This quote came to mean a lot to me this year:
“A person is a fluid process, not a fixed and static entity; a flowing river of change, not a block of solid material; a continually changing constellation of potentialities, not a fixed quantity of traits.” –Carl Rogers, On Becoming a Person
I had to write ‘teeth’ on the palm of my hand to remind myself to brush my teeth the next time I went back to my apartment because I forgot to before I left the first time. This happened several times
I joined an intramural futsal (indoor soccer on a basketball court) team and had a really great time! It has been years since I have played soccer and I am not very athletic and not very good, but I think I had the most fun out of everyone on my team. I also improved the most (which isn’t that hard to do when you suck, but I’m not even sad about it).
I started going to the gym. Yep, you read that right. I never would have guessed it either. But I actually really love it. I am on week 4 of my Couch to 5k podcast. (Curse you, shin splints!) My ultimate goal: rock solid thighs, courtesy of those 2 minutes wall sits that I do four sets of every workout. Common thoughts that I have at the gym:
- I’m really feeling this in my calves. They are gonna be ripped.
- Wow. Their bicep is bigger than my head.
- Do you REALLY need to hold your boyfriend’s hand while talking to your friend on the other side of you WHILE WALKING IN A RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER AND TAKING UP TWO THIRDS OF THE TRACK?
- My calves have gotta be looking good by now.
- I really hope that person walking around in jeans is just here to check out what’s available.
- Do my calves look toned yet?
A thought I had every (both) time(s) I washed my sheets: “If being an adult means making your bed again after washing your sheets, then I want no part of this.”
I am dual majoring in special education and elementary education. I got accepted into both programs. (Despite the aforementioned and following forays into adulthood. I don’t know what that means for your children.)
I got my first chance to work in a classroom as an educator. I spent five weeks of spring semester in a fifth grade classroom, Tuesday through Thursday from 8 to 4, as an aide. AND I LOVED IT! (Confirmation 1 that I am doing the right thing with my life)
I got Valentine’s Day cards addressed to Miss R. Things just got really real.
My favorite class this semester was ELED 3000, which is a foundations of education class. In this class, we talked about a lot of social issues related to education in regards to race (did you know that race is the number one predictor of academic success?), white privilege (after reading Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack and Breeze at My Back, my eyes were opened), gender stereotyping (and the whole slew of problems that comes along with that for both genders), the school to prison pipeline, homeless students in the education system (and how they can break the cycle of homelessness and be a role model for their siblings). Wow. Don’t even get me started. I am all fired up and ready to fight for the underdog!
Concerts attended: twenty one pilots, The National Parks x2, Bastille, Little Barefoot x4 (my favorite local band), Smallpools. I will be seeing Death Cab for Cutie tomorrow and I get a little teary eyed just thinking about it (because a) I have always wanted to see DCFC so much that I was willing to sell my kidney to do it and b) because I won’t actually have to sell my kidney to do it.)
This is a picture with Brady, the lead singer of the National Parks, and me and my friends. Immediately following this picture, I proposed to him. He said no, but there was a whole 5 seconds before he said no so he was obviously considering it. Next time!
The fan vent cover in the bathroom looked like it needed to go to the groomer to get its fur trimmed so my roomie and I bit the bullet and took it down to clean. This resulted in utilizing the tub to clean and sanitize the vent cover so we could touch it as little as possible. Afterwards, we needed to rinse out the tub. When I turned the faucet on, I got more than I bargained for in the form of a direct hit to the head from the shower, courtesy of that little doohickey still being up.
I read 27 books for fun. Click here and here to see what books I liked, what I didn’t and what I wouldn’t touch again with a ten foot pole.
I went on dates. (Wow, that is still weird to say out loud…out written…?) Like a guy asked me out and we went and ate food and played games or went ice skating. And it happened more than once. Ya, I’m shocked, too. Most of these dates were blind dates set up by a friend (no Tinder!) and, with all this experience, I think I could write a pretty comprehensive guide to blind dating. He’s Just Not That Into You definitely upped my dating game.
In my special ed adapted technology class, we watched this video (below) and it made me tear up. (Confirmation 2 that I am doing the right thing with my life)
Me and one of my best friends got together almost every single week and ate tacos and watched Malcolm in the Middle. After our year and a half hiatus, we have made it to Season 6 Episode 15 out of 7 seasons and have eaten through at least five times that many tacos.
This conversation between me and two of my roomies really happened:
[I walk into our living room. Two of my roomies are sitting on the couch.]
My roomies: We decided that, next year, we want to be the Dylans of our apartments.
Me: What exactly does that mean…?
My roomies: [after looking at each other] We don’t really know. But it’s a good thing.
*I’m just going to assume that they are talking about how I am so apologetically myself. I still don’t know though…they could mean so many things…
My hair and I went through a lot of changes this past year from attempting to dye it purple black (and it turning out black) to deciding to cut 10 inches off on the fly (after growing it out for over four years) to tinting it purple (and having much more success this time).
So they have poetry slams in Utah. Betcha didn’t know that! Do you ever have that feeling where you feel connected to everything, like the ground, you and the sky are all one? That is what I feel like when I go to poetry slams. CONNECTED. Definitely has been my favorite thing to do this year. (I even slammed at one!) Slam poet, Neil Hilborn, came and performed as part of the University’s mental health awareness week and it was out of this world.
Hockey is life aka my other favorite thing to do this year. My favorite moment was when I got really caught up in the game and yelled “Get it together, Fisher!” and my friends had to hold me back the rest of the game so I wouldn’t go fight someone on the ice and also so I wouldn’t accidentally launch myself down the bleachers.
Best Conversation Overheard: At a hockey game
Girl: Ya, Karly [because I can’t actually what name they said] was dating my brother and came to Thanksgiving dinner with my family.
Guy: What?!! Karly ate dinner with your family? She is the richest girl in Burley, Idaho! Her dad invented a brand of fertilizer.
At said hockey game.
My sophomore year has been spent living in the paradox that out of the three roomies who I share a bathroom with (FOUR GIRLS TOTAL), the roomie that is here 10% of the time makes 95% of the mess…(i.e. foundation on the walls and cupboards and inside my drawer…hair EVERYWHERE…toothpaste on the other side of the bathroom not even near the sink…MY conditioner on the wall…)
I no longer am taking any math classes, but I still carry around my calculator in my backpack because a) what if I need it for something and b) I don’t feel like a student if I don’t have a calculator with me while on campus/going to class.
I am studying abroad in Germany this summer!
I am tight with the workers at the dining halls on campus. Pasta guy knows me as gluten free girl. Main line guy sees me coming on tater tot day and asks, “Tater tots?” and I say, “So many.”
And the cherry on top was this moment at Walmart with my mom and dad:
[we run into someone that my mom and dad grew up with and they start chatting]
Lady: So how many kids do you have?
Mom: We have a sixteen year old *pause*
Lady: *in pause* is this your sixteen year old?
Mom: No, this is our twenty one year old return missionary.
Me: Sweet. I will be forever doomed to teenagerdom.
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