We had English class in the library this morning for research time. I was expecting any research about Mary Sues or portrayals of girls in media to be difficult, so I wasn't surprised. Everyone wants to argue that having characters who express their femininity is damaging to young girls. In October 2013 General Conference, D. Todd Christofferson gave a really great talk called "The Moral Force of Women" about the portrayal of women in the media nowadays as society has pushed for more masculine traits, and scoffs at gentle subjects such as homemaking and motherhood. That's always stuck with me and is part of the reason I wanted to write this paper, and it should make a good reference.
I stopped in during walk-in hours to see the psychology advisers. Well, adviser. They have a waiting room, and I could hear her tapping on her keyboard in her office. I thought I made plenty of noise to let her know I was there (jingling my lanyard, scuffing my boots on the carpet, clearing my throat), but it took her about ten minutes to realize I was there. I guess I need to take more initiative. But the sign on the door clearly said, "Come in and sit down- we can't see you if you're in the hall".
Anyway, she wasn't the same adviser who'd supposedly found the creative writing minor, but we talked some things over. She said that although it would only be listed as an English minor, I could still do all the things the creative writing emphasis covers, so I would still get the classes and experience. I guess that works.
There were no labs today, so I stayed on campus to work on stuff like my English proposal and interior design assignments until my career class. In interior design, we looked at a lot of architecture (Romanesque and Gothic, to be precise).
My plan was to eat at the Aggie Marketplace. Only, I wasn't too hungry, so I spent twenty to thirty minutes doing some writing I wanted to do before heading over there. That's when I remembered it was closed for casino night. I wandered down to the first floor, trying to find the place that sold cheese quesadillas. There was a spot that advertised quesadillas with a lot of meat and lettuce, but it had a bit of a line so I just glanced at it and went around the corner to double-check that it wasn't there. I found the combination bakery and cafe I'd never looked at before.
As I was scanning the menu, the lady behind the counter started talking to me. I felt awkward walking away after asking if they accepted the block meal plan and she'd walked to the back to find out for me (before I realized there were no quesadillas here). She said that yes, they did take it. I could get $7 worth of stuff, and whatever money wasn't used would just vanish. So, she patiently helped me find things I wanted to get as close to that number without going over. Here is the result:
Was it a healthy dinner? No. Was it the wisest way to spend my money? Probably not. Was it delicious? Definitely. I don't normally like honey butter, but the cinnamon honey butter was good.
Then I had Institute, and we talked about John the Baptist (and repeated several parts of the lesson and jokes that I think my teacher forgot he told us last week). My teacher likes it when we pray in different languages, and he'd asked the Indian kid to pray in Bengali. He had an interesting story to tell about the Bengali language, and I'll see if I can remember it correctly: He went down to Salt Lake to listen to General Conference one time, and met a sister missionary there who was from India. I think he asked if they had a Book of Mormon written in Bengali. She said they had one. The only copy in existence. He protested that he couldn't possibly take it, but they (or someone else) lent it to him for Conference or study time or something. The only copy in existence. Pretty neat.
Well, Wednesdays can be long, and it's always nice to relax after they're over, especially with all my assignments from now through the weekend either done or very close to it. Once I get through Wednesday, the rest of my week is pretty smooth sailing. Since I wanted to use the freckle scatter brush again, here's Reggie Bullnerd from "ChalkZone":
I stopped in during walk-in hours to see the psychology advisers. Well, adviser. They have a waiting room, and I could hear her tapping on her keyboard in her office. I thought I made plenty of noise to let her know I was there (jingling my lanyard, scuffing my boots on the carpet, clearing my throat), but it took her about ten minutes to realize I was there. I guess I need to take more initiative. But the sign on the door clearly said, "Come in and sit down- we can't see you if you're in the hall".
Anyway, she wasn't the same adviser who'd supposedly found the creative writing minor, but we talked some things over. She said that although it would only be listed as an English minor, I could still do all the things the creative writing emphasis covers, so I would still get the classes and experience. I guess that works.
There were no labs today, so I stayed on campus to work on stuff like my English proposal and interior design assignments until my career class. In interior design, we looked at a lot of architecture (Romanesque and Gothic, to be precise).
My plan was to eat at the Aggie Marketplace. Only, I wasn't too hungry, so I spent twenty to thirty minutes doing some writing I wanted to do before heading over there. That's when I remembered it was closed for casino night. I wandered down to the first floor, trying to find the place that sold cheese quesadillas. There was a spot that advertised quesadillas with a lot of meat and lettuce, but it had a bit of a line so I just glanced at it and went around the corner to double-check that it wasn't there. I found the combination bakery and cafe I'd never looked at before.
As I was scanning the menu, the lady behind the counter started talking to me. I felt awkward walking away after asking if they accepted the block meal plan and she'd walked to the back to find out for me (before I realized there were no quesadillas here). She said that yes, they did take it. I could get $7 worth of stuff, and whatever money wasn't used would just vanish. So, she patiently helped me find things I wanted to get as close to that number without going over. Here is the result:
Giant snickerdoodle cookie, a donut, banana bread, and two pieces of white
cinnamon bread: a toasted one with cinnamon honey butter, one with Nutella
Was it a healthy dinner? No. Was it the wisest way to spend my money? Probably not. Was it delicious? Definitely. I don't normally like honey butter, but the cinnamon honey butter was good.
Then I had Institute, and we talked about John the Baptist (and repeated several parts of the lesson and jokes that I think my teacher forgot he told us last week). My teacher likes it when we pray in different languages, and he'd asked the Indian kid to pray in Bengali. He had an interesting story to tell about the Bengali language, and I'll see if I can remember it correctly: He went down to Salt Lake to listen to General Conference one time, and met a sister missionary there who was from India. I think he asked if they had a Book of Mormon written in Bengali. She said they had one. The only copy in existence. He protested that he couldn't possibly take it, but they (or someone else) lent it to him for Conference or study time or something. The only copy in existence. Pretty neat.
Well, Wednesdays can be long, and it's always nice to relax after they're over, especially with all my assignments from now through the weekend either done or very close to it. Once I get through Wednesday, the rest of my week is pretty smooth sailing. Since I wanted to use the freckle scatter brush again, here's Reggie Bullnerd from "ChalkZone":
Reggie was specifically designed to be as annoying and
unlikable as possible but I kind of adore him whoops
Reggie the Red indeed!
