So This Is Real Life...

Today was the first day of classes here at Brigham Young University. It's quite a lively atmosphere, imagine how many people you had in your high school, multiply that by 50, and add some colored skinny jeans and polka dots, and you're looking at the BYU campus. It's a humongous change to be here, not to mention I feel so small being only 17 years old. This is my last week of being 17! I'm legal this Saturday. Can't wait to go by myself some spray paint and dry ice, and of course vote. (MITT all the way!)

There are several traditions here at the Y, one being called,"Scone Day", a notoriously little known secret among students. Every Monday and Wednesday, these delicious blueberry, raspberry, and apple cinnamon scones are served only at 8 in the morning. Apparently they are to die for, because even though our bedtime the previous night was.... well really late, we woke up at 7:45 to rush down to get some. And they were absolutely worth getting up for. A myth that is associated with Scone Day is that if you eat the scones on Scone Day, you will have the best day ever. My roommate testified of this truth, except for her first scone day was not so great. So we finished our scones, then went to get ready for class.

Maybe bad luck just follows me around, but Scone Day WAS NOT MY DAY AT ALL. A bunch of little things happened (late to class, had no one to sit with in class, dropped my crackers all over my floor, made someone upset, had to add another class, etc) that made me decide the next Scone Day better work, or I will shun it the rest of my college career. Maybe it's just a roomie thing, because Destiny (my roommate) said the rest of her Scone Days have been excellent. We'll see.

The only good things that happened was I saw the cute boy in my ward that I may or may not have a crush on, and I signed up for a Polynesian dance class. Oh yeah, white girl goes hard.

Despite my blue day, I have hope that tomorrow will be a better day.

I will take luck. :)