Natural Sceptre

So.  I decided that I wasn’t going to write a blog entry today…because I have too many negative things to say.  But that would be boring, and disappoint my adoring fans.  And PLUS, I have some nice, good things to say, too.  So here we go.

Well, I’ll start off with yesterday, and a pleasant thing.  I actually finished my assignments between last night and this morning- and was relatively stress free about it.  Don’t know, guess I hit my zen.  And, to top it off, John came home and said the words I LOVE to hear: “Today was a good day.”  I don’t know why it makes me so happy when he says that.  But it does.

SO.  Fast forward to this morning.  I got up early to put the finishing touches on some papers and then we headed to school.  The morning went pretty well- all until we tried to go back to campus for science class.  We remembered to bring both cars this time, and ended up following eachother up and down campus for half an hour looking for parking.  We ended up parking WAAAY far away, which I usually don’t mind, except for the fact that on Wednesday nights I leave campus on my own…around 9pm.  Sure, Provo is a safe place, but I just don’t dig that senario.  It just so happens, though, that I have a VERY sweet brother who left his friend’s house to come and pick me up, and drive me to my car.  I know.  Doesn’t everone need a couple of good guys around?

Well- to get what aggravated me so much today: The title of this entry is “we don’t talk about it a lot,” because it was the phrase MOST USED by my Book of Mormon teacher tonight.  My first BOM class was actually one of my favorite classes when I first got here.  It was a little bit of time out of my day, a couple days a week, where I felt uplifted and strengthened, and I had FUN.  We talked about interesting things, we stayed simple.  So what if John thinks I had a crush on my teacher, I just really enjoyed the class.  But NOW, now…I’m actually upset by my new teacher…he literally makes me feel upset.  He is so negative, and makes things up about the scriptures, and LOVES to tell stories.  Not the once upon a kind time of stories, but “The bretheren don’t talk about this a lot, but…” kind of stories.  Honestly, I love the leadership of this church, I love my faith, and the doctrine associated with it, what I DON’T love is a man who tries to sensationalize things by telling stories.  He is just sooo negative- everything he reads from the scriptures means something horrible to him.  I’ve never experienced anything quite like this.  It’s rather odd.  My favorite bit of info he shared tonight started with, “Now, this isn’t doctrine, but I happen to strongly believe that…” and I’m not sharing the things he talked about on purpose.  Because they just make me mad.  I’m not quite sure what to do.  John suggested that I write a very honest evaluation when the course is done, but I guess I’m just disappointed.  I guess I expected more than a sarcastic floor show for a religion class at BYU. 

So that got me in a mood- and that mood coupled with Provo drivers got me in SUCH a state by the time I was finished shopping at Harmon’s tonight, that when I said,

“Oh, my hands are so cold after picking out frozen veggies!” to the clerk and he said,

“Try bringing in a truckload of that stuff,”

I nearly screamed:

“ARE YOU CALLING ME A PRINCESS?”

But I didn’t.  Because the man was actually very nice.  He wasn’t implying anything.  AND, he put all my groceries into four, equally weighted bags classified in the exact order that I put them away in.  And it was that moment that I realised that I might be a little hormonal.

But it’s ok.  I’m home now, my husband will be home in 30 minutes, and we have an exciting day planned tomorrow.  I got some tickets for a train ride, the Heber Creeper.  It’s my latest reward at work for reaching my goal.  It’ll be a good evening, a good day.  And I only have to go to that class one more time.  That’s all.