What's a Holiday?

So what with today being the last day off in the entire winter semester, it has provoked some thoughts. Strange, I know.

Why doesn't BYU have a spring break?
I'm sure this is a question that many people have asked over the years. Is it a torture mechanism that BYU employs? Perhaps it is an effort to prevent the regular shenanigans that happen (you know, the ones that you see in those CSI tv shows where someone always ends up dead?)

CSI Miami: "Spring Break"

Here are my thoughts on spring break. Dearest BYU, before you allowed me to be called a student, you required me to sign this document that said "Honor Code" at the top. This Honor Code specified several things that I should not do, if I wanted to remain a student at BYU.

 

So, Honor Code, here's what I think. I think you should trust your students to do what they promised (on paper, I might add) that they would/wouldn't do (as the case may be). It's fair to your students to give us the week-long break that every other student in the world gets. We need mental rest just like everyone else. Going to a religious school doesn't make us immortal. In addition to all that, it's dark and it's cold. So please please please (!) consider having mercy on us poor, mentally depleted students and give us a nice siesta in mid-March

Sincerely,

a student who knows,

Christina

Lucky

It's funny how I completely forgot all about this part of my life until my mother pulled a cd of pictures out that a friend in the ward had given her. Thank you Sis. Peterson for giving me photos so that I will always remember how lucky I was.

I've said it more than once that I have never been lucky with the men. But I was once, though not in the way you'd imagine initially. This is Rusty. He was my buddy growing up for years. He would walk me home from church and endure my silly childish pranks and he was my friend. Truly that's about all I remember about him. Except that he had ticklish elbows... doubtful.

One day he decided to go off and get himself married. I'm pretty sure I was devastated, but he invited me to the wedding and I got to meet her and tell her that if he was ever bad, she could tickle his elbows and he would behave.

I haven't seen or heard from Rusty in a very long time which is as it should be, but the memory of his kindness to a young girl who had absolutely no self esteem will live on with me for the rest of my life. It just goes to show that it's the little things you do that have the biggest impact on the lives of those you touch.

Also.

Do you even know how hard it is to find a proper-looking head shot that doesn't make you look like your nose is too big or that your eyes are too small or that you're some kind of elf or a demon from the underworld?

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Never mind that. It's impossible.

Double-sided photo printing, an insulting compliment, an obsession with music and a day of nerves...

So today is a rather intense day as far as days go. I probably didn't get enough sleep last night. Probably.

The greater part of my day has been taken up with discovering the many companies that do NOT print double sided. You can imagine my distress when Walmart said that they didn't! After checking at three or four more places after that, I spoke with a friend and she said, "Christina, print it at home!"
I suppose it would be good of me to explain. Tonight I have an audition. My first for a play, unless you count sixth grade when I auditioned for Romeo and Juliet and probably only got the part because I had a British accent (applause for my dear Papa). But the elementary aside, I am considerably nervous to display my voice for judges.
I do not have an astonishing voice. I know that. But what I do have is perfect pitch. So despite how I sound, I will always be on key. That is a bonus, is it not?
Back to my morning...
So after a few trial and errors, I finally got it to print at work. Huzzah for work! Onward.
On my way to work, I ran into an old friend. He flagged me down to say hello and ask how I was doing and then he said to me (drumroll) "Wow, you're looking really good, now that you're not doing folk dance anymore."
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At the time I didn't stop to think about it and I came back with a witty joke about how everyone on BYU Campus is either in the exercise clothes or all dressed up saying, "I'm a BYU business major!"



 But after a few minutes of walking, I thought... wait a minute. Okay. So I wasn't always gorgeous when I was dancing....


But I sure gave it my all! Poor kid probably didn't even realize what he said. :)

I've gotten into this bad habit of putting my life to a song.

Yesterday it was: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhO6zGh7VD4

A few days ago it was: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AWRHBHDVlQ

Last week it was: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4m_xxjCoXw&feature=related

A week and a half ago it as: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRXlyoVlWTs. Don't tell me those boys aren't adorable. :) This has nothing to do with my life, I just like it.

And today? It changes hour by hour. Ha! This'll do though: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AmTg0cSMF98

So... I should tell you that Rachel Platten is a new discovery of mine and she is AWESOME! Check her out.

Wish me luck and perhaps I'll tell you what my song is tomorrow. ;)