The First of December

Oh, school. I cannot wait for it to end. Only two more weeks. Two weeks I can do. It's been very stressful recently--papers and tests and worksheets and reading. I'm writing a final paper for my English Theory class, and it has to be the hardest conceivable paper that anyone has been required to write. Ever. Just kidding. It only boils down to me being the lone freshman in the class, and being expected to write like a scholar. Newsflash! I don't write that well! It will be fine. Sure, isn't everything just fine in the end? Always is.

Let's see. It's the first of December today! I got a free advent calendar in front of the bookstore at the WILK today, and I am very, very excited to eat my first piece of chocolate from behind the first flap. Advent calendars always remind me of when Hannah and I were little, living in Bedford. One morning she put her chocolate for the day on the top of her cornflakes. She went upstairs to go get mum to show her, and I sat there tossing around the idea of eating her chocolate. It was just sitting there. Needless to say, I did eat it, and when mum came down she got upset and Hannah got my chocolates for a week, I believe. Her chocolate was in the shape of a Christmas tree. Funny the things we remember.

I have decided that it will be a productive Saturday today. I will get much homework done, including revising my theory paper and catching up on PS100 reading/studying. I feel like so much is happening with it being finals week soon that I'm going to be forgetting about some major test or something. I'll be okay, though. Sure, if I made it this far I can last for another two weeks.

Sorry, that was a lot about school. Oh! I recently acquired a plant which I originally thought was an African Violet. She sits on the windowsill in the kitchen, and is the best smelling plant I have ever smelt. I was concerned the other day, however, because her leaves were yellowing and her petals were curling up at the edges, so I googled it. The images attested that she is, indeed, NOT and African violet, but a cyclamen. I still call her Violet, though. Jamie's convinced that I'm trying to kill her on purpose, which is most certainly not the case. It's nice to have something to take care of, but I appear to be doing a really crappy job of it...oh well. Do my best! She a good little houseplant. I highly recommend cyclamen because they are in full bloom during the winter months when flowers are scarce. She's an excellent addition to the kitchen.

Gratitude Moment:
Today I am grateful for the people in my ward. Thank you Bry and Dallin and the other people who came by our apartment to involve us in tonight's activity (and I'm sorry I didn't come). I don't know everyone in the ward, but those I do know are top-notch, high watermark people that I love and respect. I think the bishopric is wonderful--especially Brother Perkins. You're a good friend to me. I'm grateful to Peter, Kaesen, and Bryan, my fellow Sunday School presidency, for the amazing aptitude to put up with me during meetings (which I know are sometimes torturous).

Scripture of the Day:
2 Nephi 19:21......."Manasseh, Ephraim; and Ephraim, Manasseh; they together shall be against Judah. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still."

I like this one. Stick together. God will be there no matter what.