Monday, July 14, 2008

Winter Reminiscer

I was feeling a little bit inclined to complain about the heat here, and then I remembered THIS:

I love the John Taylor building. Ain't it perdy? I wish I had better pictures of the snow. None of these do it any kind of justice. This is really wimpy snow.

There was so much frost on the inside of the car that we had to scrape it off.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

I wasn't quite as upset as I look in this picture. In fact, there was a lot of laughter involved. And the person taking the picture was driving, not me! I know what you were thinking, Dave.

Fun. Yessiree.

I love July.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Teaching Experience

All semester my education psychology class has been building up to the activity that we did today. We applied everything that we learned this semester to a real lesson that we taught to a real kid. I was pretty nervous and spent a lot of time on my lesson plan. I taught my professor's 9 year-old daughter, Alissa, the concept of imagery in literature. It went really well and Alissa seemed to truly enjoy my lesson (more than she had enjoyed the other two lessons given to her today, I might add). We painted and played games and talked about books and read some cool passages from A Wrinkle in Time and James and the Giant Peach. She was beaming the entire time and by the end of the lesson she really understood imagery and was able to identify and apply it. It was fun. I know that this experience was almost nothing like an authentic classroom experience, but I just know that I'm going to love teaching. It comes really naturally to me and I've thoroughly enjoyed any type of lesson I've ever given.

Only one week left!

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

I'm procrastinating homework.

GUYS. I only have 9 more days in Rexburg. 7 more school days. And then I AM FREE FOR 5 1/2 MONTHS!!! I do love school. I really do. But at home I get to see Dale and Michael and Elden and Gretchen and Mom and Dad and Dave and Janel and Amanda and Hailey and Lindsay and Matthew WHENEVER I WANT. *sigh*


Well, now I feel encouraged to start working on homework again. I love you all.

Monday, July 07, 2008

The Tale of the Tight Purple Pants

My Spanish class was having a pre-class Honor Code bash session at BYU-I. As usual, I didn't agree with the popular opinion and was shouting about how I support it but it's really a penal code and people were giggling because I said "penal", when Sarah suddenly started bellowing something about the guy in the tight purple pants she had seen on campus the day before. "Did you see the guy?!" she screamed in ecstasy, "They were the tightest purple pants I've ever seen!" As I sat wondering how many pairs of purple pants she could possibly be referencing as a standard, she suddenly gasped and exclaimed, "HE JUST WALKED BY!" There was no doubt that he had heard her. One, the door was open. Two, he came waltzing into the classroom like a runway model about two seconds later, workin' it with class, this time wearing tight maroon pants. The class was laughing so uproariously I think we might have disrupted the entire building. After the guy left and the class had died down, the cruelty of what had just happened began to dawn on me and I started muttering about peer pressure and forced conformity through humiliation and how ironic it was that we had just been discussing the Honor Code blahddy blahddy blah, but people just looked at me like they were humoring the village idiot. I resolved to congratulate him on his excellent sense of style the next time I see him on campus and to tell him to keep on sticking it to the man.

The moral of the story: Watch what you say because the man in the tight purple pants could be walking by.

Mr. W

I really, really love this video.