The Big Bang

So, yesterday I had a big fiasco. A big bang fiasco to be exact. Tired of the length of my bangs, I decided to cut them, because I looked so cute when they were short before. However, they are now shorter than that. My first attempt in cutting my own hair turned out to be a disaster. Here is proof.

Emma Newmeyer

Emma is the oldest roommate. She turned 20 on November 17. She is also taller than me (which is actually quite a feat in our apartment...) by one whole inch. She is a flute major. We have been serenaded by the lovely sound of that instrument from her bedroom many times. With her degree, she hopes to be able to teach private flute lessons. She is from Lindon, Utah, along with three of my other roommates. Home schooled until she was in high school, she is very smart. She is a senior in credits, even though she is only a sophomore. Emma is just a sweetheart. She often knows exactly what to say to comfort you. She doesn't want to offend anyone by doing anything. For example, she asked everyone if it was alright for her to play her flute for us for two minutes so that she could practice in front of an audience. She has a lovely singing voice in addition to playing the flute marvelously. She also plays the piccolo for the marching band. At the football games, when the band played we would all cheer for her. Emma takes very good care of herself. She goes running almost every morning. I wish I had that kind of self-discipline. Emma blesses our lives by living in our apartment. She is always willing to share insights and her testimony during scripture study.

The damaged flower,
the weathered bloom
rests in the corner
of the room.

A petal falls
the plant does wilt
One might almost think
it had been killed.

The people passing
pay no heed.
Perhaps she should
have stayed a seed.

And kept this heartache
from her soul,
she would have stayed
complete and whole.

This poem needs a title. Any suggestions?

Ballroom class

Tonight is our final for Ballroom dance. We have to go to some club and dance there for at least an hour. As part of the class, we split into two groups and choreographed a dance to perform for each other. We have the option of performing it tonight. Our group did Charleston. Josh came up with a routine, and we learned it last night and performed it for our class. Our group really liked the dance, and they want to perform it tonight. It will be wicked awesome. Even though some of them are not very good at the moves, they all have fun. It's pretty neat. Hooray for dancing!

Today

Today

I heard the wind today.
I felt it too. It gave me
A tiny hug as it passed by,
Letting me know that it was
Watching over me.

I touched the earth today.
Do you know what happened?
It touched me right back.
The touch went straight
To my soul, and I knew
That at least one thing is sure.

I experienced the sun today.
I felt its concern soak into
My skin, infusing itself
Into my being.

I became reacquainted
With life today. It came
And sat in my lap, and
Gave me quite a show
Of affection. And for today,
Life is simple.

I wrote this poem in April. But, I recently posted it on facebook, so I thought it wouldn't hurt to put it here too. I hope you guys like it.

Soup Recipe

My soup challenge is kind of hard to meet. I don't really make soup that much, and I don't have my recipes with me. So, this is my favorite way to make soup. Open a can of soup, warm it up on the stove, put it in a big bowl, and eat it with a spoon. Sometimes I eat it with crackers too.

Stephanie Maxwell

Stephanie Maxwell is my room roommate. She and I share a bedroom at the end of the hall. You have to pass the boy wall to reach our bedroom. Anyway, she is a blast. She was born in Florida, and lived there for most of her life. In high school, she moved to Tucson, Arizona, where she graduated, and then she decided to come to Utah State for college. The tallest roommate at 5'6", Stephanie makes my bedroom delightful. It's because of her that the walls aren't completely bare and ugly. She is a political science major, which can make things interesting when people want to talk politics. She is a sophomore in years, but a senior in credits. She has worked hard for two summers, and one regular school year. She tells me that she has to, seeing as she is out of state without a scholarship. Her mom is Puerto Rican, so when it is her turn to make Sunday dinner, she makes the most delicious Puerto Rican food. Stephanie loves to check the mail. It is one of her favorite things to do. You see, she writes to missionaries. One in particular, Elder Glauser, who is in Chicago. Her calling in our ward is the Relief Society music coordinator. It's great, because she always chooses hymns that aren't really well known. The cool thing is that, thanks to my mom, I know most of the ones she chooses. She is a classically trained bass player. Most of my roommates play musical instruments and have been in bands. It makes singing with them really easy. I like living with Stephanie. She is a very generous person. I'm grateful to be her roommate.