Thursday, September 11, 2008

Text Message/T-shirt/Spanish Language

So there is this little rule about living in BYU approved housing. If you aren't enrolled in school and taking a religion class then you must attend an institute class. Which I don't know how they monitor that or even if they do, but that is besides the point. Since I am living in BYU approved housing and I am not enrolled at BYU I must attend an institute class. I am happy to go to institute, I think it is great "after work activity."

So last night I had the pleasure of going to institute. Once I got to the Tanner building I had a heck of a time trying to find the room that the class was being held in. I was told that the class was held in room 215 but come to find out, after asking a random person, that there was no room 215 in the building. Which brings me to a question that I have often asked myself...why in the world would you skip numbers when numbering rooms in a building!? Is there some person out there just getting a kick out of the fact that a poor helpless girl is wandering around in a very large building looking for a room number that doesn't exist!? Cruel...

After stalking after a boy carrying scriptures thinking that he must being going to institute as well (which I later thought probably wasn't the best sign to look for especially on the BYU campus) I was able to find AN institute class. It didn't take long before I discovered that I was not in the right class...At the very first of class we did introductions (I hate doing introductions) and part of what we were supposed to share with the class was what ward we were from. I immediately had a panic attack as I realized I didn't know what ward I was in. I quickly texted my roommate and asked what ward we were in (THANK HEAVENS FOR TEXTING, once again helping me to save face). People began introducing themselves and saying they were from wards such as the 88th, 116th, and the 127th ward. This is what tipped me off to the fact that I was in the wrong class because my ward is the 7th ward. I was pretty sure that I hadn't made it to the right place. I announced that to the class during my introduction feeling somewhat stupid but of course they assured me that I could NEVER be in the wrong institute class and that I was just fine to be there : )

Now onto the reason for the title of this post. As one of the boys introduced himself he was telling us something that was unique about him and this is what he said "I *heart* thrift stores mucho." It honestly took me a full minute to digest and understand what it was that he had just said! My very next thought was...what is this world coming to? We are now using text message, t-shirt, and foreign languages all at once! Crazy! One side confession though...I kind of thought that it was cool that he had chosen to say it that way. I think that things like that say a lot about a person and I can almost guarantee that boy has one SWEET personality!

So as a tribute to my cool thrift store loving institute buddy I would just like to say...



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marisa, what a blog! now it is a lot to read, so if you'll tell me the exciting parts of the story and ill skip to them :P hahaha, not your whole life is an adventure. just thought i would leave a post, since i think im the first! and keep me updated, more then just a blog, cause ive found i like personal communication a lot more then facebook or the internet. have fun at work! haha, work! talk to ya later!


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