But I'm cold!!!

The sticklers Ben and Margaret have yet to fire up the ol' furnace this season. It has been uncharacteristically cool, but not cold enough to start up the furnace. It is still warm enough that a simple sweater or an extra blanket will keep one warm when going to bed. So yesterday, Sunday, when we got home fome the Stake House, which literally could have been a "Steak Freezer", we were all a little chilled. (The powers that be have yet to change the AC over to heat at our building so when somebody pushed the little "occupied" button the AC kicked on, although it was barely over 5o degrees outside. We could almost see our breath in the chapel. The chilly temp did keep the Stake Presidency awake on the stand though.) Anyhow, when we got home we were all a little chilly. After hovering over the stove for what little heat it put off while making lunch we all went up and changed into our post-church garb, which consisted of hand made one of a kind bottoms and a sweatshirt for Mar and I. But Kathryn went all out. I was the first one changed so I was back downstairs and sitting down when Mar walked past Kathryn's door and let out a huge laugh. She almost took a tumble down the stairs she was laughing so hard. I asked what happened but she could only laugh. A minute later Kathryn came out all "Poohed" up. She was wearing a Pooh sweatsuit that her mother had bought her. The suit is dark green with Pooh's head sticking out of the top and it says Pooh on the bottoms. But the real kickers were the socks. They also were of the affiliation Pooh. They were the really thick kind with no slip bottoms. They had Pigget, in memory of Madi Hale, Eor??, Pooh, and Tigger. And this may be the funniest part. Instead of pulling the socks up and then pulling the hefty sweatsuit pant leg down over the socks she did the opposite. So she had this massive clump of sock around the bottom of her sweats. When asked WHY she had chosen this set-up she innocently commented that she did not want the cold air to creep up past the ELASTIC BAND of her sweats so she put the socks on the outside. This, of course, elicited another burst of laughter from Margaret and I. What else can be said. That logic just can not be argued against.

Hey Bob, take the stairs!

We all have heard the infamous stories from Margaret about Bob, you know--Kazuntite Bob and mmm hhmmm Bob. Well this semester I struck it rich. I have two classes with Bob!!! Don't get me wrong, Bob is a great guy...mmm hhhmmm. Fortunately I was warned of his evil and ensnaring tactics of getting ahold of you in a one on one conversation that could last for hours and get nothing accomplished but delay a DP break. I and other commrades have set up an "escape Bob" plan. If any one of us gets snared one of the others must come and physically pull the helpless victim away because "We really must be going now. We have to be at (any place other than with Bob) right now." And Bob lets go and seeks out his next victim.
But when I am alone I must resort to other measures. A week or two ago I was on my way down the hall to the stairway to head to class on the third floor. As I neared the stairs I heard it "mmm hhmmm" "Hola Senor Bailey". (He likes to call me that because I am going to be a spanish teacher). I did not panic. I merely replied, "Hi, Bob". I thought I was toast. I had no friends in the immediate area. BUT, lucky for me Bob was taking the elevator and it had just opened up for him. I half whittedly asked why he did not take the stairs (mistake), and while he started to reply the elevator doors started to close so he had to hop on. So I busted up the stairs (I am good at this because I have been training for "Chase Pete") and went to class. I went to my seat and sat down just in time to hear "mmm hhmmmm" from across the room. Bob was hot on my trail. He came and sat kind of beside me (I usually rearrange the seats so as to put as much space between myself and Bob as I possibly can) and started. He ripped me a new one. He went on and on and on about how he is not as young as I am, he is an older man, he has done his exercise for the day already and does not need to suplement it with stair climbing, he has a heavy back pack (very true, atleast 50 lbs of books in that thing), he had to park far away so that counts as his exercise and on and on and on. I was defenseless. However, he did not talk to me for awhile after that. He even seemed a little perturbed at my presence. Bob was half-way leaving me alone!!! From that experience I learned that a little teasing will get Bob to leave me alone. So now whenever I am confronted with Bob I ask if he took the stairs and I get an "mmm hhmmm" and Hola Senor Bailey and he turns away.

Hey...like shut-up or something

So like I have this girl in one of my like really long 2 hour and 45 minute classes and she like always asks these like really stupid questions and like the vast majority of them are like way off subject. She totally like asks questions like, "If somebody like has a question and like the question like answers itself is that like a rhetorical question or like a redundant question? (And she continues) Because whenever I was younger I would like ask my dad a question about whatever and he would like say that the question that I asked was like "redundant" or maybe he said "rhetorical" because it like answered itself or something or like it did not require like a verbal response or something like that. I can't like really remember because that was like a long time ago or something. (she continues) Becuase the other day I heard somebody say, "That was a redundant question because it answered itself". But I was like, what-ever, that is so not a redundant question, that is like a rhetorical question...or something." (End quote) So, what this chick has done in her like rambling and stuff is answered her own question and wasted my and everybody else's time. She like totally like has to make a comment at like all the wrong times. At like any moment her puny hand could like shoot up. (Have you all gotten the subtle hint of her favorite word, LIKE!!!!!!!! I will like not like use it like anymore). My favorite is when we are at 2 hours and 44 minutes and her puny hand shoots up like a rocket. This is both sad and humorous. Sad because our class has just been lengthened at least 5 minutes, maybe more depending on the response of the teacher. Humorous because you can hear the foreheads of classmates drop into open hands and a gush of frustrated exhales. Basically I just wanted you all to feel a little of my pain. But luckily enough for me there is a well stocked PEPSI machine right down the hall full of ice cold DP to take my mind off of "stupid girl".