Yep, it's finally Finals Week. Crazy!
Speaking of crazy, yesterday was nuts. And each nutty thing deserves its own story.
I played in two Christmas programs. I accompanied for all but one of the vocalists in the ward program. And there were only vocal numbers, no instrumentalists. The ward before us also used the last of the water cups, so we didn't have Sacrament until the very end of the meeting. It was interesting, but I kind of like it. Then later in the evening we finally had the Institute Choir program. We were supposed to perform last week, but church was cancelled because of an ice storm. So glad both of those programs are over-I love playing Christmas music, but accompanying for people who waste my time by not showing up and are only fake appreciative can be frustrating.
Later in the evening I got falsely accused of crying by another 18 year old girl. Was that condescension in your voice? Because look whose talking. For your information, I was just outside for a good 20 minutes, and if you haven't noticed, it's kind of cold outside. Excuse me for sniffing. I've been told that living with a whole bunch of other girls my own age is character building, but I'm not convinced. But hey, I've got another 4 months to have my mind changed.
Oh, and my hallway was turned into Fort Blanketsburg. It was more Lord of the Flies, single-18-year-old girl version. SCARY. Seriously, girls with pillows and covered in black face paint were screaming all night. I was worried that hair appliances were going to come out next. Have you ever been chased with a curling iron?
Then I was attacked by a tinsel Christmas tree. It was somehow involved in the very large pillow fight going on. It came out of someone's room and ended right in front of my door-a chair was involved in the barricade as well. Let's just say, I've never been so traumatized trying to get out of my room before. I seriously had to fight off a red tinsel tree that was almost as tall as me. What's a girl got to do to get some water around here? Apparently, carry a chainsaw.
Lastly, I almost had my life-saving candy bar eaten by a vending machine. Thankfully somebody's boyfriend had been waiting all night to shake the vending machine. What would I do without the guys who hang out in the lobby, waiting for the chance to impress their girlfriends?
All in all, I'd say last night was a great example of why I love living in dorms. And associating with only people my own age. But hey, what a great way to have a perspective change. And I do love my roommates. But boy am I grateful that in three days, I'll be back in the real world as I travel home, interacting with people that have real lives. Although maybe I shouldn't be excited to get in the middle of holiday travel mayhem. But then?! Twenty whole days at home with people who love me, and only four months left of dorm life!
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