First Day

Yesterday was the first day of class. It was pretty sweet. I only have three classes right now. My other two start in June. So I got up and headed for my religion class which is introduction to mormonism. It's a cool class. We had to go around and do introductions and there's only seven of us in the class and probably by next week there will only be three because some people are in there that shouldn't be...like returned missionaries. I was almost the last person to go and Brother Hammond asked me how I ended up all the way in Idaho from Virginia and I told him about Poor and he goes "Are you two seriously dating? I bet there's a good story there. Let's hear it." I almost died. I tried to convince him it wasn't that interesting of a story and somehow I ended up talking about the car accident. So now he calls me a miracle and says he'll be watching me because obviously I'm here to do great things. Well, hey, at least one person thinks so.

I'm still struggling with the accident. Its kind of surreal to know that by all accounts I should be dead or at least very seriously hurt. I can't stop thinking about it no matter how hard I try. I can't sleep at night because I have these horrible nightmares. Even sometimes during the day I'll have daymares.

Anyway my next class was American Heritage and its this huge class of about 200 people and I felt a little like a sardine in that classroom. It seems like its going to be a pretty okay class as long as I keep on top of the readings. After that was biology which is my block class so its only six weeks long. I have three times a week for two hours. It actually really wasn't that bad and the time didn't seem to drag like it did when I was in high school.

I will have everyone know that I have actually done my homework...well most of it at least. I wrote my paper for my religion class did the readings and answered the questions for history, I now only have my biology reading and paper to write.

I feel like I should stop this post and maybe come back to finish what I have to say in another post because this one is getting so long, but I'm too lazy for that. Yesterday I went with a roommate to help her get her sister's stuff from another house somewhere in town. I got lost and when I got lost I had been texting Poor about something or other. I can't remember and my phone is in the other room. Anyway he tries to help me figure out where I am and when he can't he says "do you want me to come pick you up?" At first I just said "ummmmmmm.........." and then he told me "it's okay if you do", but then my roommate figured it all out and I got in the car with her so sadly he was not able to rescue me, but I suppose its the thought that counts. We're going to devotional together today so yay!