Greetings to all my blog readers! All three of you. I've always wanted to say "greetings" as an introduction. I know you all have been waiting and waiting in suspense, wondering when I would blog again. Well I have good news. Too many funny things this week have happened and I believe you all deserve to hear about it.
1. Apparently I still look like I'm in the 16-18 years old range. Since school has started, I've had way too many people ask if I'm an R.M., when I'm going to turn my papers in, etc. One time (the only time) I went to the mission prep sunday school class, they asked who had served missions. Me and a few others raised our hands and the teacher looks at me and says, "Oh, really? Wow." Small comment, big impact. The most recent occurrence was this week. It started at work with someone saying I looked 18. Then that night while I was taking the trash out, some guys asked if I could help carry some boxes in. There were probably five of us and we piled into the elevator. One thing to note about Alpine Village is that the elevator rides are always, ALWAYS awkward. This time was no exception. So we are going down, and one guy says, "How old are you? You look pre-mission." Before I answer my first thought was "Is he really asking me this to break the awkward silence?" I say, "I'm 21, I've already served." Everyone nodded and raised their eyebrows like it was a huge surprise. What the heck?
2. I went to my very first, and probably last, Pampered Chef sales party. It was a hoax. My friend got invited and told me that a professional chef was "going to teach us how to make a dessert." We got there, and there was sweet Marilynn, our saleswoman. She did teach us how to make a dessert. And you bet she sat us down with a catalog and let us look through it. One of her tactics was to say an item, and we had to find what page it was on. She did this three times, I won twice. And I won a piece of chocolate each time. You'd think this was a nice prize, right? I did, until I discovered that she took it from the candy bowl that was already in the apartment. Real cheap. I put it back in spite of her.
3. I had another biology test. The kids I sit with in class are a lot of fun, but we usually end up not listening to the lecture because it is so boring and impossible to take notes on. None of us did that great on the test, so we all decided that today we were going to pay attention. That lasted for like 10 minutes. By the end of the class we had all taken the Moron Test, an app on my phone, and we had all taken our picture and uploaded it to the FatBooth app. It was so funny. I know I've been complaining about school being so hard. But seriously, PDBio 120 is not the most thrilling class to take.
That sums up my week. This may become a weekly update thing since I work every Friday night and I get bored really quick. I have a stack of notes for Music 201 sitting next to me, but who wants to study Greek literature and Gothic architecture on a Friday night? Not me.
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4 years ago
9 comments:
I loved your first update post-mish. (ha ha). Here's my two cents: You're just going to have to try a few things to make you look older (I mean, only if this problem is really bugging you). I remember one rule my friends and I instigated AFTER college was no more wearing Hollister/Abercrombie/American Eagle/you know, that kind of stuff. We decided once you are committed to being an adult, that stuff has to go. I guess it just looks youthful. Maybe you should implement some of these things now, before you graduate just to get a jump start on the looking like an adult thing. :) (Really, I'm kidding... not about our rule (because it was a real rule... I still won't go into any of those stores) but about trying it now). You look much older than when you left two years ago... just remember that. AND, you'll be grateful you look so young, say... when you turn 30, and people still think you're 25. I guess it's in the Candrian genes.
Also... just so you don't feel so bad... I'll share a story: once my news director at KEPR (my news station in Washington) pulled me in to his office to tell me I looked too young (I was 24) and that I needed to dress more maturely and start wearing my glasses on air. I remember thinking, "WHAT?! SERIOUSLY?!" He bugged me until the day I left that place.
Sorry I left a novel.
I won't leave a novel like some people I know, but I will say, you aren't alone in the looking young thing. I went through it, too (still do sometimes). It's a Candrian thing, I'm sure.
Also, of course you shouldn't study Greek Lit and Gothic Architecture on a Friday night . . . or EVER. What are you taking that class for? :)
I have no idea who the Candrians are, but I loved this post. A Pampered Chef Party? Bahahahahaha.
Can you please start blogging more, I've missed it. I won't worry too much about the whole looking young thing, like AJ and Britt said, looking young is never a bad thing. Unless you're a girl, married and pregnant, and people still think you're in high school, than it might be a bad thing, but I don't think you'll have to worry about that one.
Thanks for blogging, Michael! You're a funny writer. Haha I read your posts :) Oh ya so I don't really know Dean or Candria, but we're taking care of Dean's grandma so would it be cool with you if we click on the link to their blog found on your blog?
holy comments! other people actually read this now! okay. mikie still gets mistaken as a pre-missionary all the time. we went through the slc temple in july and somebody asked him if he needed an escort, and an hour later eating lunch at the lion house somebody asked him if he got his mission call yet... he was like "umm i already served, i got back three years ago..."
Ahhh. You're blogging again. Way to be!
I specifically remember an instance in Portland where Andrea and I went to the Hollister across from my house.....so there goes that one. :) Just sayin.
I remember people thinking Carter was my little brother when I would take him to the park....umm nope. When I was pregnant with him, people thought I was in high school. Embarrassing. Must be the Jeppesen genes.
Quit texting me in class and start paying attention! You're going to get Carpal Tunnel.
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