Snow

About half-way through my senior year of high school through the end of summer 2010 the most commonly asked question of my life was "Where are you going to school?" my reply: "Utah State." One of the most common heard lines after that was "Oh I have family there" and the MOST common heard line was "Oh it's cold there!" By the end of the summer I was ready to say thank you to the genius people for sharing that fact with me because I definitely didn't know that before and somehow I missed the thousand other people who told me the same thing. Me being a St.George girl through and through, I hate cold so maybe they were just looking out for me. Either way, they were ALL right!

This weekend we got snow. Lots of snow. Around 18 inches, give or take a little. Crazy? Yes. But what's even more crazy is that for some reason I wanted to play in all this snow. This is a big deal. Normally I avoid the snow at ALL costs. But yes ladies and gentlemen, you read it right -- I played in the snow.

It was a dark a dreary night -- well sorta. It wasn't really dark because the snow makes things really bright. It was night though. Around 10:30 p.m. Mackenzie and I decided we wanted midnight pizza. To get to the place of the pizza we had to make our journey through all the snow coming down. To shorten the story, I will just say this, by the time we got to pizza we were pretty snow covered. So after eating our pizza we decided "what the heck, we're already wet, lets just go straight through the snow covered field." So we did. This started my desire to play in the snow. So I went into my apartment put on all my snow clothes and went out and played in the snow until 12:30 a.m. The group was Kenzie, Kristy, Jonathan, Chris, Nick, and Anjeanette (for a little while). We face planted in the snow, back flopped, did gymnastics, and snow dived! It was great fun! Hopefully I'll get the pictures from Nick eventually, because they are quite grand!

That is the story of my adventure in the snow. I figured it was blog worthy because it RARELY ever happens and probably won't happen again for a LONG time.

Camp Huntington

I know that I have briefly mentioned in previous posts that I got a summer job in New York but I don't think I've ever really explained it before. And I'm in the mood to write a blog instead of study anatomy so i figured why not.

The place that I'll be working at is called Camp Huntington. It is located in High Falls, New York. I believe it's about 2 hours outside of the city. I will work either as a bunk counselor and have 1-3 campers assigned to me that I get to work with and go to every activity with OR I will be the music program counselor where I will get to teach/play/make music with all the campers. I hope that I can get the program counselor job because I think that it will be really good experience for me and I may be able to get credit for it. Plus, I'll get to work with a music therapist basically everyday. My dream job? I think so.

So to apply for this job I had to fill out an online application, get references (thank you to the three people who have now filled out more references for me than they ever should have had to), and have a phone interview. The application part was really easy. I was nervous about the phone interview part but I just have to say that the lady I talked to, Amber, is basically one of the nicest people ever. She offered me a job instantly which I though was pretty cool!

To go along with the greatness of this already wonderful opportunity, my good friend Sydnie also got a job at Camp Huntington for this summer. She heard me talking about it and she filled out the application and got a job as well. So now I don't have to do that part that is the scariest to me alone. The traveling. I was a bit nervous about going all the way to New York alone. Thank you Sydnie! And I get to spend an entire summer with her and a bunch of really great people. I am so excited.

I cannot wait until this summer. I am so excited and scared and happy and nervous all at the same time. But I know that I am so lucky to get this opportunity and I am very grateful for it! There will definitely be more to come on Camp Huntington but probably not until next Fall. :D

I am so proud!

I just had to write a quick little blog to tell about my dear roommate Lauren. Today she did something that I have NEVER been brave enough to do. She gave blood for the first time!!!! Now you see this is not a small deal. She was very scared. But she faced her fear and she did it. I am so stinkin' proud of her! And to add to the awesomeness of the situation, she has super intense bruising that looks pretty fantastic!!! Today she is my hero. And she helped save a life. Way to go Lauren!

I have never been brave enough to give blood. It's not the blood that's the problem. It's the needle. I REALLY don't do needles. I'll admit, I have not had a flu shot in like two years because I hate needles that much. They freak me out and I don't like the thought of poking something into my body that wouldn't naturally go there.

So to make myself feel better about being such a chicken and not giving blood, I volunteer at the blood drive instead. Last semester I ran the table with the information and the cool name tag stickers that all the awesome blood donors get to wear. Red for those who have donated blood before and green for first timers. The only problem with running the info table is that people ask me questions and actually expect me to know the answer. I don't know much about medical stuff. Not really my thing. Although, being forced to take anatomy is sorta helping me in that department [sidenote: still haven't passed out in that class! Wahoo!]. Well.... Despite my newly learned anatomy knowledge, I got put at the snack table this semester. Not quite as important of a job but still good I guess. All the poor souls who were forced to sit down and eat for at least ten minutes got stuck with the lovely task of listening to me blab their ears off about whatever happened to be on my mind at that moment. But I always told them how they are heroes in my eyes for being brave enough to give blood. That's good right?? And this one boy named Dan, I met him at the blood drive, did the plasma/blood thing and he said that his donation could count for me too this time. So I'm clear! Thanks Dan. You're a pal!

One more exciting sidenote before I close this blog.... Tonight I was able to indulge in my obsession of formal dresses. I got to see Kristy, Misty, and Chandi in their beautiful formals for the IWA dance on Friday. They all so looked so pretty! And Chandi is borrowing my pink high heels. Good luck girl, those things are SUPER hard to walk in! Oh and dates of the night, be prepared to be blown away by these stunning girls!