Chicken for Dinner

Whoever thought it would be a brilliant idea to bring chickens to Hawaii, I would love to have a little chat with them. If you don't know in La'ie chickens are everywhere. They are wild, and breed like rabbits, and noisy. Now you get use to them for the most part, except when they decide to dart out of the bushes and scare the crap out of ya, or when they wake you up at 5:30 in the morning. The whole idea that roosters only crow at dawn is bull, they do it whenever hell they feel like it and Hens are worst. We have this one chicken that no matter how many times we scare it away it just comes right back and it is the loudest, meanest of them all and constantly sounds like she is going to lay an egg. The Worst part is she has decided to make the courtyard between the two female hales (dorms) her favorite place to come in the morning. I think after this morning, my roommate and I are going to be having chicken for dinner on our last night, before going home.

I am DONE!!!!

I did it! I took my linguistics final this morning, hahaha, and now I am done. It is an amazing feeling knowing that you are finally done with school and that you did so without failing a class...I hope:)I have a self dense final tomorrow but I don't really count that one, I have always been able to kick people's butts and protect myself. However now I can do it with a marshal arts twist,oh yeah. Now all that is left is to packing a few more things and enjoy what time I have left here. Today I decided to enjoy myself at the beach to help get as much sun as I can, and it was beautiful. I guess it was my way of celebrating Earth Day. Only a day and a half left.

Explaining the Dumb Bass

I just realized that I should probably explain the dumb bass saying. It isn't because I don’t like saying the word ASS; there is actually a joke behind it. It is kind of cheesy but it makes me laugh. It goes like this:

A fish runs into a cement wall and says "dam".
The cement wall replies "Dumb Bass".

Get it? It is funny, huh. If you don’t think so then too bad. If you don’t get it then....well... I guess you can ask and I will explain it to you, but you should get it. The saying dumb bass has become a popular saying in our house and is often used to describe one another when we do something a little short of brilliant. It is one of the many things I miss about home.

"Dumb Bass of the Year Award"

And the "Dumb Bass of the Year Award" goes to....That’s right none other then me. I had to work really hard to earn this honor. I had to do about a semesters worth of work and then at the very end throw it all a way, why? Because it was the Dumb Bass thing to do. So, now that I have all of you completely confused and slightly worried I probably should explain.

It was a like any Friday afternoon at the end of the semester. I had spent almost the entire day and the day before studying for my Linguistics final. FYI... if you are ever given the opportunity to take Linguistic, DONT DO IT!!!!! Any ways I decided that I was going to check my email and then go take my test. If you aren’t familiar with how test are given now at a BYU campus, they are either given in class or in the testing center, it depends are your teacher. My Linguistics teacher had us take all of our tests in the testing center, and so it would be natural to assume that he would do the same for the final. Of coarse that is a prerequisite to being a dumb bass you have to assume things.

So I am checking my email and I have one from a student from my class that was sent the day before. This nice person had compiled all of the vocabulary in one document and had sent it to everyone to use if they like. At the closing of his email he wished everyone the best of luck studying and that he would see us at 7:oo am Friday morning. At the time I was thinking, why on earth would he have seen us at 7:00 in the morning, did he think we were all going to rush to the testing center as soon as it was open? Of coarse I was reading this email at about 3:30 pm Friday afternoon. To say the least I was confused and was starting to panic. Had he known something I hadn't known. He sure did! After quickly reviewing the available tests at the testing centers webpage and not seeing my test, then going to the syllabus, I learned that my final, mind you this stupid test is worth 20% of my final grade, was given as an in class final from 7-10am. Shit, damn, hell, I believe were my exact words. I called Jessica to see what I could do and she wasn't much help because she was too busy laughing. Even I have to admit it was kind of funny. I mean I had just spent two days studying and the past week and a half writing my research paper for this class and do all of the work up until the very end and then I go a ditch the final. DUMB BASS!!!

I sent an email to my teacher explaining to him my stupidity and begging for mercy and doing a lot of sucking up, my nose may be permanently brown. All I could do was hope for the best. I was surprisingly okay with the whole situation and had quickly come to except the fact my GPA would be in the hole.

I got a response from my teacher late Saturday night and he is going to put the test in the testing center just for me, ironic isn't it that he is going to let me take it in the testing center this time around. I guess the saying is true: Nobody ever gets fired for sucking up to the boss.

There is a lesson to be learned here for everyone: don’t assume things in life, read your syllabus, surprisingly enough they can be good for something beside a paper airplane. They tell you when finals are and where. Even through thing worked out in the end, I still take home the honor of the "Dumb Bass of the Year Award." And I look forward to all of the teasing to come.

Not a Day Off Just an Off Day

I have come to the conclusion that one of the worst kind of days is an "off day." What is an off day you ask? We have all had them, it is the day when things aren't terrible but they're not great and life just seem off balanced for no apparent reason. They are the days where you just don't feel like putting on the show any more and just don't want to smile at every tom, dick, harry, and Mormon that passes. I have found that off days just isn't an emotional thing but a physical thing too, your heart truly feel lower in your chest and it is about to explode. It seem like I have been having a lot of off days lately, with an occasional good day, a bad, and then the worst kind of day. It would make sense that as the time approaches to go Home the days would be easier to get through and and happier, but it not the case. I feel more sad and anxious. There have been several occasion when my parents have almost received a phone call in the middle of the night with me begging to come home that minute, screw finals. But I keep telling myself that leaving before finishing would be the easy way out. Life wasn't made to be easy.It is one week. I can manage one week.
I am excited to come home. I cant wait to see my family and friends. My sisters and I have a list of all the things we want to do this summer. I really don't care if we do a single thing on that list has long as we have fun and can be crazy and can be ourselves.
I am ready to say goodbye to BYU Hawaii for a while. I am tried of playing games. I am ready to break the mold. I want to feel like myself again, I am tired of the loses lose situation. As you can tell I haven't had the day off rather just an off day.

Let the Count Down Begin

In 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1...Blast off. Thats right the official Countdown has begun. It is Ten days until i pack up and say good bye to Hawaii and head on home. Thank heavens. Don't get me wrong I love Hawaii, at least when it is sunny, but it is time to go home for a few months. I miss home so much it not funny. I am excited to see everyone and to see my new niece that everyone and their dog has seen except me. I just wanted to share my excitement with everyone.

Doing Everything But What I should Be Doing

It is official I am a procrastinator. I am doing everything that I possibly can beside what I should be doing, like writing my research paper, my article analysis and study for my damn finals that are next week. I went to the beach today to "study" for my Hospitality final, yeah that went well. Actually I spent most my time sleeping under a towel because it was raining slightly. I have been on Yannette’s blog like three times today and she is on here more then me because every time I have gone on there is a new post. I have been on facebook, I walk over to the RA office to talk to my RA for something to do, and I spent as much time as it is physically possible chewing my dinner.

Why all this effort? Why don’t I just write the stupid papers and get it over with? Well, one I am a procrastinator and two, I think that research papers are stupid and a waste of time. Why should I take someone else’s hard work and effort reword it and call it my own and that supposing that my sources are original work. Yes, I guess this is a linguistics class and it can be argued that I am proving the point that language is infinitely creative and that that you can take the same idea and write it in a way that it has never been written before, but what the point in that? It just goes to show I have a good grasp of my native tongue, Congratulations to me. Why doesn’t my teacher just ask me to write a paper on what I think of this class, if it is creativity he wants I'll give him creativity? Of course I probably just get my butt reported to the honor code office because of my creative language.

At least I know that I am not alone in my feelings, my parent were joking that the difference between plagiarism and research paper is that you plagiarize multiple peoples work. Why can’t teachers see it that way, it not like it is rocket science? I told Jessie today that if she ever makes you students write a research paper I will personally discourage them from writing it.

Well, I guess I can only put this off so much. Whether I like it or not and no matter how stupid it is I still have to write it if I want to even remotely pass this class. I am off to go B.S. my way though a paper or two.