Sunday, June 21, 2009

A Theory on Why Singles Wards

For those of you who don't know, let me first explain what a ward is. The kind I am referring to is a church congregation - not part of a mental hospital. I belong to a ward that is specifically for singles between the ages of 18 and 30. Someone I know pretty well is not a fan of them. Why do we need them? he wonders. He never felt the need to leave his family ward for a singles ward.

Today I attended my parents' congregation, and I had some thoughts on why a singles ward. While sitting in the main meeting, I couldn't help but notice that everyone from much younger than me on up was married or with somebody, at least. It was kind of depressing seeing several couples that looked way younger than my age. Anti-Single's-Wards wasn't single very long, which I don't think would be a big deal, but in my situation I think I feel a lot less depressed when surrounded by peers.

On the other hand, one might argue that if we all attended normal family wards we might be a little more motivated to jump on the bandwagon and get married. Maybe the depression would lead us to desperation and we'd take the plunge . . .

Saturday, June 20, 2009

I'm Stealing My Roommate's Idea

She posted several old texts as she was getting rid of some. I think I will do the same (although, I don't know if I will erase them after):

Hi my favorite friend! - Natalie

Sick = not busy with girls ;) - Justin

Poo Sham Man - Dad

You guys going to fhe? Wanna carsonk? Carsonk = predictive text for carpool, Haha! - Brian

Yo. I'm home. - Abbie

Hey what happened to you? - Brady

Sorry i went to bed and thought you never responded. - Brady

And here's the draft of a text I once started to a roommate. I don't know what I was trying to write, but I can't erase this draft because of what it says:

Are you congressional

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Long Work Day

The graduation ceremony for my high school was Thursday evening. Each year I go through various emotions throughout the ceremony, and I usually feel myself edging towards panic. So far I have been blessed to not actually go into a full-blown panic. This year, I stood and thought about the things I have failed at this year. After awhile I decided that it's probably too late to fix those things and that I need to forgive myself and do better next year.

One of my students spoke at the graduation, and I was kind of surprised when I found myself crying when she thanked me in her speech - I don't recall if I've done that in previous years or not. I had already heard her speech - she practiced it for the case manager and me - so I don't know why it got to me so much that night, but it did. I care about my students, but I don't usually care too much when they leave - I'm glad they graduate and hope life goes well for them, and that's pretty much it, so it was interesting to feel a little more connected to things, I guess.

The principal gave us Friday off, due to graduation the night before. However, I will not be at our last day of work this next week, so I went and worked by myself - for 10 hours!! How do some people do that on a regular basis??!! In fact, I took a break for about an hour to get some personal things done and to try to mellow out a little, but it was a long day. I was talking to myself a little by the end of it - don't worry, Dad, I knew who I was talking to. Anyway, my point with this story is - if you can avoid working for that many (or more) hours in a day, I definitely recommend it.

Friday, June 5, 2009


Earlier this week, my roommate and I were driving home from dinner. We are currently looking for a place to move to, so we drove down various roads on the way to see if there were places for rent that we might want to look at. We drove down a dead-end street. The end of it has a wash. Roommate and I were looking at the houses for "For Rent" signs. At some point I looked in front of me, and this is what I saw:
Scary, huh? Straight in front of me, in the wash, was a man meditating. I let out some kind of surprised exclamation about a Man meditating straight ahead, which also gave my roommate a start when she looked. It was really bizarre and creeped me out - I just wasn't expecting it. I don't know how that man decided that a wash would be a great place to meditate, but there he was, before my eyes. Roommate kind of wanted to go talk to him, but I was too scared. Not only that, but one does not wish to be interrupted when one is meditating, I think.