For my birthday this year, my friend let me teach the Sunday School lesson in the YSA ward. I used to be a Sunday School teacher over summer, so he thought it would be a great idea for me to co-teach with him. Lucky for me and for him, the manual was Gospel Principles--the manual I used continuously during my time in South Africa. I do believe that most of the wards that I served in had an assigned teacher, but somehow the missionaries always found the pleasure of teaching.
I received the Bourne Ultimatum for my birthday present from my parents. They had a little help from Katie, my sister, on picking out that movie. I think that it is a really good movie, if you take some Dramamine beforehand. The production crew forgot to turn on the stability control when they filmed the movie. I didn't ask for much for my birthday and Christmas this year except for some money. I am trying to stuff some money under my mattress to get ready for next year's tuition--Pell Grants will be a thing of the past and scholarships will still be a thing in my imagination! Luckily, my mattress is paying interest!
Here comes age 24 and year 2008!
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Home Again, Continued
If you are trying to read this lengthy post, please refer to the prior post to understand the full story. It's a good one, next to my travels through the O'Horrid Airport in Chicago.
I took my sweet time closing down my laptop (I was still working on my corporate finance final) as the line at the counter grew with frustrated customers. I grabbed my cell phone and headed over to the line, to wait my turn. The counter lady announced to all "We need to use this counter for another flight coming in. Please head to gate D4 to rebook your flights." I walked quickly to gate D4 to wait in another line. At this point I was beginning to feel the frustration. I flipped quickly through my Rolodex and found the SkyMiles Reservation number. I called the number, had a nice chat with the gentlemen on the other end, and was put on a flight going to San Jose in an hour and a half. Lucky for this guy, I decided not to chew him like I had with the United Airlines representatives when I got stuck in Chicago (my least favorite city). There was no way I was going to catch a flight on Friday during the day. I was already here at the airport; I am getting back to California!
I waited the allotted time for my flight and boarded the aircraft. The pilots were running a bit behind schedule, given the shortage of pilots and crew, so we boarded the plane a little bit late. the pilot announced to the passengers that the plane had to be deiced before take off. Whoa, I have never flown in a snowstorm or been in plane that has been deiced. I thought that the whole experience reminded me of a big car wash. The maintenance crew wash the plane with a solution to keep the snow off of the plane. By this time, only one runway was open for takeoffs and landing while the other was being plowed. We finally took off, only an hour and half after our scheduled flight time. I sat next to a man who worked in Chicago; lucky for him, he didn't know about my love for his hometown!
I took my sweet time closing down my laptop (I was still working on my corporate finance final) as the line at the counter grew with frustrated customers. I grabbed my cell phone and headed over to the line, to wait my turn. The counter lady announced to all "We need to use this counter for another flight coming in. Please head to gate D4 to rebook your flights." I walked quickly to gate D4 to wait in another line. At this point I was beginning to feel the frustration. I flipped quickly through my Rolodex and found the SkyMiles Reservation number. I called the number, had a nice chat with the gentlemen on the other end, and was put on a flight going to San Jose in an hour and a half. Lucky for this guy, I decided not to chew him like I had with the United Airlines representatives when I got stuck in Chicago (my least favorite city). There was no way I was going to catch a flight on Friday during the day. I was already here at the airport; I am getting back to California!
I waited the allotted time for my flight and boarded the aircraft. The pilots were running a bit behind schedule, given the shortage of pilots and crew, so we boarded the plane a little bit late. the pilot announced to the passengers that the plane had to be deiced before take off. Whoa, I have never flown in a snowstorm or been in plane that has been deiced. I thought that the whole experience reminded me of a big car wash. The maintenance crew wash the plane with a solution to keep the snow off of the plane. By this time, only one runway was open for takeoffs and landing while the other was being plowed. We finally took off, only an hour and half after our scheduled flight time. I sat next to a man who worked in Chicago; lucky for him, he didn't know about my love for his hometown!
Friday, December 21, 2007
Home Again
Once again, I am in California, but it certainly took some effort to get out of Utah. I just love Utah so much that I couldn't bare the thought of leaving for such a long time. I left the house on Thursday at about 4:05 PM --that is the time that Roy called to compare horror stories from that blasted OB test. I had already had this conversation with Andrew the day before. Needless to say, I really hated that test, that class, and that subject. I think our group had a large amount of group cohesion that spawned from our common enemy: O'Bizzle (organizational behavior).
I arrived up in Salt Lake City on I-215 to hit the weirdest storm I have ever seen in Utah. I really wish I had taken pictures. The clouds were pitch black which produced thunder and lightening which then turned into sleet/snow. I made it to SLC Airport by 5:00 PM and walked for 10 minutes in the sleet to catch the parking lot bus. The driver was kind enough to reopen the doors to let me on board. As soon as the doors opened, I threw my bags onto the bus since I could not see much of anything through my sleet-soaked glasses.
I arrived at the ticket counter to find, to my dismay, there were no lines! I checked my bags and proceeded to the security checkpoint. Again, no lines! What on Earth! I had clearly assumed there would be very long lines. That whole process took less time than I had ever dreamed. I marched down to the gate thinking that they would update the screens to say that my flight had been delayed because of the weather. Nope. I walked all the way back to the food court to eat a cold pizza slice and two cheeseburgers. I walked back to the gate to work on my two finals (yep, I scheduled my flight a day too early).
Katie, my sister, called to see if I had already taken off. I told her that the flight was on time and that I was going to leave shortly. My famous last words. As soon as I hung up the phone, the screen now showed "8:40 PM: Delays caused by late crew." My original time was 7:20 PM. I was okay with this delay since it allowed me more time to work on my finals. 10 minutes later, the lovely desk lady announced to the crowd that our flight had been canceled. WHAT!!!
I arrived up in Salt Lake City on I-215 to hit the weirdest storm I have ever seen in Utah. I really wish I had taken pictures. The clouds were pitch black which produced thunder and lightening which then turned into sleet/snow. I made it to SLC Airport by 5:00 PM and walked for 10 minutes in the sleet to catch the parking lot bus. The driver was kind enough to reopen the doors to let me on board. As soon as the doors opened, I threw my bags onto the bus since I could not see much of anything through my sleet-soaked glasses.
I arrived at the ticket counter to find, to my dismay, there were no lines! I checked my bags and proceeded to the security checkpoint. Again, no lines! What on Earth! I had clearly assumed there would be very long lines. That whole process took less time than I had ever dreamed. I marched down to the gate thinking that they would update the screens to say that my flight had been delayed because of the weather. Nope. I walked all the way back to the food court to eat a cold pizza slice and two cheeseburgers. I walked back to the gate to work on my two finals (yep, I scheduled my flight a day too early).
Katie, my sister, called to see if I had already taken off. I told her that the flight was on time and that I was going to leave shortly. My famous last words. As soon as I hung up the phone, the screen now showed "8:40 PM: Delays caused by late crew." My original time was 7:20 PM. I was okay with this delay since it allowed me more time to work on my finals. 10 minutes later, the lovely desk lady announced to the crowd that our flight had been canceled. WHAT!!!
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