This post is really more of a journal/travel log, but I am vain/confident enough to think that my readers are interested. If not, skip to the end. Ooh, I think I will post some pictures.
Tonight was awesome. My roommates and I talked to a friend of ours, while I noodled on the guitar. (In my defense, that was homework. practice 45 minutes a day...) and then I sang them some random songs. Jet plane!!! and Fire and Rain!! I love them. They had nothing to do with what we were talking about, but they were fun. Later I taught them a few guitar chords. I have decided that they need to learn guitar so we can play together.
My religion class for the time being is the Writings of Isaiah. I completely love it. My teacher is a really cute grandmother- who knows Hebrew and ancient history and has been to the Holy Land. Cool, huh? Later I'll be writing papers called "Isaiah the Man" and "Isaiah's World." I am excited.
I was reading in the 6th chapter of the same verse, and I didn't really understand what he was saying. For the first time I assumed not that his meaning was obscured beyond discernment, but that I just didn't understand. My understanding finally came down to one thing- the meaning of the symbol "the teil-tree." If I knew what it was, I could piece together the metaphor and then get what he was saying. (Does anyone know what a teil tree is?) Anyway, it was significant to me that the very thing I usually skipped over- confusing symbols- was the key to the whole chapter.
Does it sound like I'm just playing around in my classes? Social Dance. Brass Quintet. Symphonic Band. Guitar. But the others- Writings of Isaiah, Human Development, History of writing and the History of Music- aren't just playing around. Four of them satisfy graduation requirements, and Human Development is the first class in the Elementary Education major. And I love music. (Is that enough justification? I hope so.)
Between all those, my friends, my roommates, my ward, and my job, I am pretty busy. (I will tell you about it in a second.) But I love it. I love being busy, I love it when every minute counts. I am bored in none of my classes, and I enjoy the homework. Odd, huh?
Today and yesterday were crazy. I feel the need to tell you about them.
Class from 9-10:15
Worked on a paper 10:15-11
11-12 Campus devotional
12-1 lunch with a friend (okay, not all of today was awful)
1-3 symphonic band. (awesome!)
3-4 practice trumpet (band was awesome, but I wasn't so... awesome.)
4-5:15 class
Catering meeting 5:15-6:30
Brass quintet meeting 6:30-7
Guitar class 7-8.
Let me point out that I had to carry my guitar with me all day. Everywhere I went. I've still got the hard shell guitar case... Let me also point out that there is no dinner scheduled there. I grabbed half a brownie and some water during the catering meeting...
Today was a little better, but I am lucky I got any homework done. It was class, then trumpet practice then work. (A good friend of mine was scheduled during her class and a meeting for church. So I picked up her shift. I didn't think I was going to get off until eleven or midnight, but another guy in catering covered for half of the shift I was covering. Very much grateful.)
I hope that I don't need to call these "a normal day in Holly's life." I hope things settle down. Sort of.
Okay, the long-promised pictures.
Here I am, working! Yep. Ladling punch into cups is work... in my defense I was on my feet for hours without sitting down.
This is Karen, one of my very best friends. And her boyfriend, Tyler. Of whom I wholeheartedly approve.
More friends at catering. The girl in the red and the guy are related to me! Their last name is Cluff. (Some ancestors on my mother's side are Cluffs. Moses Cluff and Rebecca Langman came across the plains in the handcart companies and got married when they arrived in the valley. Cute, huh? The Cluff family moved to Arizona, which is where I think these two were from.)
Can you read that? It says, "Where am I? Why am I here? Am I in trouble?"I think that is exactly what I would think, if I were a large spoon taped to an ice machine, far away from home...
I don't know if we ever found out why it was up there.
