Make Good Choices

My first three years of college I lived at my Grandparent's house in Salt Lake, but I would usually go home to Layton on the weekends. Whenever I did that I would always leave Sunday night after dinner, as I would leave my dad you yell "Drive safe. Make good choices!" Well one week I was running out to my car to put my bag in it before I said good bye to everyone as I was running out the door my little sister yelled "Make good choises!" Everyone immediately burst out lauging.

Today I was leaving my pyschology class and as everyone was leaving my psychology professor yelled "Have a nice weekend! Make good choices!"

I get the feeling that someone is trying to tell me something. Hmmm...but what could it be?

Dancing

I'm taking a ballroom dance class, and I must say that it is pretty awesome. We will be learning 4 dances, the foxtrot, the waltz, the cha-cha, and swing dance. Right now we are learning the foxtrot. I really like the foxtrot and my teacher. She teaches us at a good pace  and in a good order. Even if I don't feel completely comfortable with the last step that we just learned, the next step that she teaches us compliments the last step and helps me learn the last one even better. She is also really good a making sure everyone has a partner. In my class we have more girls then guys (of course). To make sure that every girl has a chance to dance with a partner we switch partners about 5 times a class. She also watches to make sure that the girls that didn't have partners before have a partner the next time. I really like this because you get to experience different styles of leading, which is especially nice if you had someone who was a bad leader before.

So this leads me to a humorous story (or at least humorous to me). One of the guys in my class is really tall, his name is Regan. I barely come up to shoulder. Well he asked me to dance. This makes for a very awkward dance position because your arms are suppose to be parallel to the floor. Needless to say that unless he wanted to hold on to my head his arms couldn't be parallel to the floor. Well we tried our best and made didn't do have bad. The other awkward part is that while we were in dance position, if I ever wanted to talk to him I had to look straight up.

Now for a really humorous story. Our teacher was talking to us about how the foxtrot is a traveling dance and how we had to REALLY big steps so that we could travel really far. Well since my partner Regan is really tall he was really excited because he can take REALLY big steps. The couple next to us looked at Regan and then looked at me and said "Yeah, but I think that your partner counter acts that."

Stuck

One of my favorite Christmas movies is called A Christmas Story. It is seriously amazing. One of the best parts is when one of the kids sticks his tongue to a telephone pole and it gets stuck. Now you may be wondering why I bring up a Christmas moving in the middle of July. The reason is simple, I can now say that is no fun to be the one with your tongue stuck.

No, I did not get my tongue stuck to a telephone pole. I got my tongue stuck to a Popsicle. Yes, it hurt. What was worst is that it got really confusing when I couldn't decided whether to laugh or cry. I ended up doing both