Paling in Comparison

Yesterday at work, I was informed that the following things pale in comparison to working with me. I think you'll enjoy.

Things that pale in comparison to working with me (a selection):

Piloting the starship Enterprise

Jimmer

Frolicking amongst a herd of ligers

Hipsters

Capturing Bigfoot with only a lasso and a Twinkie, taming him, and teaching him how to ride a tandem bicycle with you.

I think this is a pretty accurate list, and it makes me feel awesome about myself. So I thought I would share it with all of you (so you can further understand how awesome I am).

I was also told that I would be a contender if BYU had an award for awesomeness (which would, of course, be presented by Cosmo).

Signs you're an editing minor

1. While re-reading your favorite books, you can't help but notice how poorly copyfitted they are

2. When you use an em-dash, you're tempted to grab a ruler and see if it really is the length of an m

3. You know what an em-dash is, and you know when you're supposed to use an en-dash in place of it

4. You hate widows and orphans. Especially when they hang out around wordstacks and are surrounded by ten hyphens.

While Cheering on the Rafishoon...

This past Friday, I had the grand opportunity to cheer on my little sister, The Rafishoon, at her swim camp meet. I made a really rad sign, unfortunately the only picture of it that I have is on my phone, so if you want to see it, you'll have to ask her. When I flashed the sign at the meet, I could hear her laugh even though she was down at the pool and I was at the other end up in the bleachers.

Anyway, something really funny happened while I was cheering on The Rafishoon, and it goes like this:

While the kiddos were preparing to do the 500 (which involves swimming 20 lengths of the pool), the ones who weren't swimming went to the far end of the pool to wrestle with large signs on posts to help the swimmers keep track of what lap they were on. While they were doing this, one of the moms who was there to cheer on her daughter came over to me to ask if I knew what they were doing.

At the time, I didn't really know for sure what they were doing, but I made an educated guess and suggested that they were probably trying to keep track of what lap the swimmers were on for a longer race. This lady and I got to talking about how neither of knew that much about swimming and we were just here for moral support. Then she asked me the golden question.

"So, which daughter is yours?"

Please keep in mind that The Rafishoon is only 4 years younger than I am and the youngest kid at the camp was probably 13 or 14.

Please also keep in mind that I'm not even 21 yet.

Basically I thought it was super funny and it made the whole meet AWESOME (even though The Rafishoon didn't take first in her event).

So, to the lady who thought I was the mother of my 16 year old sister, thanks for the laughs. I needed them :)

Yeah That's Right

For my copyediting class, we were supposed to create a letter of application and a letter of follow up to add to our portfolio. We were told that, if we were not currently looking for jobs, we could make one up. I thought this was annoying and didn't want to make up a position until I had a thought: The Quibbler.

Yeah, that's right. I totally just wrote a letter of application to The Quibbler. It's addressed to Xenophilius Lovegood and everything.

It makes me happy.

The End is in Sight

Spring term is (finally) approaching its end. It's terminating, desisting, ending. For those of you unfamiliar with BYU's attempt to maximize student stress, immediately following winter semester is spring term. The spring and summer term are each 7 weeks long and in it you cover all the material you'd cover in a 14-week long semester. So yeah, it gets pretty hectic.

I made the beautiful mistake of taking two classes that are very project heavy. My editing class has multiple homework assignments every night and an assortment of editing-related projects. In print publishing, we play around on the computer four days a week and learn how to design flyers, booklets, and newsletters. We usually have a project proposal or a final project due about every five days. That's on top of all the homework exercises, which are designed to make sure you haven't forgotten how to do what you learned to do in class.

Now don't get me wrong. These classes have been great. I've made some awesome friends, I've gathered some wonderful stories about old ladies returning to school, and I've learned practical things that will get me a job (unlike the things I learn in my major classes).

But I'm ready to be done.

Which is why I was so happy when my supervisor at work sent out our schedule for summer term. I'm not taking classes in summer and I have twenty hours of work a week. I have two days (besides Sunday) where I don't have to be in at work at all, and my only morning shift is on the one day we open later.

My mind hasn't really figured out what I'm supposed to do with all the time I won't be at work, because right now, when I'm not at work, I'm (1) in class, (2) doing homework, (3) coming up with reasons not to do my homework--like watching netflix, reading books, or blogging! As of right now, this is my plan for the summer: read in the mornings (preferably under a shady tree where attractive men--the real life versions of David Andrews--can come find me), work in the afternoons (on the days I have work), write (like a maniac), crash the occasional ward activity, watch movies, write some more (maniac, remember?), and maybe do the occasional bit of editing as it comes my way.

The end of the Spring term of crazy projects is coming to an end and the summer term of basking and relaxing is preparing to commence!