The truth about homework

Lately, I've learned a lesson that I wish someone would have told me about years ago. Homework is a genuinely bad thing. Being responsible actually makes your life HARDER! I am prepared to back this claim with evidence.

Ahem.

Case #1: I recently took a stats test. As my first test had not exactly been a "home run," I stepped up the studying, and spent a lot of quality time with my notebook and calculator. And the result? I DID WORSE! My score dropped!

Case #2: In an attempt to illustrate the positive effect reaching goals can have on a person, my professor recently assigned my class to set a goal, and report back on our findings. (I know. Weird assignment.) My goal: join the ward's soccer team. So I did. And what happened? I blew out my knee. (What does ACL stand for anyway?)

In conclusion, I would just like to post this general warning. Despite what you might have heard about homework, it is really something to be avoided whenever possible. Trust me. Your grades and your health are hanging in the balance. I trust you will make the right decision.

Forecast: Snow

Sometimes I have to smile when people complain about the weather in Provo. Don't get me wrong. I too have dealt the annoyance of icy car windshields and slick sidewalks on campus. I am just as anxious for Spring as the next guy. But when my family sends me pictures from home (like this view from the cabin's back door), I start to think that things could be a lot worse.

So kelly says I have to blog something before my blog shows up. (Meaning blog can be both a noun and a verb....) Anyway, so here is my short story. Yesterday, I walked past a guy on campus who was sporting a shirt which read, "Everytime you don't shave, God kills a kitten." I was alarmed enough to do a double-take, stop walking, and nearly be killed by one of those weird reflective doors at the Wilk. Sometimes I think too much time in Provo does scary things to people. Okay, Kelly says I can now commence the blogging....?