For this post I’m going to set a background of what my life consists of these days. BYU is my place of residence, where I am an open major,
because I am super indecisive. For now, that is fine with me. Here goes: a
weekly schedule of Tamsyn.
On Mondays I have four classes. I love it a lot... My first class is Book of Mormon, which starts at 9:00 and is on Mondays and Wednesdays. I have the class with two of my dear roommates, Lexi and Miquela, and also tons of kids in my ward, so I’ll never be lonely. My teacher, Brother Marsh resembles Kermit the Frog and has a voice like this guy:
Despite the obnoxious description, he’s a rather fantastic
and entertaining teacher and I have learned a lot.
Right after Book of Mormon I go across campus to
Anthropology, which I have with Lexi and another dear roommate, Emmalina. My
professor, Dr. Crandall should have been brought up in the UK. If he was my age we would probably be good friends. He speaks very properly and
wears nice sweaters. And he has the air of someone vastly intelligent. I am
frequently amused by the randomness he spouts out about the Bushmen of Africa
and all that. I haven’t yet been seduced by a film, only to change my mind yet,
but I’m sure that will soon come. I have that class on Mondays and Wednesdays,
and I have my lab on Fridays which so far has been useless.
After Anthropology, I have Freshman English, or Writing and
Rhetoric 150. Gross. I am not a fan of assigned essays. My teacher is pretty cool though, and I
suppose I have learned a few things, but I’m so peeved I have to take the class
even though I got a five on my AP English test. I have that class Mondays,
Wednesdays, and Fridays.
Then I hang out in the JKB for an hour whilst devouring a
snack such as a banana and peanut butter, a granola bar and apple, or something
of the sort. And I study for French or waste time. Or both. Then I proceed to
French, which is my favorite class. Maybe because I compare it to my other
awful French classes, which were 18393028 times worse, but I am learning a lot
and I think languages are supah cool. My teacher is kind of eccentric (again). He’s
24. He wears white framed rectangular glasses and cardigans and he
probably owns a few ascots he hasn’t broke out yet. I also found out he is the
brother-in-law (ou beau-frère)
of Mr. Daniel Potter, my high school mythology teacher. What the weird.
Anyways, it’s a good class, and I have it every single day.
Also on Monday is FHE. I just became the mother of seven
beautiful children, and I am in charge of entertaining them every Monday night.
I just got the calling last week though, so I haven’t done much yet. It should
be fun.
On Tuesdays and Thursdays I have Living Prophets with
Miquela. My teacher is good old Brother Boone. He’s a sweet old man and it’s an
interesting class so far. There are tons of old people in my class. One of them
has four kids. Holy crow. On Tuesdays I watch the devotional and go to the
temple with Lexi and whoever else is available. We're pretty cute.
I go
to the Smith Fieldhouse gym every day, unless I don’t have the time or motivation, in that case I
do P90X or something similar. I’m getting buff. Kind of. But I still have to crawl up the RB stairs when I'm done...
Saturdays are usually homework days… yep.
Sundays are excellent. I have church at 9:00 and my ward is really
great. I play the piano in Relief Society. Actually, I play the keyboard, which
is not my favorite because it sounds like a carnival, and also the keyboard is
really unsteady, and it jiggles every time I touch it. Other than that it’s
great. I have a reason to keep playing piano. After church I write cheer notes
and relax. And go home for family and delicious food.
So that’s my weekly schedule. Throw in a couple movies, sporting
events, grocery shopping, very occasional socializing and… other stuff and that’s my
life.
Congratulations if you read all that. You get a gold star.
