10 Things I Will Not Miss When I Am No Longer a Student

1. Phenomenal academic power . . . itty, bitty living space.
2. 80 hour weeks, split 17 different ways.
3. Reading thousands of pages per week.  At gunpoint.
4. Oh, you want to go somewhere? Forget about it. You can't afford a car, fool!
5. Feeling guilty for not doing homework after 11pm.
6. Forgetting to eat.
7. Ten different teachers with ten slightly different policies about class.
8. "You must write an academic paper about something to do with this class. You also must feel passionately about it. If you do not feel passionately about your thesis, which must be completely unique and your own (despite the fact that yes, Shakespeare has been studied for centuries, and no, there is no possible way you can look at Shakespeare in a unique, passionate way, but I do require that, so if you can't, you fail, and yes, you absolutely can't, because like I said, it has literally (HA!) all been done before), then you must allow yourself to be publicly ridiculed at least eight times, preferably at the beginning of class, so we can make it last all two hours."
9. Your body is not your own. You have surrendered it to academia. You may think you can eat well and exercise all semester long, but the truth is, there is no freaking way you can manage that. So get used to the fluff, peach. And the gross feeling of being habitually sedentary, because that is not changing. No, ma'am.
10. WHAT DOES "MLA" EVEN STAND FOR?!

Pre Blessed

sat·ire

–noun

1.

the use of irony, sarcasm, ridicule, or the like, in exposing,denouncing, or deriding vice, folly, etc.

2.

a literary composition, in verse or prose, in which human follyand vice are held up to scorn, derision, or ridicule.

3.

a literary genre comprising such compositions.

Nephi, the Water Bender

My brother Nephi wishes he were the avatar. He's practicing water bending on the trampoline.

Dancing Through Traffic.

Anika and I were listening to Lady Gaga. I'm pretty sure this one was "Paper Gangsta." Needless to say, we are huge fans. And really good dancers. I'm pretty sure Anika's going to make a fabulous efy counselor someday.

Highland Fling

...and now for your enjoyment, ladies and gentlemen! The highland fling!

You Say "Grow Up," I Say "Throw Up"

Ever wonder what would happen if you put a whole handful of those cinnamon flavored candies in your mouth, all at once? Stop wondering and start watching.

Ode to Betsy

GIVEN:

1. Betsy=one of my very best friends.

2. Connor=I met him moments before this.

3. This=Awesome.

4. Betsy=Awesome.

PROOF:

5. Awesome=This=Connor

6. Connor=Awesome

7. Betsy=Awesome=Connor

8. Betsy=Connor

...True Love.

Oh yeah also

9. Betsy=Connor, and Connor=just met, and Betsy=best friend, so

10. Connor=Best friend.

...Friends at first sight!

11. If Betsy+Connor=True Love, and

12. Connor=Friends at first sight,

then

13. Betsy+Connor=love at first sight!

"I'm soooOOOooo Smart."

BYU Boys....!

He couldn't see me, but I could definitely see him! He had been doing this for long enough for me to think "Sheesh, I wish I had my camera," and then "Oh I actually have it with me," and then decide to actually get it out, and take the video... so he was pretty much just asking for it.