometimes. Okay, time for some more upbeat stuff
The Annoying Part of Lifeguarding:
Heartless Dad: So dad figures that if he just throws the kid in the water... then the kid will learn how to swim... this is not good for the kid or the lifeguard. The kid panics, and the lifeguard is on the edge of her seat waiting to see if this dad will really let his own child drown. The dad just watches his kid struggle in the relentless current of the hackin lazy river. ahhhh... So for any of you who are considering this approach for swim lessons... please DON'T. It will probably mentally scar your child for life and it is really stressful for the poor lifeguard that is on stand.
Kids That Don't Listen: Some kids can be really stupid. They will seriously break the same rule over and over again. You tell them to stop and they just move to a different part of the pool and start breaking the rules. Whether it be making out or diving into the shallow end, these kids just don't stop... It is even worse when the parents just sit back and watch their kids break the rules... ugh! Parents! I have a message for you. Lifeguards are not babysitters. You do not lose responsibility for your kids just because there are other people around who are willing to yell at them for you. seriously.
Guy Packs: Most young adult males have at least an average intelligence level. Yet, the fascinating thing is that the intelligence level plummets when men get together in a group. Most individual guys will follow the rules and just have normal fun. But when they come in a group... all common sense disappears. You would not believe some of the stuff these guys try to do. They usually end up just wrestling each other for two hours straight (or have a belly flop contest... does that really prove that you are a man?), because that is all that they can think of when they are together.... bro love?
Gross Part of Lifeguarding:
Poopylicious: Guess who gets to clean poop, vomit, or any other body fluids?? ya thats right... the lifeguards. The pool people don't talk about it so the patrons don't freak out. I suggest that if you have a private pool... use it always. Public pools are not a good place to be. ew. It seems that these incidents always happen on my break, so (naturally) it is my job every hackin time! ugh.
The Awesome Part of Lifeguarding:
Empty Pool: When no one is at the pool. The lifeguard is free to read. yes! So of course the best time to be a lifeguard is when you don't have to actually do your job. The guards can even have a diving contest at the outdoor pool. (or just take a mid day nap)
Lightning! The best thing ever! All of the people have to leave the building and the guards get to stay. The lifeguards play cards, order food, and hang out. They get paid to watch the thunderstorm. Lightning is the best scenario for lifeguards (minus the part where they are hanging out by a body of water during an electrical storm)
Private Parties: Sometimes the private parties will bring way too much food. They will offer us a meal at the end of the night! yes! (although it is quite disappointing when they carry all of that wondrous food out the door) so all i can say is... remember the lifeguards, they get hungry too. and they are staying an extra two hours just for you...
The Scary Part of Lifeguarding:
Insane Angry People: The pool has a strict swimsuit only policy... so the lifeguards have to tell the people that they have to get out of the pool because they have basketball shorts instead of swim trunks... needless to say, some of the people are not happy about it. These people will scream in your face until the end of time. You send them to the head guard because you are pretty sure they are about to murder you. It seems like the really big scary people are the ones that always get angry.... but there is nothing that the lifeguard can do... rules are rules. So please people! don't attack us. Lifeguards aren't excited about kicking you out, in fact, they dread it.
My Main Purpose: Lifeguarding seems so easy and ridiculous sometimes. But the lifeguard must always remember why they are there. They are there to make sure that no one drowns or gets hurt. It the lifeguard gets lazy or doesn't pay attention... then some kid could die. It can be really difficult to stay focused when it is the end of a seven hour shift. But the lifeguards have to remember what is important, they are responsible for everyone in that pool. One little mistake can have grave consequences.
The Cute Part of Lifeguarding:
Babies: Babies are just so dang cute. (especially the ones that don't cry) They just let their parents carry them around the pool. They love every second of it. and! (bonus) they don't break any rules, so the lifeguards don't have to yell at them. The babies will just ignore the parent and stare up at the lifeguard. Babies are the only people who will genuinely smile and wave at lifeguards. And let me tell you... it makes my day.
The Toddlers: They are pretty cute too. They will just follow their parents around. And they make the funniest comments. One kid went down the slide with his dad many times. And every time he would scream over and over "IM GONNA DIE!!!" He would finish the ride and realize it was fun, so he would go up again. I would like to figure out how some kids have no problem with the diving board... and others... are petrified. They seriously freeze on the board. They won't go forward or backward. No amount of coaxing will make them jump. One little kid got up to the edge of the board and looked down... he said (in his little mature voice) "I'm sorry dad, but this is way too scary for me" and then he turns around and just marches right off the board. I heard another story from a lifeguard about a little kid who was just walking by. He was covering is mouth, and the lifeguard thought that he might be sick and vomit or something. She was dreading the moment that he would let loose when suddenly.... she realizes that the kid wasn't sick, but he was totally beat boxing. And he was really really good! Coolest. Little. Kid. Ever.
The Funny Part of Lifeguarding:
No Running: The indoor pool is full of surprises. (especially for the kids who run) I don't know if they did this on purpose, but the no running tiles on the ground get REALLY slippery when wet. So, it is a great moment when the running kid that the lifeguard has been yelling at constantly.... finally! slips on the no running sign and falls on his butt. The lifeguard has a great feeling of satisfaction (until the kid gets back up and starts running again)
6 Inches From Drowning: I was in the competition pool, and then a lady got my attention. She pointed at a boy in the second lane that was struggling to stay above water. He was definitely distressed and needed help.... The only thing was that he was six inches away from a lane line... All he has to do reach out and grab it. The lady asks if I should do something, and then I reply with, "he will figure it out eventually." (I am Not getting wet at the beginning of a 7 hour shift because some kid won't open his eyes) He wasn't alone. He was in a swim lesson so the teacher and all of the other students and parents were just watching this kid struggle... needless to say he finally opened his eyes and grabbed the line. (this doesn't make me sound very responsible, but seriously! the kid knew how to swim.)
Seizure Lady: This experience is rather recent. I have never guarded when the seizure lady was swimming. I was in the competition pool, when a little old lady comes in and starts to swim laps. She gets to the wall and starts just holding onto the wall and kicking. But then, the flutter kicking turns into jerks and her body is all rigid. This lady looks like she is having a full blown seizure!! I freak out and hop down from my stand and start over to her. I am wondering if she is for real, when suddenly she stops. She just turns around and starts swimming across the pool. what the hack? She gets to the other side and does the seizure thing again! Okay......? I swear she is just trying to freak lifeguards out. Apparently, all of the lifeguards refer to her as Seizure Lady. I don't know if fake seizures is a good cardio workout. I will have to ask her.
Well this post is probably more for my benefit than for anyone else. If I vent then maybe I won't go all postal on the patrons.
The Sad Part of Lifeguarding:
Fat Kids: I know that sounds way insensitive, but it is true. There are so many overweight kids that come to the pool. Especially the really young kids that already have beer bellies. That just kills me the most. I want to go and punch the parents in the face and tell them that they have already ruined these cute kids' lives. How hard is it to feed your kids healthy foods and take them outside to play every once in a while?
Angry Parents: The parents that have a extremely short temper with their kids are the worst. These people are just trying to find one little thing that they can freak out about. If the little kids can't keep up with the parent's speed walking, then they are in for some serious yelling and arm yanking. I don't even want to know what the parents do to their kids when they are not in a public place. it is just so sad sometimes. Okay, time for some more upbeat stuff
The Annoying Part of Lifeguarding:
Heartless Dad: So dad figures that if he just throws the kid in the water... then the kid will learn how to swim... this is not good for the kid or the lifeguard. The kid panics, and the lifeguard is on the edge of her seat waiting to see if this dad will really let his own child drown. The dad just watches his kid struggle in the relentless current of the hackin lazy river. ahhhh... So for any of you who are considering this approach for swim lessons... please DON'T. It will probably mentally scar your child for life and it is really stressful for the poor lifeguard that is on stand.
Kids That Don't Listen: Some kids can be really stupid. They will seriously break the same rule over and over again. You tell them to stop and they just move to a different part of the pool and start breaking the rules. Whether it be making out or diving into the shallow end, these kids just don't stop... It is even worse when the parents just sit back and watch their kids break the rules... ugh! Parents! I have a message for you. Lifeguards are not babysitters. You do not lose responsibility for your kids just because there are other people around who are willing to yell at them for you. seriously.
Guy Packs: Most young adult males have at least an average intelligence level. Yet, the fascinating thing is that the intelligence level plummets when men get together in a group. Most individual guys will follow the rules and just have normal fun. But when they come in a group... all common sense disappears. You would not believe some of the stuff these guys try to do. They usually end up just wrestling each other for two hours straight (or have a belly flop contest... does that really prove that you are a man?), because that is all that they can think of when they are together.... bro love?
Gross Part of Lifeguarding:
Poopylicious: Guess who gets to clean poop, vomit, or any other body fluids?? ya thats right... the lifeguards. The pool people don't talk about it so the patrons don't freak out. I suggest that if you have a private pool... use it always. Public pools are not a good place to be. ew. It seems that these incidents always happen on my break, so (naturally) it is my job every hackin time! ugh.
The Awesome Part of Lifeguarding:
Empty Pool: When no one is at the pool. The lifeguard is free to read. yes! So of course the best time to be a lifeguard is when you don't have to actually do your job. The guards can even have a diving contest at the outdoor pool. (or just take a mid day nap)
Lightning! The best thing ever! All of the people have to leave the building and the guards get to stay. The lifeguards play cards, order food, and hang out. They get paid to watch the thunderstorm. Lightning is the best scenario for lifeguards (minus the part where they are hanging out by a body of water during an electrical storm)
Private Parties: Sometimes the private parties will bring way too much food. They will offer us a meal at the end of the night! yes! (although it is quite disappointing when they carry all of that wondrous food out the door) so all i can say is... remember the lifeguards, they get hungry too. and they are staying an extra two hours just for you...
The Scary Part of Lifeguarding:
Insane Angry People: The pool has a strict swimsuit only policy... so the lifeguards have to tell the people that they have to get out of the pool because they have basketball shorts instead of swim trunks... needless to say, some of the people are not happy about it. These people will scream in your face until the end of time. You send them to the head guard because you are pretty sure they are about to murder you. It seems like the really big scary people are the ones that always get angry.... but there is nothing that the lifeguard can do... rules are rules. So please people! don't attack us. Lifeguards aren't excited about kicking you out, in fact, they dread it.
My Main Purpose: Lifeguarding seems so easy and ridiculous sometimes. But the lifeguard must always remember why they are there. They are there to make sure that no one drowns or gets hurt. It the lifeguard gets lazy or doesn't pay attention... then some kid could die. It can be really difficult to stay focused when it is the end of a seven hour shift. But the lifeguards have to remember what is important, they are responsible for everyone in that pool. One little mistake can have grave consequences.
The Cute Part of Lifeguarding:
Babies: Babies are just so dang cute. (especially the ones that don't cry) They just let their parents carry them around the pool. They love every second of it. and! (bonus) they don't break any rules, so the lifeguards don't have to yell at them. The babies will just ignore the parent and stare up at the lifeguard. Babies are the only people who will genuinely smile and wave at lifeguards. And let me tell you... it makes my day.
The Toddlers: They are pretty cute too. They will just follow their parents around. And they make the funniest comments. One kid went down the slide with his dad many times. And every time he would scream over and over "IM GONNA DIE!!!" He would finish the ride and realize it was fun, so he would go up again. I would like to figure out how some kids have no problem with the diving board... and others... are petrified. They seriously freeze on the board. They won't go forward or backward. No amount of coaxing will make them jump. One little kid got up to the edge of the board and looked down... he said (in his little mature voice) "I'm sorry dad, but this is way too scary for me" and then he turns around and just marches right off the board. I heard another story from a lifeguard about a little kid who was just walking by. He was covering is mouth, and the lifeguard thought that he might be sick and vomit or something. She was dreading the moment that he would let loose when suddenly.... she realizes that the kid wasn't sick, but he was totally beat boxing. And he was really really good! Coolest. Little. Kid. Ever.
The Funny Part of Lifeguarding:
No Running: The indoor pool is full of surprises. (especially for the kids who run) I don't know if they did this on purpose, but the no running tiles on the ground get REALLY slippery when wet. So, it is a great moment when the running kid that the lifeguard has been yelling at constantly.... finally! slips on the no running sign and falls on his butt. The lifeguard has a great feeling of satisfaction (until the kid gets back up and starts running again)
6 Inches From Drowning: I was in the competition pool, and then a lady got my attention. She pointed at a boy in the second lane that was struggling to stay above water. He was definitely distressed and needed help.... The only thing was that he was six inches away from a lane line... All he has to do reach out and grab it. The lady asks if I should do something, and then I reply with, "he will figure it out eventually." (I am Not getting wet at the beginning of a 7 hour shift because some kid won't open his eyes) He wasn't alone. He was in a swim lesson so the teacher and all of the other students and parents were just watching this kid struggle... needless to say he finally opened his eyes and grabbed the line. (this doesn't make me sound very responsible, but seriously! the kid knew how to swim.)
Seizure Lady: This experience is rather recent. I have never guarded when the seizure lady was swimming. I was in the competition pool, when a little old lady comes in and starts to swim laps. She gets to the wall and starts just holding onto the wall and kicking. But then, the flutter kicking turns into jerks and her body is all rigid. This lady looks like she is having a full blown seizure!! I freak out and hop down from my stand and start over to her. I am wondering if she is for real, when suddenly she stops. She just turns around and starts swimming across the pool. what the hack? She gets to the other side and does the seizure thing again! Okay......? I swear she is just trying to freak lifeguards out. Apparently, all of the lifeguards refer to her as Seizure Lady. I don't know if fake seizures is a good cardio workout. I will have to ask her.
Well this post is probably more for my benefit than for anyone else. If I vent then maybe I won't go all postal on the patrons.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
The Indicators that my Childhood has come to an End.
o hey...
So I am beginning to realize that my adolescent years are coming to an end. I no longer have an excuse to be emotionally crazy sometimes. My angst level will also have to decrease. blast! I will no longer be able to convince my mom to buy everything for me... dude. this time is just so bittersweet. Anyways, I am going to list the reasons/events that mark The END of my innocent years.
1. Smallville is officially over. I watched the series finale a couple weeks ago. (Spoiler alert) Clark Kent FINALLY learns to fly, after ten long years. it was fantastic!
2. The Harry Potter franchise is coming to an end in July. The movies/books are finally over... farewell! all of those midnight shows with mountain dew and pixie sticks are almost over. I remember when I saw the first harry potter book and was hesitant to read it because it looked a little silly.
3. Osama Bin Laden is dead. He has been the nation's number one enemy since I was in fifth grade. We have hunted him for ten years. He is gone. (so who is our number one enemy now?)
4. A couple of my friends are engaged! what? I will soon be attending some bachelorette parties. I have definitely moved on into a new life phase. (although I admit that I am still in denial about my friends actually getting married... It probably won't hit me until I see them in wedding dresses.)
5. I thought that I should add this one, because it is common sense... My childhood is over because I have been in college for two years now, and I am getting my bachelors degree in six months. hmmmmmm ya....
So I am beginning to realize that my adolescent years are coming to an end. I no longer have an excuse to be emotionally crazy sometimes. My angst level will also have to decrease. blast! I will no longer be able to convince my mom to buy everything for me... dude. this time is just so bittersweet. Anyways, I am going to list the reasons/events that mark The END of my innocent years.
1. Smallville is officially over. I watched the series finale a couple weeks ago. (Spoiler alert) Clark Kent FINALLY learns to fly, after ten long years. it was fantastic!
2. The Harry Potter franchise is coming to an end in July. The movies/books are finally over... farewell! all of those midnight shows with mountain dew and pixie sticks are almost over. I remember when I saw the first harry potter book and was hesitant to read it because it looked a little silly.
3. Osama Bin Laden is dead. He has been the nation's number one enemy since I was in fifth grade. We have hunted him for ten years. He is gone. (so who is our number one enemy now?)
4. A couple of my friends are engaged! what? I will soon be attending some bachelorette parties. I have definitely moved on into a new life phase. (although I admit that I am still in denial about my friends actually getting married... It probably won't hit me until I see them in wedding dresses.)
5. I thought that I should add this one, because it is common sense... My childhood is over because I have been in college for two years now, and I am getting my bachelors degree in six months. hmmmmmm ya....
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Year 2 is down. One semester to go.
It is truly a glorious day. I am done with school, and I am concluding my first weekend at home in Salt Lake. I had six finals! SIX. ah. Okay so it wasn't that bad. I don't know about other people, but finals week kind of demotivates me. (is that a word?) I work super hard all semester, and then finals week arrives and BAM! I really don't care... This is definitely not a good mind set... ugh A truly marvalous part of being a PE major is that I do not have to write papers. yes! just tests. I am pretty sure I passed all of them. I can't wait to get my grades back.
So I had to clean my apartment before I could move out. When we moved into this apartment... it was DISGUSTING. There was stuff smeared all over the walls and everything. gross. Needless to say, the apartment had to be cleaned before I could even think of relaxing in that place. We got the cleaning list, and we kind of split the jobs. My roommate was staying three days longer, so I was in charge of doing all of the less obvious jobs that would stay clean until saturday. I ended up with cleaning under the stove, fridge, washer, and dryer. ew. That was soooo gross. I don't understand, we hardly ever used the stove. So after doing all of the crazy cleaning jobs I had one thing to do. I had to fill in all of the nail and tac holes in the walls... I don't have putty for that. And then my parents suggested a genius idea. I could touch up the walls with toothpastes. yes! It took me an hour and a half to fix the walls of my room and the kitchen. holy cow. The walls of my previous apartment may or may not smell minty fresh for the next occupant. Because there were ALOT of touch ups. I also somehow managed to fit all of my stuff into my little car. phew. that was quite the adventure. So you know the rest. I have come home and now I have to unpack. I also have to totally clean out my room here. Cats, dog, and plants for the garden have taken over my room. (what? ew) This week is just testing, packing, cleaning, unpacking, cleaning again, laundry. And that is the story of my life. (very exhilarating, i know)
So I had to clean my apartment before I could move out. When we moved into this apartment... it was DISGUSTING. There was stuff smeared all over the walls and everything. gross. Needless to say, the apartment had to be cleaned before I could even think of relaxing in that place. We got the cleaning list, and we kind of split the jobs. My roommate was staying three days longer, so I was in charge of doing all of the less obvious jobs that would stay clean until saturday. I ended up with cleaning under the stove, fridge, washer, and dryer. ew. That was soooo gross. I don't understand, we hardly ever used the stove. So after doing all of the crazy cleaning jobs I had one thing to do. I had to fill in all of the nail and tac holes in the walls... I don't have putty for that. And then my parents suggested a genius idea. I could touch up the walls with toothpastes. yes! It took me an hour and a half to fix the walls of my room and the kitchen. holy cow. The walls of my previous apartment may or may not smell minty fresh for the next occupant. Because there were ALOT of touch ups. I also somehow managed to fit all of my stuff into my little car. phew. that was quite the adventure. So you know the rest. I have come home and now I have to unpack. I also have to totally clean out my room here. Cats, dog, and plants for the garden have taken over my room. (what? ew) This week is just testing, packing, cleaning, unpacking, cleaning again, laundry. And that is the story of my life. (very exhilarating, i know)
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Fellow Students and I learned a Valuable New Skill
It is so close to the end of the semester! I can't even wait. Although there is a downside. (other than finals.) My fellow classmates are starting to get on my nerves. I know that my complaining classifies me as an annoying person/student, but o well. I have to let out my frustration here, or else I will blow up in class and everyone will find out how truly crazy I am. There are a few people who are complete arrogant know it alls. (I admit I am definitely capable of being a know-it-all. Just ask my family) Anyways! We are talking about whether people with fake prosthetics legs can sprint faster than a person with normal legs. Because a man with no legs wanted to compete in the regular Olympics. We were giving our opinions, and I said that we need to do more research to see if the man with prosthetic legs actually has an advantage. Then... this guy tells me to my face that I am wrong and that normal people and disabled people should not compete against each other. I tell him that I disagree, and then he goes off like he knows exactly what he is talking about. Well sorry! dude. Last time I checked, we are all sitting in a undergraduate PE class in southern utah... I am pretty sure that there are no experts on lower leg prosthetics in class. So stop acting like you have a PhD. Bah! oookay I feel much better. I am sure that you love to listen to me vent. ... or not So I am now going to some crazy classes at Gold's Gym. haha! I am going to Power Pump and Cardio Blast class. haha! awesome. The instructors always have huge muscles and are in good shape. I am the one in the back who is trying to keep up. And I am the girl with no muscles and I have the legs of hackin giraffe... (girls in high school always said I had flamingo legs.... what does that even mean?!!) bah. Anyways, the cardio class was so hackin hard! holy crap. It has been a long time since I have wanted to keel over and die because of a workout. I also did a lap of lunges around the track and 300 calf raises last Saturday. Needless to say, I spent most of this week limping around. Ouch... curse you Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness. You are the bane of my existence. I try to convince myself that soreness is good, but I still whine when I have to stand up and walk to my next class. The front door of my apartment broke. The key would not unlock the door. ughhhh. So we decided to not lock the door, until it was fixed. But! She locked it anyways one night... So.... I learned a new and valuable skill. I can now break in to my apartment using my golds gym pass. (who knew that a golds gym pass could have so many uses) So I have been breaking into my apartment daily because the door is locked. I would not be surprised if someone thinks I am a thief. Would the cops believe me if I told them this was my apartment? haha! I can now break into my apartment faster than unlocking the door. Who knew a golds gym card could open my door easier than a key? It has been fixed, but I am a little worried about other people breaking in. (If I can figure it out, then that means that ANYONE can) Ah! Someone is going to break in and kill me in the middle of the night... So, I shall conclude on that cheery note....
Sunday, April 10, 2011
What a Crazy Week!
O ya. I totally killed the biomechanics test! yes! awesome. Anyways, I had a strange week... I had three tests and a final presentation on obesity. phew it is over. They all went pretty well I think. I was also in charge of an intramural pickleball tournament. It was a success, and it was quite hilarious. I was in a group of five and somehow I became the leader... (Even though I have no idea how brackets and tournaments work and I don't know anything about pickleball.) It was totally random. I have played pickleball a few times in my life, and I didn't even know what it was until I came to Cedar city. I don't know the rules, yet somehow everyone else in the group was reporting to me... ah. I am not into the March madness thing. I have no clue how to work a tournament and organize the brackets and seed the teams... wha!? I think this has proven my skill of delegating all of the work to others, while leaving all of the easy stuff to me. hmmmm. is that sneaky? It is okay though. I paid for it later. So, most of the group helped out, except two girls. They didn't do much, and on the second day they played in the tournament instead of organizing it. psh.. I somehow ended up by myself at the table trying to figure out the brackets that another kid organized. haha! Needless to say, I was totally brain dead by the end of the night. And! most of the pickleball players think I am a brainless blonde. Do you know how many blonde jokes I get? It is ridiculous! At least one per week. what the heck? Okay so I might be a little on edge sometimes, but that doesn't make me dumb. The jokers think that they are so funny. Guess what people! That was so ten years ago. Maybe it is a southern utah thing, Cedar city is a little behind on everything. Well this is short and sweet. and i would like to conclude that two of my friends were engaged this week. ah crazy. (congrats Dani and Shelly) The first of my friends to be engaged. and so it begins...
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Spring Break!
It has been an interesting Spring Break... yep. Nothing really cool happened, but I somehow managed to read like eight books in five days. wow! I also managed to get NONE of my homework done... (not very impressive) I kind of have a twenty five minute presentation on Wednesday that I haven't even started to look through the material. ah!
I am trying to get an internship at TOSH. I got all of my immunizations and stuff done this week. ouch. Pertussis shot, blood drawn, and Tuberculosis test. I think that I have had my fill of needles for the next year at least. Also the red cross is stalking me, so they can steal more of my blood... hmmmm.
Okay last thing. I had an entire week to just sit around... Most of my friends still had school so..... what is there to do? nothing. And somehow everything goes wrong the day before I have to leave for Cedar City. My car didn't pass hackin inspection! The brake lights turn on when I turn on my headlights. Ya, that might be confusing for all of the other drivers out there. sorry! It also cost over 200 dollars to fix! unbelievable. I plan on making Artem become a mechanic so I never have to pay for labor again! Shawn, Devin, and Dad are going to be my home maintainence crew. Chelsea is going to be my designer/style expert/decorator(wow chels has quite the list of jobs. haha!) . Artem is the mechanic. My mom has to help me with everything else (including making me actually call people on the phone... is it weird that I HATE talking to people over the phone? I prefer email, text, or face to face. My mom literally has to dial the number and hand me the phone. ugh) Phones are just so awkward... okay anyways. I need to go do my taxes (When I say I... I actually mean my dad is going to do my taxes) Add doing taxes to my dad's job list. Lauren is the photographer. hmmm I am not sure about Aubrey... What else is necessary? And I can make some amazing kick butt exercise programs and help anyone with injuries or rehab after surgery. yes! My family rocks!! Wow this is quite the random paragraph. o well.
I am trying to get an internship at TOSH. I got all of my immunizations and stuff done this week. ouch. Pertussis shot, blood drawn, and Tuberculosis test. I think that I have had my fill of needles for the next year at least. Also the red cross is stalking me, so they can steal more of my blood... hmmmm.
Okay last thing. I had an entire week to just sit around... Most of my friends still had school so..... what is there to do? nothing. And somehow everything goes wrong the day before I have to leave for Cedar City. My car didn't pass hackin inspection! The brake lights turn on when I turn on my headlights. Ya, that might be confusing for all of the other drivers out there. sorry! It also cost over 200 dollars to fix! unbelievable. I plan on making Artem become a mechanic so I never have to pay for labor again! Shawn, Devin, and Dad are going to be my home maintainence crew. Chelsea is going to be my designer/style expert/decorator(wow chels has quite the list of jobs. haha!) . Artem is the mechanic. My mom has to help me with everything else (including making me actually call people on the phone... is it weird that I HATE talking to people over the phone? I prefer email, text, or face to face. My mom literally has to dial the number and hand me the phone. ugh) Phones are just so awkward... okay anyways. I need to go do my taxes (When I say I... I actually mean my dad is going to do my taxes) Add doing taxes to my dad's job list. Lauren is the photographer. hmmm I am not sure about Aubrey... What else is necessary? And I can make some amazing kick butt exercise programs and help anyone with injuries or rehab after surgery. yes! My family rocks!! Wow this is quite the random paragraph. o well.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
My biomechanics professor is very... passionate. He reminds us daily that we aren't good enough college students, and that he is teaching us concepts that we should already know... what? I didn't take biomechanics in high school! bleh. well, I was working on the homework, and the last question was a trick question... The professor's rule is if we ever have any questions or need help we can ask anyone but him.... does that make sense to you? whatever I had another professor help me with the problem and we figured out an answer. We are allowed to work on it in groups, so before class I told about a third of the class how the other professor solved it... (it had to be the right answer right?... wrong!) We corrected it and there was one final step that we didn't do... I could just feel the hostility directed at me from about a third of the class. ugh. I am trying to keep my head down more. Because one point in that class is a big deal. bahhh. I pretty much raced out of that class as fast as I could. Also we got another question wrong becuase when he asked for the answer, none of us spoke up and told him. We paused/choked for a few seconds so he told us that we all got it wrong. Needless to say, I am a little afraid of him, (and about a third of the class).
Anyways... I have one more thing to vent about... I have turned in my graduation papers, but! I also needed to fill in a diploma form. I went to go turn it in and the lady said I needed to pay a fee. Wait wait wait one second. I have been paying this school thousands of dollars each semester, and I have spent two and a half years at their school. I only get one tangible thing in return for all of my hard work... I get a piece of paper. And they are going to make me pay fifteen bucks for a diploma?! are you hackin kidding me? bah!! ridiculous. they won't even pay for a diploma.
Anyways... I have one more thing to vent about... I have turned in my graduation papers, but! I also needed to fill in a diploma form. I went to go turn it in and the lady said I needed to pay a fee. Wait wait wait one second. I have been paying this school thousands of dollars each semester, and I have spent two and a half years at their school. I only get one tangible thing in return for all of my hard work... I get a piece of paper. And they are going to make me pay fifteen bucks for a diploma?! are you hackin kidding me? bah!! ridiculous. they won't even pay for a diploma.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Trees, Internships, and Aliens?
It has truly been an uneventful month... wow. .... anyways, I spend every single week day in the PE Building. Many hours have been spent walking to the different classrooms in that building. My whole life is in this building. Then one day, something really strange happened. We had to leave the classroom when a girl started to have a seizure... (that isn't the strange part) and I was just standing in the hall when I saw it... A half dead tree in a pot right next to the classroom door... what? I thought, "I have never seen that hackin tree in my life" This was a good sized tree too... Like taller than me. If you walk to close you get a face full of leaves... How come I have never noticed it before? what the!? (I know it seems I have a lot of issues with trees on campus, after the couple sleeping in the pine tree incident) I walk past this tree at least four times a day! So then I broaden my vision, and find two more trees down the hall!! ah! I am going crazy. Naturally, this is when I ask every stranger around if these trees have always been in the building. They say yes, and their nonverbal communication says, "this girl is a crazy" yep,... and they are absolutely right. I spent the rest of the day puzzled by the "invisible" trees. Those trees still freak me out every time I pass them.
I am trying to get an internship at TOSH in Salt Lake City. They need me to prove that I am a student for liability reasons before they accept my application. (Like so the people won't sue me if they trip in front of me and break their leg.)... what has our culture come to? seriously. But then the school wants the internship to count for credit.... so guess what... I would have to pay tuition. So I would pay SUU.... to work for free... at TOSH. I am paying someone to work for someone else? does that make sense? blast! I need to go talk to them again.
Okay... who doesn't like aliens and slapstick comedy? I recently discovered that the old tv show 3rd Rock from the Sun is on netflix play instant. ahaahahhah! I LOVE it! I have watched five episodes in a row. wow. I am leading quite the exciting life as a single college student... watch out world here I come.
I am trying to get an internship at TOSH in Salt Lake City. They need me to prove that I am a student for liability reasons before they accept my application. (Like so the people won't sue me if they trip in front of me and break their leg.)... what has our culture come to? seriously. But then the school wants the internship to count for credit.... so guess what... I would have to pay tuition. So I would pay SUU.... to work for free... at TOSH. I am paying someone to work for someone else? does that make sense? blast! I need to go talk to them again.
Okay... who doesn't like aliens and slapstick comedy? I recently discovered that the old tv show 3rd Rock from the Sun is on netflix play instant. ahaahahhah! I LOVE it! I have watched five episodes in a row. wow. I am leading quite the exciting life as a single college student... watch out world here I come.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Cruise. Boo Ya!
Greetings, how is everyone's January?
I just have to start with this. There is one really funny thing that only female PE majors get to laugh at daily. ... We get to laugh at the male PE majors. yep, thats right. These guys can be seperated into a few groups.
Group 1: the men who are above 30 and coming back to school. They think they are superior to everyone in the room, and they can't help but comment about their many years of experience in the real world.
Group 2: The shy ones. They always sit in the back and never say a word. You forget that they are there completely after the first day of introductions. Usually they are also the smart ones.
Group 3: The normal guys. They just come, learn, and are usually married. (dang it!)
Group 4: I don't want to be racist but... the asians. They are in every PE class and they always sit together. They barely speak english, and they look like they have never lifted weights in their lives.
Last but not least. (The ones I laugh at everyday, I never get sick of it)
Group 5: The guys who check themselves out as they walk into the room. haha! I have never seen so much self absorbtion in my life. These guys walk in sit down, flex their muscles, and stare for the first five minutes of class. These guys are usually the athletes, but not always. They try to act all cool, but you can tell that their appearance means everything to them. I wonder if they know that other people notice how much they gawk at their own looks. All of these guys have to sit next to each other in the class. They also just stare at their reflection in the huge windows in the hallway. I don't know why, but I think it is just hilarious.
My classes are going well. I am a little overwhelmed, but I think that I will get into a comfortable pattern soon enough. I got a Gold's Gym pass, so now I won't get fat this winter.
The Cruise:
I went on a cruise last week to the western Caribbean. I had a blast, I can now say that I have been to hell and back. Hell wasnt that impressive, but I got a cool postcard.
The plane ride was different. A college student going to Tampa University sat next to me on the airplane. He started talking about marine biology and the genomes in sharks curing cancer... 2 hours later...... I had totally lost all understanding of the conversation. He mumbled his name so I have no idea who he is... oops. Once we got to Florida, he was in the same shuttle as us when my mom said, "Hey Janessa! That boy was sitting next to you! where was he from?!" I tell her he is from Chicago and that he is two feet away from her.... and everyone starts laughing. He scampered off pretty quick... sorry for the embarrassment dude. The bright side is at least my mom didn't ask what his name was... Because I had no idea! That would have been a slightly more awkward situation.
We had a couple formal dining nights on the cruise ship. It was fun to get dressed up and fancy. I didn't spill food on my dress(phew) and I didn't accidently trip the waiters. But! something embarrassing was bound to happen when I was in a fancy dress, heels, and on a rocking ship. We were out on the deck after dinner and we all had ice cream cones (best part of cruises) I was walking across the deck toward our group (which included my family and Mrs. Hansens family) They are all waiting for me to join them. I was trying to concentrate on not falling, but I totally slipped and almost fell on my face. Everyone laughed again. My sister was kind enough to tell me I looked all fancy and graceful, until I slipped, and then I just looked like an idiot. awesome.
My dad decided that we needed to go to this abandoned beach on Cozumel. The reason no one went to it because you had to go off road and onto a bumpy sand road. We had jeeps, so we went even though the renting place told us not to. We later found out that insurance would have been voided if they found out we were on the bad road. woops. We got there, and it isn't a sandy beach. It is a rock beach. But they had huge shells all over. We gathered sweet and free keepsakes. The Hansen family is really prone to motion sickness, so needless to say, they did not enjoy the forty minute bumpy drive. Nothing happened to the jeeps so we didn't get into trouble. We went to the beach three islands in a row. I got an okay tan. We also went on the zip line through the jungle. It was amazing and beautiful. (and no bugs!)
The food was absolutely fantastic. I ate way too much. The last day was really wavy, so all of us got sea sick, but it wasn't that bad. I would like to give a shout out to Dramamine. Motion sickness medicine is the best thing that ever happened. ever
We finished our cruise and exited the ship on Sunday morning. We waited at the airport for four hours, then we were on a plane for six hours. They made three stops between Tampa and Salt Lake. Ugh! The last stretch was delayed an hour because the pilots weren't there on time. So we got home at eleven p.m. and then I had to drive three and a half hours down to cedar city. I got four hours of sleep that night, and then I had five hours of classes the next morning... I am still suffering from slight sleep deprivation. I don't do well without sleep. haha! in fact, I get kind of hysterical. My room mate didn't have to witness Janessa's lack of sleep emotional breakdown. It didn't help that I was still kind of swaying and losing by balance from being on the ship for a week. I don't know if the lack of coordination was from exhaustion or from the ship rocking. I guess I will never know.
I have got to go catch up on homework. ugh
I just have to start with this. There is one really funny thing that only female PE majors get to laugh at daily. ... We get to laugh at the male PE majors. yep, thats right. These guys can be seperated into a few groups.
Group 1: the men who are above 30 and coming back to school. They think they are superior to everyone in the room, and they can't help but comment about their many years of experience in the real world.
Group 2: The shy ones. They always sit in the back and never say a word. You forget that they are there completely after the first day of introductions. Usually they are also the smart ones.
Group 3: The normal guys. They just come, learn, and are usually married. (dang it!)
Group 4: I don't want to be racist but... the asians. They are in every PE class and they always sit together. They barely speak english, and they look like they have never lifted weights in their lives.
Last but not least. (The ones I laugh at everyday, I never get sick of it)
Group 5: The guys who check themselves out as they walk into the room. haha! I have never seen so much self absorbtion in my life. These guys walk in sit down, flex their muscles, and stare for the first five minutes of class. These guys are usually the athletes, but not always. They try to act all cool, but you can tell that their appearance means everything to them. I wonder if they know that other people notice how much they gawk at their own looks. All of these guys have to sit next to each other in the class. They also just stare at their reflection in the huge windows in the hallway. I don't know why, but I think it is just hilarious.
My classes are going well. I am a little overwhelmed, but I think that I will get into a comfortable pattern soon enough. I got a Gold's Gym pass, so now I won't get fat this winter.
The Cruise:
I went on a cruise last week to the western Caribbean. I had a blast, I can now say that I have been to hell and back. Hell wasnt that impressive, but I got a cool postcard.
The plane ride was different. A college student going to Tampa University sat next to me on the airplane. He started talking about marine biology and the genomes in sharks curing cancer... 2 hours later...... I had totally lost all understanding of the conversation. He mumbled his name so I have no idea who he is... oops. Once we got to Florida, he was in the same shuttle as us when my mom said, "Hey Janessa! That boy was sitting next to you! where was he from?!" I tell her he is from Chicago and that he is two feet away from her.... and everyone starts laughing. He scampered off pretty quick... sorry for the embarrassment dude. The bright side is at least my mom didn't ask what his name was... Because I had no idea! That would have been a slightly more awkward situation.
We had a couple formal dining nights on the cruise ship. It was fun to get dressed up and fancy. I didn't spill food on my dress(phew) and I didn't accidently trip the waiters. But! something embarrassing was bound to happen when I was in a fancy dress, heels, and on a rocking ship. We were out on the deck after dinner and we all had ice cream cones (best part of cruises) I was walking across the deck toward our group (which included my family and Mrs. Hansens family) They are all waiting for me to join them. I was trying to concentrate on not falling, but I totally slipped and almost fell on my face. Everyone laughed again. My sister was kind enough to tell me I looked all fancy and graceful, until I slipped, and then I just looked like an idiot. awesome.
My dad decided that we needed to go to this abandoned beach on Cozumel. The reason no one went to it because you had to go off road and onto a bumpy sand road. We had jeeps, so we went even though the renting place told us not to. We later found out that insurance would have been voided if they found out we were on the bad road. woops. We got there, and it isn't a sandy beach. It is a rock beach. But they had huge shells all over. We gathered sweet and free keepsakes. The Hansen family is really prone to motion sickness, so needless to say, they did not enjoy the forty minute bumpy drive. Nothing happened to the jeeps so we didn't get into trouble. We went to the beach three islands in a row. I got an okay tan. We also went on the zip line through the jungle. It was amazing and beautiful. (and no bugs!)
The food was absolutely fantastic. I ate way too much. The last day was really wavy, so all of us got sea sick, but it wasn't that bad. I would like to give a shout out to Dramamine. Motion sickness medicine is the best thing that ever happened. ever
We finished our cruise and exited the ship on Sunday morning. We waited at the airport for four hours, then we were on a plane for six hours. They made three stops between Tampa and Salt Lake. Ugh! The last stretch was delayed an hour because the pilots weren't there on time. So we got home at eleven p.m. and then I had to drive three and a half hours down to cedar city. I got four hours of sleep that night, and then I had five hours of classes the next morning... I am still suffering from slight sleep deprivation. I don't do well without sleep. haha! in fact, I get kind of hysterical. My room mate didn't have to witness Janessa's lack of sleep emotional breakdown. It didn't help that I was still kind of swaying and losing by balance from being on the ship for a week. I don't know if the lack of coordination was from exhaustion or from the ship rocking. I guess I will never know.
I have got to go catch up on homework. ugh
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
New Semester!
Greetings... uhhh ya
Christmas was awesome. I literally sat around my house for four weeks... I never found a job, and I just sat around and waited for the new semester to start. wow. I passed all of my classes last semester. yaya!
Okay so my classes went okay. I am in all PE classes. woot woot.
I managed to only slightly humiliate myself so far. I sat down for a class and suddenly all of these HUGE guys come sit next to me... They were freakin scary, and then their conversation was totally ... inappropriate, gross? I was seriously thinking that they were going to beat me up after class. o man. have you ever sat next to scary people? ugh, I guess i shouldn't judge them, but holy cow. I was in the middle of the class when suddenly my throat went totally dry. I don't know why, but I was like choking. I start coughing and trying to moisten my throat. The class is dead silent and the professor is talking in this monotone voice. People are kind of side staring at me. crap, and the scary dudes are freakin glaring at me. I try not to cough, so my face turns red. I am like literally choking in the front row next to these scary guys. The professor notices, and kind walks over next to me. I am pretty sure he was about ready to stop and help me out. But I stopped in time, my eyes are watering and i am bright red. Everyone is staring but I just keep pretending to take notes... ugh it was only slightly embarrassing on the first day, right?
I totally get to go on a cruise next week. woo hoo! I am missing the second week of school, but hopefully I don't miss too much stuff. And my biomechanics class has reminded me how much i hate physics... bleeeggghhhhh. Well, I am go sleep, now that i am early morning classes. (gag)
Christmas was awesome. I literally sat around my house for four weeks... I never found a job, and I just sat around and waited for the new semester to start. wow. I passed all of my classes last semester. yaya!
Okay so my classes went okay. I am in all PE classes. woot woot.
I managed to only slightly humiliate myself so far. I sat down for a class and suddenly all of these HUGE guys come sit next to me... They were freakin scary, and then their conversation was totally ... inappropriate, gross? I was seriously thinking that they were going to beat me up after class. o man. have you ever sat next to scary people? ugh, I guess i shouldn't judge them, but holy cow. I was in the middle of the class when suddenly my throat went totally dry. I don't know why, but I was like choking. I start coughing and trying to moisten my throat. The class is dead silent and the professor is talking in this monotone voice. People are kind of side staring at me. crap, and the scary dudes are freakin glaring at me. I try not to cough, so my face turns red. I am like literally choking in the front row next to these scary guys. The professor notices, and kind walks over next to me. I am pretty sure he was about ready to stop and help me out. But I stopped in time, my eyes are watering and i am bright red. Everyone is staring but I just keep pretending to take notes... ugh it was only slightly embarrassing on the first day, right?
I totally get to go on a cruise next week. woo hoo! I am missing the second week of school, but hopefully I don't miss too much stuff. And my biomechanics class has reminded me how much i hate physics... bleeeggghhhhh. Well, I am go sleep, now that i am early morning classes. (gag)
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