It has obviously been sometime since I last posted something on this thing. Life has been a bit busy since school started in late August. Besides classes and my job, Student Alumni Board and ASUU take up most of my time. Erica and I managed to pull off the most successful Homecoming Week the University of Utah has ever had. It was monumental, we had an actually crowd for the Pep Rally, which means I kept my promise to Coach Whittingham, we sold out the dance, 1200 people got in and many more didn't. Everything went off without a hitch, no incidents at the dance, alcohol related or non, and even though SongFest ended 25 minutes ahead of schedule, Coach Boylen saved the Pep Rally with his amazing emcee skills. It truly was a REDvolution this year. The biggest yet. Next year's senior class president and vice president have some big expectations to live up to.
Now Homecoming is over and life is slowing down for the moment. I have time to read, time to sleep, time to write, time to breathe. It's a bittersweet ending though, this thing I've spent the last 5 months of my life planning is over, the week I pourred my heart and soul into is done. What's next? It's a bit odd to have time to do homework, and not have 8 meetings every week, and leave ASUU when the sun is still illuminating the sky. I halfway miss the "till 2 a.m." nights and bribing that pizza guy to give me his product so Erica and I didn't starve to death. Luckily, there's still football, the Rivalry Week Food Drive, and lovely things in the Spring to look forward to.
Fall Break is almost upon the U, and everyone I know is extremely grateful for the break. I'll spend my break revising the papers I didn't get A's on (which NEVER happens except now, which makes me wonder what I've gotten myself into). I know it's bad news when MATH is my best class. Somethings gotta change, so I'll revamp over the break and come back with exceptional writing for the rest of the semester. That's the plan at least. There are very few things I dislike more than having to revise and resubmit papers. This is unacceptable and it's pissing me off. I'm better than this. Last fall, the resident Poet Laureate actually gave a copy of my paper to everyone in my class as an example of what to do. I am BETTER than this. I will be better than I have been. Math cannot win, I must excel in what I know, and I know writing. I'll show Straley and Horwitz who they're reading. I don't write B- papers.
Oh, and, McK, since you're the only one who reads this thing, I love my housemates and living in Officer's Circle! We stay up too late and laugh and talk and are all friends. The Hum House is fantastic and I love living there. I'll be rather sad when I have to leave it in May, but I'll go directly to London for 5 weeks which should help ease my suffering.
