surprised adoption

My life with advisers. Elementary my parents were my adviser and told me I could be anything I wanted. So at five I decided Veterinarian was the right fit for me. My teachers fostered that desire, and then I learned about junior high. Junior high introduced me to my first counselor, Mr. M. During our first meeting about future careers, I told him I was going to be a Veterinarian.  His response "wouldn't you rather be an assistant, or technician." I told him I would rather be a Veterinarian. His response "I think assistant would be a better fit." Thank you Mr. M. High school led me down a road with two years with a counselor who wanted to be Mr. Cool and not help me at all.  Luckily I had two years with a counselor who set me up with internships and honors classes. When I got to college I was excited to take classes and get involved with my major. My first semester meeting with my adviser I felt like I was in Junior high again.  I was asked what I was getting in my biology class, and said around a B, her response, "I was expecting lower." Second semester I went in for a tentative schedule, and this is what I was told, "I would recommend you take a personal communications class."  Ha! I am in that class now and I love it, although I'm not sure its helping with interpersonal communication, I mostly laugh. Third semester I went to see my adviser. I asked her if there was a penalty for taking the gre twice, her response "I don't know, I'm not on the board that goes over scores." I thought she should at least have an idea because every student she deals with has to take the gre. I asked her what classes I needed to take, and she told me I had to take human physiology and anatomy.  I asked her when that class became a requirement, and she said it had always been a requirement. So I ignored that, and continued on with the meeting.  Then finally I asked her "when did vet schools require human phys." Her response "Vet school, I thought you wanted to go to med school."  If I wanted med school why would I  make an appointment with the college of agriculture adviser, directly over pre-vet students?  Then I asked her if she knew of any research opportunities. She of course said no, and gave me a list of Professor's emails. Adding classes for my junior year, I find out she is in charge of undergrad research programs.  So nice of her to tell me.

Biased

For my Psychology of genders class we had to write what we know about Men and Women, so here is a draft. 

Men are typically larger, broader and built for working. They commonly have shorter hair, facial hair, and are taller. Growing up with men I have learned they are very direct in communication.  Men like to get to the point, and avoid using lots of details.They are more reserved and don't express thier feelings verbally.  Men are healthy, and seem to have a very good immune system.  Men can eat junk food and survive.  Men are very protective, and like to be in control. A man’s role in parenting is typically the enforcer. Men like to try and fix things and work with their hands, so they will generally do well in more hands on and analytical classes. Boys growing up are very active as children, and experimental.  Boys are willing to try anything, even if it means wearing a cast the whole summer. Men’s biggest strength is being straightforward, and their weakness is being simple.

Women are usually more petite and built for child bearing and rearing. Women look feminine, softer features, typically with longer hair and shorter. Women tell a story when they communicate.  They are very verbal and descriptive and use their hands and body language a lot. Women are very good at persuasion by guilt trip.  Women seem to fall victim to being sick more and longer than men. A woman’s role in parenting is the nurturer; always there to listen, and comfort, men just want to fix things. If women put time into their education they are very good with left brain activities. Women tend to think they have the whole world on thier shoulders and must rise to the occassion always. Girls growing up tend to play with dolls, and are pushed into homemaking activities. However they excel in most everything they do.  Women’s strength is being able to express themselves, women’s weakness is trusting men. 

Summer

 Here's to summer never ending.  Here's to running outside with short sleeves. Here's to sandals, and spinning fans. Here's to hiking and biking, and sleeping without blankets.

Fourth of July Fun, This summer no parade just fireworks in Yerington, which were awesome. 

 Here's to the best season out there. Here's to driving with the windows down.  Here's to not wearing sweat shirts and star gazing at midnight.  Here's to evening strolls in tank tops. Here's to sun bathing, swimming in lakes, reservoirs, and swimming pools.

Swimming!

 There are three weeks of summer left, and not even Logan can take that away from me.  I'm not a fan of winter and snow and freezing temperatures. I'm not a fan of wearing layers to school, only to strip down to nothing, because custodians don't know how to regulate temperatures. Here's to not embarrassing myself on the ice rink because even after two years of lessons, I still fall.

Frozen

 Here's to not skiing, because even after many lessons I still go thirty feet when I make a pizza with my skis. Here's to not getting hurt while sledding.  Not a fan of slipping on ice, because no matter how desolate the road is, someone will see me, and laugh. Here's to not walking into wind from the canyon/arctic seas.  Let it be known that hot chocolate is not a cold season drink, and can be had every day.  Here is to enjoying a nice fall.  Leaves changing colors, and pumpkins. Here's to a nice hunting season, and possibly getting something if I come along.  Here's to settling in for a long semester of homework, and studying.

Study Study

Here's to the end of a long journey, and the beginning of a new adventure.  Here's to all of us.

Fires!

Junior Year

Here goes another school year. Monday was full of classes and seeing old faces. I don't remember a lot about Monday other then it was the first day of my first physics and interpersonal communications class. Physics required, interpersonal communications recommended to me by my adviser. In communications we were asked to make a list of our strengths and weaknesses in communication. My list went a little something like this.
Strengths:                                 Weaknesses:
eye  contact                              Nervous
common interests                      opinionated
funny                                         Quiet
stories                                       Horrible Listener
openness                                   Shy
                                                 Zero filter
Somebody put good listener on their strengths and professor said I'm surprised not listening isn't under weaknesses, when I very timidly raised my hand and said I have it. Communications should be a good class besides the speaking in public.
Tuesday I had a physics lab, and then I donated blood. Tuesday night they played Thor on old main. We went down as a dorm room, minus two. I am awful at watching movies, I have to be doing something else even now, I'm typing doing homework and watching a movie. During Thor I left for a half hour, came back and slept, not that I could see or hear the movie to begin with, but I need to work on my movie watching skills.
Wednesday I slept, and went to classes, ran, and then slept for 12 hours.
Thursday I didn't go running, because I slept in, completing my twelve hours of sleep. Went to my physics lab and went and sat in the wrong room, sat for a good five minutes before I realized everybody had an ecosystems book, I needed the next room down. Walked into that room,  nobody was there, the door shut behind me, sent my friend a text and went to leave, but the door wouldn't open.  I put full force on the door and came bursting through the door into a crowded hall way near panic on my face.
I think the hardest thing about this year is not knowing where home is. I've kind of broken down and asked for some sort of guidance. I don't know whether to fast or give something up for forty days.  Sophomore year I was so sure of myself and who I was, where I was going. I realized this year I'm growing up way too fast. Wheres the brick that was promised to be placed on my head to stop me from growing when I was six.  Most days I sleep a lot, I added another class to my schedule which will make for eighteen credits. I hope that is enough to keep me studying and preparing for school.  This year I will take the GRE, and study for it, hopefully get involved in research, volunteer at the elementary school, first time officer in the pre-vet club, member of animal science-raising cows and what not. Busy year hopefully the vet schools love me. While boot shopping, we came across a store, I thought it was called pharmacy and market, and commented on what a strange  name, when my friend said, that's Walmart.
Friday the final day in the week, TGIF, I can say goodbye to the longest week of my life, longer then my last week at the ranch, longer then spring break spent in the hospital, longer then the week before graduation, or the week before my  birthday, well maybe not that long. Went running, I'm starting to wake up late, which is no bueno. Luckily I have someone to run with, or else I'd have gone back to bed. I'm going to start my marathon training Monday, or Tuesday depending on when my brother leaves, probably Monday.  I signed up to be a volunteer for a spook run the day before Halloween, which means I can't run in, but I can see how a five-k is set up for and planned for. At the beginning of this year I though Lil wayne's song how to love was the song of my life, now I would say its I get a little bet stronger.  I don't even know why I feel jaded.  Friday night, we found our old roommates and we went to an institute thing and ate, and the plan was to go feed fish popcorn, but we didn't really know where there was a fish pond. So we ended up walking to the quad, and then we were going to go to the fish pond, then we were going to go kidnap one of our friends so we turned around and walked down old main to his house.  We were ready to surprise him with our spelling of KIM, however nobody answered, so we decided to find our other old roommate, only we ran into our friend on the way down, so then we talked for a while, but he had a date, so we all went our separate ways. Only his date was one house down from where our other roommate lived. We did a little creeping to see if we were at the right house, luckily we were. We ended up sitting and talking and re-hashing old times for the better part of three hours.  We left at eleven thirty and I wanted some sort of doughnut so we walked down to Smiths only they put their doughnuts away at midnight. We headed down to a gas station, until we discovered the invention of nutella on pop tarts.  We had to meander our way through the streets of Logan. Pretty epic we hopped a fence, climbed on dumpsters to get to higher sidewalks, may have trespassed some just to end up on the wrong side of the road, walking up a median, as cars come towards you at top slow speeds. Got to the pop tart house and  had pop tarts and nutella, and it was really good. Finally went to bed, at two in the morning.
Saturday was family drama, and swimming at Bear Lake, probably my new favorite spot, Angies for giant hamburgers and scones, cruising McDonald's parking lot, asking burger king if we can cruise their parking lot, perfume samples at the mall, the biggest game of chess and beating a tough competitor, parts of Mickey Blue eyes, and movies with the sibling, friends, and roommates, early morning walmart runs, and bacon for breakfast, two hour ride home with the bass up, beto's burritos, and brownies, plus no school on Monday. Thank goodness for good friends, who get you through hard times, by promising to make you eat your weight in ice cream.

Epic Adventures

Cool stories are often told in classes, or something interesting about you.  What if I don't have an interesting aspect of my life that stands out?  My stories all blur together. So here goes I'll try and recount some interestingly cool stories.  I'll start from childhood.  One of the earliest stories I remember is when my Grandma came to visit.  My grandma is terribly afraid of worms, so me being the young prankster of four ran out and grabbed a handful of nothing, ran inside and pretended to have a worm.

dinner partie
Scared my Grandma, and I laughed pretty hard.  The next interesting story involves a very scared myself and my brother, after watching Walker Texas Ranger. My parents were gone to a wedding, and my brother and I trekked across many fields ending up at the wedding, full of burs and chicken pox. Skipping ahead to tonight, when I went to a long day of classes, and wasn't sure if I wanted to go to FHE with my friend. While walking home I ran into my friend, and was invited, so I ran up grabbed my shorts and headed to a red neck slip and slide. I didn't do anything very epic, but the slip and slide was pretty fun, and the people jumping onto it were crazy. People were running and jumping and landing on everything breakable. They had a baby slip and slide, with no line, so that was mine. Famous last words will be "it might hurt but it will be worth it." My epic adventures are somewhat not epic. I've decided to not jump any ditches I know I can't jump, because when I was learning to jump ditches I jumped one, I couldn't jump, and was stranded in a ditch in a dress for a good thirty seconds before I realized I could stand up. Giving blood 2011. 

Blood donor

Giving blood is an epic adventure let me tell you.  Went to donate blood and sat in the chairs waiting for my chance. Sat for a good half hour texting my friend who was in the process. When I sat down to give blood my phlebotomist looked spiteful or angry, probably because I was really chipper. I have the attention span of a five year old, and could not pay attention to what she was saying. Finally got through the preliminaries and on to the blood draw. Luckily my friend was there because I talked to her while the initial needle was jabbed in my arm. I was told that it would sting becasue of the iodine.  The stinging never went away so she said she would turn the needle to relieve the pain.  Never agree to that, so she took the tape off, and moved the needle, which wasn't much better, but I said it was so she would stop.  I didn't realize we were two minutes into the blood draw, didn't realize the blood with draw starts as soon as the needle goes in. Total process took five minutes 23 seconds.  In line people were laughing at peoples faces because they look sad or angry while giving blood, I think I have always laughed during donation, luckily because when I talk people naturally laugh at me, which makes me laugh. When the needle was ready to come out, all I could do was close my eyes, and hope it would end well...it didn't.  Most painful thing ever, I could see the needle track marks in my arm, still stings three hours later. I think my vein was torn, and my skin.  Epic adventure leaving St. George. On our way away from St. George my brother and I headed out of town after a failed rodeo attempt, no rodeo's this year. We noticed that the stem was leaking on the back right tire. So my bright idea lets put gum around it, my brothers bright idea, lets stop in every town and fill it up. So we leave and get a half hour from the rodeo, and low and behold the tire blows, so we pull over, and take the tire off. Drive with the tire on my lap back to town, and try and find a service station owner.  Luckily people in small towns are too nice for their own good, and a guy helped us look for the owner.  We found him, and drove to the station, and phil and he left so I cleaned my windows at the gas station, until they came back.  

oh horse trailer where have you been all my life

Then we had to find a stem that fit the rim, apparently whoever had the tire made the stem hole bigger then anything we had. We got laughed at for putting gum around the stem, finally got the tire, headed back to the trailer, changed the tire, drove an hour and slept, drove another hour and slept for four hours. Finally made it home.  College adventure with the roommies

From far away it doesn't look like randoms

. One of my roommates wanted to have a year full of firsts, so we agreed to help her accomplish this goal by having a booth of free randoms, which looks a lot like free condoms, which gets you a lot of weird looks. A lot of people would not stop, we got applauded for doing it, because lets face it, it was an awesome idea. For three hours we told people free random facts, but accepted donations; of which I think we got a leaf, and some quarters and pennies.  Sheep productions was an adventure of epic excitement. Trying to get ewes who have birthed a lamb in a pen is easier said then done. They are the most jumpy animal, take its baby and it runs the other way, and jumps every fence. Staying up all night, luckily lambs were born on all my watches, other wise would not have been worth it. I'm forgetting a lot, as soon as I turned twenty my memory was shot, its going to be a long sixty years. One time I shot a water bottle with a shotgun, pretty much just closed my eyes and shot, probably not supposed to admit that. So many horse adventures. When I was eight I rode a horse and was bucked off, got through one buck, and off I came.  Years later was taking my horse back from a trail ride  along the river, when she took off, and the stirrup came off, and then I came off onto the curb, and remembered a door shutting some guy yelling are you okay, and then I jumped up, and took after my horse.  I ran a good half mile, before I threw my hands up, and looked around, the guy had been running after me, and he and his wife offered me a ride home. 

Pain from my fall

We got to my house, and then I just went limp, not sure why.  I looked in the mirror and had a lump on my head, torn gloves, dirty pants, and a hurt pride so embarrassing. My brother and I go riding with my cousin a lot, usually nothing happens sometimes they try and walk their horses across logs, and the horses fall of the log and onto the rider.  One time I was riding on LP a local load packer and she had no sense of steering, so I was just along for the ride, and we were coming back on the same trail we rode up on. We waited for some motor cyclist to get across a fallen log, and there were other horse riders on the other side of the log, so my brother and cousin crossed, and then the other riders crossed and then my horse started following the other riders, and wouldn't turn back for the life of me, so I had to be escorted across.  I was driving back from my stunt in Nevada on a two lane highway, and there were three semi's to my left, and a car behind them, and then the car decides to pull out in front of me, to pass, but he never pulls back in his lane, and we are probably twenty feet from each other, I could see his little bald head, when I decide to swerve, and miss him and go between the poles on the side of the road, and some people pulled off to the side. Hitting gravel at sixty is like hitting ice, and I'm not sure how I made it out alive, because I pretty much swerved everywhere, and hoped I would stop, I did, and there went the black car still in my lane.

Whirl Wind

So much traveling, staying up late, waking up late, waking up early, running miles on end, walking dogs, riding horses, hanging out with friends, playing games, eating food, driving, learning, moving.  I feel like for the past three months, I haven't had time to relax, or sleep.  Maybe that's why now that I'm back at school, I take hour long naps one or two times a day.  I love staying busy, and when there's nothing, I turn to sleep, my own little get away, a short vacation away from reality.

Sunny days in Logan are like wild fires, few and far between. Along the way I became known as the pyro, probably because everytime I came home something cought on fire, or if I got near something it would start on fire after I left. I hate fire in truth.  My best friend became known as a vegetarian, except on Friday's and weekends, probably because I told my other friend and my parents. I'ts funny how rumors spread. I have a love hate relationship with inside jokes, they can be the funniest most annoying things in the world. I've spent two years in Logan, always the same, nice until December and then frigid cold until school ends. 

Flower lasted most of the winter in a water bottle

Springs are like a long continuation of winter. I love going shopping in the dead of winter walking into a store and smelling all the flowers. Flowers catch my attention, and I mostly have to stop and smell them all, I always have time to smell the flowers. Life would suck without being able to smell flowers, that would be like not being able to taste lasagna, just awful. Sledding is fun, snow if white, and wind from the canyon is cold. My attention span is that of a squirrel, I can't concentrate on anything for more then a few seconds.