God Bless the Man in the Testing Center

Time: 8:57

Place: Parking Lot south of Campus at the Bottom of rape hill

Who: Courtney and Caitlyn(my amazing roommate)

What: Trying to make it to the testing center by 9 to take first test of the semester(basically first test of my career at BYU)before the testing center closes at 9.

Get out of the car. Run across the parking lot. Wearing ballet flats. Run across street-lucky no cars coming-run up flight of stairs. Run up more stairs. Keep running up never ending stairs. Get to the top of stairs so I can run up a steep path. See the building(I don't even know what it's called...?? sometimes I wonder if I'm really a student at BYU?) Run in the building. Run up the first flight of stairs inside.

See a man closing the last door for the testing center. Collapse onto the stairs. Pull my phone out in despair. Hear the voice of an angel. "Did you need to take a test?" "Yes." "I thought I heard someone panting."

I got up and took my test.

I HATE THE DUMB INTERNET AT MY APAAAAARTMENT!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't freak out, but I just bare figured out how to change the font! Please don't have a heart attack, but we probably should mark our calendars and celebrate this day each year for the rest of our lives!!

I did want to mention that the first day of each semester is a disaster for me. Let's take a trip back through time to my very first day of college. It was a beautiful day in Rexburg Idaho(sometime around Sept. 11, 2009). I had no idea where any of my classes were. I had only been on campus once... maybe twice. Well, I was stressed to say the least, aaaand I had a broken foot. Okay, so this isn't the BEST story for a WORST day of school, but my other two get way better.

Fast forward to the first day of my second semester freshman year. Still at BYU-Idaho in Rexburg. No broken foot, but I'm pretty sure there was snow EVERYWHERE aaaand it was fREEZING. I don't know exactly what happened, maybe my brain froze, maybe I'm just dense, but it wasn't until I was sitting very confused during the first class I attended that I realized that I was sitting in the correct room for my 10am monday class, but it was not monday. IT WAS TUESDAY. WHO THE HECK DECIDED TO START THE SEMESTER ON A TUESDAY??

Fast forward to the SECOND day of my first semester sophomore year.(I know I said all of these stories were about my first day, but the second day counts as the first day for me because you are still going to new classes-right? duh.) Well, I walk into my class and there are like 4 different older professor looking people at the front of the class. The classroom is in the student athlete building. The professor looking-type start talking about how excited they are to be working with freshmen. They hand out the syllabus and this is when it hits me. At the top of the first page of the syllabus reads the name of the class:

CONTEMPORARY ISSUES FOR THE STUDENT ATHLETE

Now, it's not like this isn't what it said on MYMAP, but when I read the name of the course when registering, I interpreted it as contemporary issues that student athletes face as they play their sport... Nope. Not what it meant. The class I was sitting in was for student athletes. I. do. not. play. any. ncaa. sport. I barely exercise at all. There were a couple of things that made this experience all the better:

1. I was sitting in the seat farthest from the door

2. It was a small class (so I didn't feel comfortable just standing up and leaving)

3. Towards the end of the period, we were given the opportunity to go around the room and introduce ourselves as well as share the sport in which we participate.(making me wish I had just stood up and left. would've been less awkward.)

All in all I think I will just boycott school from now on. Or at least the first week of each new semester.

The lord's university? Really?

This year, I am attending BYU(in Provo, UT). Last year I went to BYU-Idaho(Rexburg, ID). I am just really confused because last year in Idaho everyone said that we were attending the Lord's University, but now, her in Provo, everyone says this is the Lord's real university. Now I just don't know what to think.

Enough about all of the politics. I do miss BYU-Idaho dearly, and often wonder why the heck I transferred down here. Here are some of the things I miss the very most about BYU-I/rexburg/Idaho(in no particular order):
1. The small campus
2. Living across the street from campus
3. The happy/friendly students
4. Meeting my friends at the xroads
5. Horkleys
6. Scary movie night
7. Millhollow
8. The constant wind
9. Lights on the track at night
10. All of my amazing roommates

But, there are so many things I love about BYU as well... including:
1. Getting to go home for dinner each Sunday
2. Big college-like classes
3. Going to the mall that is just 8 minutes away
4. Shopping at Target
5. WEARING SHORTS!!
6. I don't know if I should put this one... No curfew (well it's not enforced)
7. The Mountains (the leaves are changing color and it is beautiful!!!)
8. Seeing my cousins
9. FOOTBALL!!!
10. Housing complexes that include boys and girls i.e. the boys in my ward live across the sidewalk, opposed to across the street, then across the park, then across another street.

All in all, I honestly can not compare the two schools. Each has its strengths as well as weaknesses. They both have a special place in my <3.

Those stairs in the American FOrk Tab

We had stake conference today. We got there late, so we decided to sit in the basement. As we were walking down the stars, I missed one and slipped. Luckily there was no one below me or the would've seen more than they wanted. It was a little embarrassing, but I thought I handled it quite well. For the first couple of minutes I did think through all of the other scenarios/consequences had I fallen all the way down/ripped my dress/broken my arm/broken my leg/etc. Conference was pretty good. It did seem like it lasted forever, but spiritually uplifting all the same.

I'm Aliiiiiive!!!

I just wanted to let you all know that I survived surgery. I am alive and recovering. Just wanted to let you know so you could stop worrying.

Another post about the dentist

I forgot to mention that last week when at the dentist, I was informed that it is time for me to get my wisdom teeth out. Needless to say, I am scared to death to get them out. SCARED TO FREAKIN DEATH. This is no joke. I went to see the oral surgeon yesterday, and he told me that my x-rays showed a pretty normal set of wisdom teeth and that it would be a regular(not easy, not hard) extraction. He explained that I can not eat or drink for 8 hours leading up to the surgery, and that when I get there I'll get a "small" stick in my arm(which I know is a load of crap. I've seen lots of people get IVs, and it is no small stick, I mean, come on, does he think I'm an idiot? I was in a medical assisting course for almost a year. Whatever) after which they'll put me out and then I'll be asleep for about an hour, and then I will be able to leave the office and start the weeks of horribly tedious and painful rehab. Here's a list of reasons I am scared
1. I have never been put to sleep, but I'd rather be asleep than awake as they are chipping away at my mouth.
2. Although I know that IVs save lives, they are also dangerous. During the aforementioned MA class, I had the wonderful opportunity to read about the risks of intravenious shots. Scary stuff.
3. I have talked to many people who have had their wisdom teeth out, and there are only two extremes during the rehab: it's either totally fine, and I'll be back to normal activity the next day, or it will be the worst week of my life and I will basically wish I were dead. I am pretty sure it will be the latter.

I should probably start looking more at the bright side of everything, but I feel like I'm usually a very optomistic person, but this is just not something I can do that with. Wish me luck, bring me some jamba juice.

the lovely dentist

Last week, I had the not so wonderful opportunity to visit the dentist. Although I love the actual man himself(he is my best friend's dad), I dislike visiting him at work. I really don't like the horrid feeling/sound of the polisher when they clean your teeth, and then the hygienist who was helping me was really rough while flossing. I'm going to be honest-I'm not a great flosser, but when I do floss, it doesn't hurt that bad, so why was it hurting while she flossed? Well, sadly I did not get to the sign the no-cavity poster as I walked out because I had two cavities, which brings me to the main part of my story.

I got to re-visit the dentist today-to get two cavities filled, one on each side of my mouth=an entirely numb mouth. Well, the entire thing wasn't numb, just the bottom half and half of my tonge, but it was bad enough. The worst part was that although the right half of my lip/cheek/face was numb, it still hurt while he was drilling. Not fun. I did get laughing gas though, and that was fun.

I know this wasn't embarrassing or anything, but it's all I have for now.

Suffocating!!!

I am currently sitting in the David O Mckay Library at BYU-Idaho. I am trying super hard to study... or trying super hard to click out of facebook so I can start studying, when what happens just as I do? I am punished. I don't know why, especially because I was finally choosing my homework over fb, but whatev. The boy sitting just a few study stalls down from me pull out one of those HUGE sharpie markers and starts using it to do who knows what. It is disgusting! I think I'm starting to suffocate, or maybe even a little bit high. Usually I wouldn't mind it, but really, in an enclosed area, this guy should know better. What a lame-o.

Just getting a closer look

Yesterday was a hard day. After a week of beautiful, and when I say beautiful, I mean GORGEOUS weather, it snowed. It was basically a blizzard outside. After going to almost every single class, I came home to do Jillian Michaels 30 day shred workout with my bff Dara who is also my roommate. Well, I had already changed into my shorts and t-shirt, put on my socks, but not my shoes. Well, for reasons I can't remember, I was trying to get from the living room through the kitchen to my bedroom quickly. Well, socks and tile don't really go well together, so before I knew it I was flat on the kitchen floor getting a closer look at the tile. Don't worry, only two people saw me, so only two people were there to laugh.

Shhh! Stop talking to me!

The other day, I was sitting in my Prep for eternal marriage class when out of nowhere, my tummy started to talk to me. First off, I want everyone out there to know that I eat breakfast every day. Well, thanks to my luck, the classroom just happened to be absolutely silent, and of course the 20 closest students(which here at BYUI is basically the entire class) turned to look at me. I was super embarrassed, but don't worry, the story goes on. I spent the rest of the period doing everything I could think of to get my stomach to just be quiet!! Some of my ideas include: folding my arms really tightly across my abdominal area, shoving my fist into my stomach, praying that it would stop, and swallowing really often. Sadly, none of my strategies worked, and I now make sure I eat a snack before going to class.

Here's to the life

I used to have a blog. It's name was "it's beatiful day in the neighborhood." Obviously, I created that blog before moving to Rexburg, Idaho to go to school at BYU-Idaho. It is rarely a beautiful day here-thus the need for a new blog. I decided to name my blog swirling craziness because my life is just that, swirling craziness. Some of the craziness is probably avoidable, but the majority is not. In this first post I will write a little about myself so that as you read you will be able to picture me, and what I look like as you read about my craziness(not craziness as in skydiving, but craziness as in slipping on the ice etc.)
Name: Courtney
Gender: Female
Height: 5'9"
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Hazel
Shoe size: 7.5
Favorite Color: Green
Major: Nursing
Occupation: currently a student, but lifeguard and swim instructor during the summers

My goal with this blog is to update at least once a week. I know that I get embarrassed at least once a week, so I will try to remember these personal moments so I can share with everyone.