Just a Little Thing Called Life

Well things have been going. I turned in my application to the social work program. That was stressful, but now it's just a waiting game. Andrea got her mission call. I would love to tell you where she is going but she might want to write about that. MIGHT being a big word. I went to Colorado, that was a disaster. My best friend is married now. So, I can say I have married friends. That's weird. Kaitlin is Kaitlin. She had a rough February but she is strong. Jane is Jane and as far as I know she isn't dead. ;) We are all just moving along. The semester is almost over! I can't believe it. It seems like it just started and we only have little more than a month left before it's done. Honestly, though, I can not wait for it to be summer. I have so many adventures ahead of me this summer and I'm dying for it to be warm. I can't believe I'm saying it but I WANT TO GO SWIMMING! I miss warm weather and good water.
                         -Excited for the sun to peak out, Felicia.

My Teaching Philosophy!

My senior year of High School, I had the opportunity to work in a preschool/childcare center based in my High school.  I have always loved working with children, but it wasn't until I had this opportunity that I began to think about becoming a teacher.  I discovered as I worked at this preschool that I enjoyed teaching children and having the opportunity to spend so much time working with them.  I wanted to go into a profession where I would have the opportunity to help people and make a positive contribution to the world, and teaching felt perfect.
When I graduate with my Bachelor's, I want to be an elementary school teacher.  I want to be able to help each of my students work towards reaching his/her potential and to help each students learn as much as possible about their world. I would also like to work towards obtaining an endorsement for teaching gifted and talented students so that I can be a teacher in a spectrum program.

I Just Had to Post

Seeing as I am the only human that probably looks at this blog, let alone updates it, I just had to post something before January was over. So, just an update on the current craziness of our apartment. Kaitlin's cousins wedding was this last week. It went off without a hitch, as far as I know. "Without a hitch" is that right? That phrase sounds funny. Kaitlin was the maid of honor so I'm sure that was fun for her. ; ) No, really I'm sure she had fun. Everyone else is moving along with life at normal speeds as far as I know. The weather here has been the pits and we've all just been concentrating on not dying driving to and from places, and not getting our cars stuck in the lovely ice rink of a parking lot we have. Carlos (my car) broke down right after Christmas break, that was exciting (NOT!). But he is healthy now. In fact last week Andrea, Jane, and I went to leave for church and I may have forgotten to grab the car keys. Which not only locked us out of the apartment but caused us to have to walk to church. It was a very cold day. Luckily Kaitlin came and saved us. I really need to learn to make smarter decisions. Andrea is awaiting to put her mission papers in. It's bitter sweet. I'm super excited for her to go on a mission but I don't know what I'm going to do without her. She is probably the only person in our apartment who is even half as crazy as me. I will definitely miss her. That is unless she gets married, then she'll have to stay here. ; ) My best friend is getting married in less than two weeks now. That's weird. You know I thought it was super weird when all my friends started leaving on missions but now all my girlfriends are getting married and that's even weirder! I don't feel old enough to be going to weddings, because that implies I'm old enough to get married, and I definitely don't feel old enough for that yet. Well, that's life as of current as far as I know. Maybe, someone else will finally post?
                                      -Peace, Love, & Ice-Cream (oh and hot chocolate), Felicia.

In Male Perspective

I won't pretend to understand men. Because it is impossible. I will keep to the female species. However, it was quite entertaining to listen to a conversation on the bus between two men discussing their wives pregnancies. I've only ever heard women discuss pregnancy before. It's usually something men will tune out or change the subject on, but having heard their perspective I now know why. The phrase "we had to keep her well fed" reminds me very much of a dog, yet this man was using it to describe his wife. Now, I find this delightfully hilarious, it only makes me curious as to how his wife would feel about this? Haha, oh dear. Well, ya know, if you planned on having a private conversation maybe you shouldn't have done it on the bus. And if you wanted everyone to hear (and maybe secretly be entertained) you succeeded, I was definitely entertained.
                               -Hoping to be "well fed" when I'm pregnant, Felicia.

It's the FINAL Countdown!!!

This semester is coming to a close. I wish I could say that I'm sad, but then I would be lying. Let's all take a moment to appreciate the fact that after Friday we won't have to think about school again until January. Now, that is beautiful. Until then I wish everyone luck on their finals!
                                      -Love Always (and you know you do), Felicia.

Mehhh. . . or, *Loud Internal Scream*

So. . .back from my forever long hiatus from the blog.  Things were kind of crazy with school (such is life for an ELED major in Level II. . .) and this became part of the long list of things I meant to do/wanted to do but never did.  

Anyhow. . .the real purpose of this post:  

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*Breath* 

Felicia and Andrea (and this other random girl at LDSSA. . .) had this *brilliant* idea yesterday afternoon; they decided that I should ask to the institute dance, the one that's tomorrow (apparently they don't believe in having these ideas farther in advance.  Maybe they didn't want to give me time to think too deeply. . .because then I'd realize how crazy the whole idea is?).  And. . .I listened.  So, now I have a date to the institute dance tomorrow night, and I'm scared. to. flippin'. death.  And I have a final for the hardest class I've ever had to do over this weekend, and a 100-point assignment due tomorrow.  Dying inside?  Yes.  Dying outside? Maybe not yet. . .

Wondering whether FCHD 2600 or my date will cause my ultimate demise, 

Korbie 

Long Days... Holidays

This last week as you all know was Thanksgiving week!!! A time filled with family, friends, turkey, mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie . . . Mine was filled with family and mashed potatoes, of course and wisdom teeth, puppy, shopping, sore throats, nursing, fever, work, studying, sleep, more work, being pulled over, pizza and cupcakes . . .
My long weekend turned into thing after thing that piled on top of everything else . . . And I might of had a panic attack . . . just a small one you know, a few minutes of outright sobbing, can't catch your breath...
Andrea and Felicia have been writing on the calender everyday for what they're thankful for, and earlier I had such a hard time finding something to be thankful for.
But I have so much to be thankful for . . .
Loving family
Kind friends
Amazing coworkers
My bed
Pillows that smell like home
My car (not working brake light and all)
Warm blankets
Clean clothes
Good movies
Mashed potatoes
Cupcakes
Pizza
Chips
Phones
Computers
Milk
Cheese
Pjs
Fuzzy socks . . .
I hope you all get the picture.

Anyway I hope that all of you had an amazing Thanksgiving, surrounded by family and that you are all at least ten pounds heavier than you were on Monday.

                                          Thankful for life,
                                                                    Kaitlin

Lisa Frank is not the Name of a Woman

Disclaimer: I did not write this, but it was so funny that I had to share it.

"Lisa Frank is not the name of a woman, it is the name of a movement, a culture, a way of living. It is a theory, a concept, a belief in something greater than yourself. It is the belief that all girls are entitled to dolphins covered with rainbows, jewel-encrusted frogs, and unicorns in acid-trip colors hugging each other. It is the ideology that no notebook is complete until it literally hurts your eyes to look at from so much color saturation. It is the hope that no school supply, no matter how insignificant, will be left un-bedazzled. It is the knowledge that your eraser cap, and that of your granddaughter’s, and her granddaughter’s after her, will not be some boring little nub–it will be a diamond covered with butterflies in a rainbow of colors. It is the dream of a better tomorrow."
Source: http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/10-things-90s-kids-will-have-to-explain-to-their-children/#kvKuO3WSRl52s0Zi.99
                                 Still laughing, Felicia.

How's School?

So, how is school going? Dumbest question ever. There are really only two answers to it, and most people find one not as acceptable as the other. So I can say, good, which is boring but expected or I could say, bad, which is not so boring but also very unexpected and causes unwanted concern and questions. So, then why do people ask me this stupid question? You know what I'm going to say, even if I am lying. Goodness humans, use your thinking skills. This is why I have concluded that the next time someone asks me this question I'm going to respond "Oh, ya know I was first attacked by a pack of angry wolves at the beginning of the semester and things just went down hill from there, which leads me to last weekend, I may or may not have launched a torpedo at the University, so I guess my follow up question is, 'What school?'"
                                 -Planning a Detonation, Felicia.

It's Not Everyday that the Neighbors are Being Killed, Or is it?

We are "to love and care for our neighbors as our selves." Or so says Russell M. Ballard, but I'm not willing to argue with him, unless you are? However, I'm feeling a little uneasy about the way our neighbors seem to express their love. You see, at least (I say at least very VERY loosely) once a week murderous cries can be heard from through the walls. I have come up with three possible reasons for this. 1. The neighbors have adopted a cow and they haven't learned how to properly milk it and therefore cause her great pain every night or so. 2. There are ghosts in our walls who find it entertaining to relive their gruesome murders while we try to sleep. or 3. (the seemingly most realistic one, although the cow one is pretty good too) Our neighbors express their love in a way in which causes them to scream out in agonizing horrific pain. No, but really if you heard you would wonder if there was a cow over there too. 

                          -Still holding out that there is a cow, Felicia.

The Attractive Home Teacher and Other Such Adventures

     I figured it's been awhile since anyone has posted anything up, since there was nothing new for October. So, I decided I should put something here, although, I seem to be the only one left keeping the blog alive. Sigh. Oh well.
     So life has been busy as far as know. Of course I can only speak for myself. My friends (cough) got married last week. Beautiful reception for beautiful people. It was great, and I'm so glad I got to be a small part of their happy day. However, the giant poster-size picture of my favorite missionary did make me laugh, but the idea that his mother had of me taking it home made me laugh even more. Sure, I love that boy more than any other but I don't really think I need to express that love by hanging his enormous face in my bedroom (not that I don't love his face). Ya, not such a great idea. And I think Kaitlin would agree with me.
     We have new home teachers. We will leave their names anonymous and call them TMNT man and attractive one. The names seem fitting seeing as one of them is dang attractive and when I first met the other he was wearing a TMNT shirt. *Note to prospective boyfriends: DO NOT wear a TMNT shirt EVER. They were made for 12 year olds and costume parties, no matter how many different sizes they come in. Anywho, the attractive one is, well, attractive. AND he is in my institute class, which I am apparently oblivious because he has obviously  been in there all year and just noticed this week. Ya, a little ridiculous, but that's okay. And he is just so cute! I mean way way adorable. Sigh. I will get over this. But maybe after a little bit of good ol' facebook stalking?
     Oh! There was an institute dance this week. Super fun as always! AND more attractive boys. Oh, don't they make the world go round? Plus I got to dance with two very nice young gentleman who both very well knew how to dance. And can I say nothing makes a girl swoon more than a guy who can make her feel like a princess by waltzing. I'm not sure there is a more attractive dance out there. And I got to Cha-Cha. Although, I'm thinking that dance was more fun for Jane and Andrea to watch then it was for me to do (I'm not very good at the Cha-Cha). However, the guy that asked me to dance was in my ballroom class last year and a very patient man. He probably regrets asking me though haha, but I still had fun and I'm glad he did.
     Andrea and I have made it our goal to go to the temple every Wednesday. We haven't been doing totally awesome with this goal, but we've been doing alright. So, this last Wednesday like usual Andrea comes in to wake me up to go to the temple at 7 A.M. (I know early). Except she decides she is tired and lies down beside me mumbling something about cuddling with me. Meh, whatever, trust me not the strangest thing she has ever done, but definitely something worth sharing with the rest of you. Oh, and don't worry, we did get up and go to the temple. : )
     Anywho, I believe that is all you need to know to be up to date on everything college for me. At least all the things worth knowing. Thanks for expanding your attention span to the size of this post, I appreciate the effort. : )
                 
                     -totally facebook stalking him right now, Felicia.

Say Hello to Arnie

This lovely specimen is what I came home to this afternoon. Ordinarily I would not name a spider, because, well, they are evil, but Arnie here is trapped in a cup and I felt bad for him. He is looking at the death penalty and I'm sure the anxiety of when his punishment will be carried out is just terrible. Poor Arnie. Rest in Peace, whenever you finally die.
                                      -Still Grossed out by Arnie, Felicia.

The Most Adorable Baby Goats!

Aren't they just adorable! They were on campus today. I was so excited! I got to pet a baby goat and see them and pet them. And I love those little goats. I really really want one. And I'm going to have one someday. Because they are adorable. And I love them. The black one is Romeo and the white one is Juliet. No, I don't know if they are boys or girls. But that is okay. They are soooooo cute!!!
                                                                      -Still Awwwing, Felicia.

Mawiage Mawiage Is Vat Bwings Us Togever Today

Or rather the engagement pictures of one very cute couple. Is it sad that I'm a little freaked out that it only took them a month to get engaged? That's not hereditary is it? Because I don't know if I'm going to be ready for engagement in a year and three months. Or ever. Marriage is scary. Am I the only one who thinks this? It's not that I won't totally love the person. Because I'm sure I will. But it's a little intimidating to think that I'm even close to old enough to be married. I can remember walking into Millcreek Junior High my first day of seventh grade and all the butterflies I had. When I think of myself I still think of that socially awkward little twelve year old girl. I don't think of a grown old enough to pop out kids adult. I just want to be twelve again and not have to worry about these things! Sigh. No one understands how this feels and they all make fun of me. But this has stressed me out for a few months and seeing those so totally adorable pictures of one of the cutest couples I know kind of just cemented it into my brain. I am not a little girl. I am an adult who makes adult decisions. And someday one of those decisions will be whom to marry and when and where. And though I am very excited for that day I am a little freaked out about it. And you know that is okay. I've decided that it is alright to be scared and nervous to get married. And I might be scared and nervous up until the day I get married, maybe even after. But as long as I know it's the right decision it won't matter, because love is scary. Eternity is a long time and maybe if I wasn't scared to make that decision I wouldn't be so set on making sure it was the right one. So I can be freaked out, and you can all make fun of me for it, and that's okay.
                                                 -Still screaming inside, Felicia.

Week One: Surviving the Freshmen

   I have discovered that not being a freshmen is delightful for multiple reasons. Would you like to know those reasons? Well, you don't have a choice I'm going to tell you anyways. :)

Reason One: The Look. 

   You all know it, even if you don't realize you do. You're sitting in class or on the bus or at an FHE and a really cute boy comes up and starts talking to you. Hallelujah! You're thinking great this boy has taken interest in me, hopefully he thinks I'm cute. He's kind of trying to get to know you and you are talking not really caring what he's saying. I mean come on he could be from Timbuktu and own an African Alligator and it wouldn't really matter at this point. Suddenly he asks "So, What year are you?", and you reply honestly like the good girl you are "Freshmen". There's the look. See it there? On his face? Ya, he is now thinking "oh, well you were cute, but not that cute". I HATE that look. At least now the word Freshmen will never be used to describe me EVER again. That feels good.

Reason Two: Lost on Campus.

   Last year I woke up three hours before my first class. Since my first class was at nine in the morning this did not please me much. The funny thing is I didn't wake up that early to get ready I woke up that early because I needed to be on campus two hours early to find my class. Yes people, two hours. Call me a nerd but I hate being lost, A LOT. This year I took one look at my schedule and knew where almost every class was. The ones I didn't know about I knew buildings that were by them so I had a map in my head of where to go. You can tell which students were Freshmen on Monday because they were the ones actually carrying a physical map of campus around. Nothing shouts Freshmen more than that map. Boy am I glad to be rid of it. 

Reason Three: The Stupid Things.

   I sit on the bus reading my social work book, yes I did finally get it, and wait for the dozens of students (all clearly Freshmen) to pile on. We all know the buses can get crowded and that you need to move back, lay your backpack on the floor, get to know the person in front of you way more than would please you, etc. Unfortunately Freshmen apparently don't cover this in orientation. Oh, you idiots. It is incredibly obnoxious that I had to wait an extra five minutes just so the bus driver could all yell at you for something that really should have just occurred to you through common sense. Freshmen. Ugh.

   In Conclusion, I would like to clarify. Yes, I sound harsh and I realize I did all of these things. In fact, I was an extremely obnoxious Freshmen I am sure. And I feel for all the little confused, boggle eyed Freshmen on campus. But man am I sure glad it's you and not me. :) Good Luck Freshmen! Just wait, it only gets better from here!

                          -Pleased to be One Year Older, Felicia.

First Week Back

So we're all back together for school and such. It's really strange being on campus as a sophomore and there are some strange things that I noticed.
Campus is almost crowded there are so many people, I was in the library and my normally quiet empty study area was full and slightly annoyingly loud. So I found a chair to sit in put my headphones in and promptly fell asleep. When I awoke like 20 minutes later there was this girl who was sitting across from me just staring at me, she kinda freaked me out, watching me sleep like some female version of Edward Cullen . . . Freaky!!!
But all in all I'm pretty excited to be back no more lounging around doing practically nothing.
                         So long and thanks for all the fish
                                                          Kaitlin

Cookie Monster!!!

"What's in a name?"

Specifically, the name John.  About a month ago, I had a dream in which a certain individual from my recent past bearing the name in discussion informed a friend of mine that while I wasn't dating anyone now, that I would be dating him in the fall.  Naturally, this kind of creeped me out.  A lot.  With this dream in the forefront of my mind, I ended up thinking about all the people named John (not J-o-n, that "h" does make a difference) that I know.  After thinking through various Johns of my acquaintance -- from the obnoxious redhead in elementary school who drove me absolutely crazy for years to my mom's stepbrother (who apparently doesn't like us enough to condescend to talk to us on the rare occasions when family functions are a mix of Morrils and Agrens) to the John I encountered in institute during the most recent year of school -- I concluded that people named John and people named Korbie did not mix. 
This verdict seemed a little harsh, however, so I decided to look to characters called John in various books and movies.  Having recently finished watching Little Dorrit (which, obnoxiously, was horribly horribly scratched all through the climax. . .don't laugh, it was too tragic) didn't particularly help my opinion of people named John.  In fact, the character John Chivery probably scared me more than Rigaud did for a few episodes (he reminded me far too much of John-from-my-institute-class. . .), simply because the I have a John Chivery equivalent in my life.  There were many other characters named John that further perpetuated the stereotype -- mad King John of Robin Hood fame in My Unfair Godmother, John Willoughby and John Dashwood of Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility, John Yates in Mansfield Park, John Thorpe of Northanger Abbey, and John Wattlesbrook in Austenland and Midnight in Austenland.   I had completely given up on ever being able to meet anyone named John without pre-judgment, but then. . .then I watched North and South with Melanie, and remembered that Mr. Thornton's name first name is John. And while I likely would not marry the modern-day equivalent of John Thornton, I do like and respect the character a great deal.  So, to all the Johns out there in the world -- y'all owe a big thank you to Mrs. Gaskell, just saying. 
           Grateful for this distraction this provided from post-wisdom teeth removal pain,
                                               -- Allerednic Jane

The Most Random Life Updates

So we really are absolutely terrible at updating this blog . . . but it's still kinda fun to go vent to the internet when you are bored. Teehee ;) Don't worry I'm not going to vent . . . well maybe just a teeny bit. So the last little while has been significantly insignificant really. I conquered my fear of water this month. Woot! It only took 19 years. This occurance was the result of two things. 1. The cute boys from across the street dragging me into a pool and me not wanting to look like an idiot who thinks she is allergic to water. 2. Wake boarding at Lake Mead with my favorite family, The Murri's :). They do have a talent of making me do things that bring me out of my comfort zone. Speaking of wake boarding. I now have a ginormous bruise on my arm that people can't seem to stop poking. It's a really nasty looking bruise that's about the size of a softball. I got it from wake boarding. But, if anybody asks I'm in a gang and got in a bad rumble ;). This last week our toilet seat broke. Really random right? Well I did promise randomness. Not sure how it broke but it did. Like it cracked all the way through. No fat jokes please. Haha. Andrea got a new job which is super exciting for her. Sad for me, I'm not gonna have a friend at work for a whole month. :(. But I'm super happy for her. Kaitlin started school, it's kinda weird not having her around during the day. Especially since Andrea and I go to work shortly after she gets home so we really only see her at night. I have a feeling this summer is going to last forever. Last month, May, seemed to go on forever. I'm hoping that it goes fast but I doubt it will. I got into English 2010!! Which is like a miracle because it is the most desired class, I swear. Dylan left for his mission. For that matter everyone is leaving for their missions haha. Our old room mate from 402 is getting married tomorrow. I don't think any of us are attending the reception haha. But good for her and I wish them both luck. I really like our new ward, of course I can't speak for Andrea, but I think it's fun. Well, today is friday and that means the week is already looking up! That's life right now, I hope you enjoyed the dullness we brought to yours ;).
                                                    - Love Always, Felicia.

Visitors!

Well, I have officially moved in. Well actually I moved in a few weeks ago . . . but thats besides the point. In case you are all wondering, we have found the solution to our boring white walls. We started a quote wall. It is pretty sad at the moment but as we are always saying odd or funny things I am pretty sure it will become pretty impressive. On another note I think there is something wrong with Felicia and I. The other night we were watching a movie you know just enjoying the night when our door opens and two boys step in. Do we know these boys? No. Well not as far as we know because they are completely covered in black body suits that are over their faces. Do they say anything? No. They just come in and sit down and start watching for a few minuts. Do we do anything about this? Yes, We just laugh. Somehow I don't think this is the proper reaction when two strange men walk into our apartment. It's a college town, that makes it all better right?
Not sure whether to keep laughing or call 911
-Andrea