This is My life in a NUTSHELL (a large nutshell, like a walnut or maybe a coconut)

WORK!

Whoa. Last semester was like a fetus compared to this semester. It's awesome though. AWESOME! I can tell that the spirit is definitely helping me learn, and I love LOVE that we start each class with a prayer, because it helps. I have gen chem every day, 7:45-8:45, and I love it. We're breezing through everything. Thank goodness I have such an awesome group. There's this one dude who knows everything, it seems, and he's really good at explaining. The other two people are nice also. Because my class is so early, I've been going to bed early...10-11pm early...

I have college algebra, and that class is going to just be an enhanced review of everything. I feel really stupid sometimes, though, because I know that I know how to do the math, but I don't remember how to do it, and it's such simple math! Oh, but something really cool: I've never been good at story problems (they confuse me unless they're really simple) but because we have the spirit here, I was able to figure through some that I would never have known how to do before. I LOVE  BYU-I!

Let's see...I have BOM part 2, and my teacher's hilarious, and he makes class comfortable. Like, I think I may actually comment in that class....maybe. In the first class, he said something about how he can tell how good a class is going to be by how they sing the first hymn (with parts and stuff). We sang without midi, without piano. We started on the first line of "We Thank Thee, Oh God, for a Prophet", and everyone sang the melody....then when we came to the second line, it was like, all of a sudden, there was the bass, and the alto, and the tenor...it was SO SO SO beautifulcoolawesome! It made me smile, and it definitely brought the spirit. That class will be more work, but I know I'll get so much out of it.

Then I had a foundations genetics class, but I dropped it. It was not interesting, and now I know I'll never do anything with genetics (although I do have to take a class in genetics for my major...funtimes.) Instead, I signed up for a nutrition class. It's all stuff I know, and so it'll be easy, and perhaps enlightening...but probably not. I know nutrition.

Then Tues/Thur, I have a communications class...that class is CRAZY. It's going to be one of the worst discomforts of my life, but I know that if I put effort into it, it'll help me. 

Then I have lab on Tues, 3:15-5:15, and we didn't do a lab this time, but worked on a worksheet. And now I understand sigfigs. SIGFIGS!

Today at 4:30 I go to the snow to fill out a card to be assigned a piano teacher, and they'll probably tell me that I'm not good enough and I'll have to start from the beginning. But that's okay, because I could use the practise, I guess. 

And I'm being responsible this semester, actually doing my homework right after I come home. It's good. If I didn't do that, I'd fall way behind. And I have nothing else to do anyway. If I had any free time at all, it would probably be spent on Facebook. And that is a tremendous waste of time. 

I say "and" a lot.

I also say "awesome" a lot.

The weather was really interesting yesterday. The sky was all nice and blue and cumulus-y, and I was in the Hinckley, looking out at the sky for an hour, and gradually, these huge, dark, sweet storm clouds moved in. I took pictures. I still had 20-ish minutes before class, so I went outside and lay (lie? laid? Stupid english) in the grass, and looked at the sky. I took more pictures. It got really windy, and eventually I went to the genetics class (which I dropped that night). After class, as I was walking through the gardens to get home, it started raining all of a sudden. But part of the sky was still beautiful and cumulus-y, and right above, it was dark and ominous and heavy. So the sun was still shining, and it was raining. It was summer rain. There was that smell...that smell of just-rained-on sunbaked concrete. LOVE!! Then, a couple minutes later, it stopped. I was across the street from Kerr when the absolute most awesome thing happened. It started raining again, but this time I was in FULL sun, with the dark clouds to the left, and the sun to the right, and it RAINED for  maybe three minutes, then it stopped. It. was. cool. I took pictures. Emmz said that it hailed where she was. LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!!

Oh, haha, also, during Music Outlet on Monday, there were almost no people there, since it was the first one, and I assume not many people knew that they were having it that night, and people were just getting up and performing (usually they sign up) and then the last person who got up did this:

He stood by the mike for a minute, with his guitar, and said something like, "Hang on, trying to remember how this goes...." Then he looked into the audience and asked, "what's your name" to people sitting in the second row. There was a guy and his wife, and the guy answered, but then Man On Stage said, "no, the girl sitting next to you". Wife answered, "Alyssia" or something like that, and MOS said, more to himself, "A-lyss-i-a...no, that won't work". Then this: "What's your name in the mickey mouse shirt?" "Chloe", said Chloe. And then he said, to himself again, "Chlo-e, chlo-e, yeah, that'll work." And then, oh my gosh, it was so funny!!! he started singing: "Chlo-o-e, can't you see, you're the only girl for me, Steph-a-nie. Steph-a-nie, can't you see, you're the only girl for me, Na-an-cy. Na-an-cy, can't you see, you're the only girl for me, (and then he paused for a second) An-tho-ny. An-tho-ny, can't you see, you're the only guy for me, Ti-mo-thy. Ti-mo-thy, can't you see, you're the only guy for me, (he paused again) ...Chlo-o-e." That's not exact, but you get the idea. It was so funny. I felt kinda bad afterward, though, because there was this other girl there who had on a mickey mouse sweater, but I know he was asking me because I was a few rows behind Wife Alyssia, and a bit to the left. Funtimes.

I took the math 110 placement test (i don't know why you have to take it when you've already taken 108, but whatever) and got 26/30, 86%. Nothing to brag about, but I'm happy. It's not for a grade, just so that you know you're in the right class. 

I'm dissolving my enamel with diet soda, in all its caramel-coloured goodness. 

Our chem teacher made homemade rootbeer in chem this morning. Chem class rules. So does Bro. Manner. He's a cool guy. But that class would be way hard if you had never had chem before. 

In short: I love college, I have lots of homework, the weather is awesome, and this semester's gonna be the best semester in the entire history of the world (at least until next summer).