In Pursuit of Knowledge

So in the pursuit of much learning, I am now studying hard at BYU-Idaho. So far it has been a grand adventure. My favorite class would have to be Russian. I am so glad that I listened to that nagging feeling that I needed to study this language. Russian is not as easy as I thought it would be. But I am glad to have to work hard, at least in this class.

The first full week of classes one of the Russian tutor came to class to introduce himself. I'll call him Sascha. (Obviously that isn't his real name, but he needs to be called something!) Sascha is a guy from Russia. A student, who is tutoring in his native tongue, while he pursues a degree in something completely different from linguistics entirely. Me, being intelligent and wanting to keep the A grade I started the semester with, I signed up for tutoring sessions, twice a week. I figured it would be better to consistently study with him, and practice, than to cram before tests. So far it is going quite well. My skills are improving, and I'm making a new friend.

New friend? Yes. I forgot to mention that Sascha is very attractive, and funny. Truth be told, even if I didn't need the help in the class, I probably would have signed up for sessions with him. The fact that he is actually helping me is a bonus. An interesting thing, I'm helping him too. His English typing, and writing, is not as good as he'd like. So, he asked for some help from me. I've helped him type up a project for a PR class, and will probably help him more when he asks. Helping him with his English stuff is actually helping me with my Russian. The word usage and such are dissimilar mish-mash, that between the two of us we make sense of stuff.

So here is where the dilemma begins. I got a letter from my friend, who I'll call Rico. He is serving a mission back home. (Obviously, he couldn't write me while I was at home, but it was nice to hear from him at last. I guess he actually does want to be friends.) I'm going to write him back today, but what to say. He'll be done with his mission and home in the beginning of December. Home for him is Utah, a 3-4 hour drive from me. A long one, but doable. I'm wondering whether he'll want to pursue something in addition to friendship. I'd not be adverse to it. He's a great guy... A bit shorter than me, but really fun to be around. Sascha is a bit shorter than me, but he has that really sexy accent. (Not to mention he is here.) Tonight I'm going Latin dancing. With the way things seem to be going, I'll probably meet someone there too!

Sascha made a quip that I attend BYU-I Do. I replied that if I was in such a rush to be married, I'd have become a green card bride to a friend a long time ago. My plans do not include a quick marriage, and putting my education on hold for more time. I realize that really Heavenly Father's plan for me is probably better than mine. The thought of wasting my mind for yet more years makes my heart weep. I do want to get married. And it would be nice to accomplish that before my 35th birthday. It is just that the thought of rushing into anything, possibly the wrong marriage to the wrong man, scares me. Mormons marry for eternity. The thought of spending eternity with someone who's without... ::Shudders:: I guess, like my education, my romantic life will have to be left to the Lord's hands too.

The air has taken a turn towards the cool and crisp. Frost on the windows and the ground will be common for a while.

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The Tallgurrl

School Days, School Days!

Buffalo. In some native tongue it is called Tatonka. Me, I just call it the huge animal that was eating grass on the side of the road. I was so excited that I took a photo (not this one), and sent a copy to my family.

The day started out with classes, then a text from a good friend, I'll call him Angel for this blog. We got together, with the plan to tool around Rexburg. Unfortunately, I had left my wallet in my apartment, thereby removing the possibility of shopping in the Distribution Center. Soooo, Angel asks "Are you up for a little drive?" Naturally I replied with the affirmative. (I mean, come on. Any time I hang out with Angel fun and hijinks ensue.) So we start driving... And just talking. And laughing. And listening to music. And looking at the gorgeous scenery.

After doing this for a while, we start discussing the possibility of a snowball fight. We both agreed this would be a very good idea, so headed further into the mountains. As we drove the winding roads, a perfect spot appeared. We stopped to play in the snow. It turns out that Angel is not very good at throwing things. I hit him a few times, and even when I stayed in one place he only hit my shoe. We decided to warm our hands and continue on our drive. Thus we found ourselves driving through Jackson Hole, Wyoming, on our way toward Yellowstone. And this is where the Buffalo comes in. We were driving, and driving, when the traffic came to a standstill. As we creeped our way up, we found out why... A herd of bison were feeding on the side of the road. And I mean literally by the side of the road. I could have reached out my hand from the car window and scratched their ears!

We drove on, and then stopped to look at a glacier. At which point, we both realized that since neither of us were wearing jackets, the cold was a bit much... We decided to continue our journey, and go to his apartment in Idaho Falls. After eating a yummy supper of portobello alfredo linguine, we watched Harold and Maude... Funny and perverse movie. We closed the night, and got me home in time to make curfew and avoid my OCD roommates locking me out. Best Day Ever!

The weather is warm in Rexburg, but snowy on the mountain. Be sure to bring a light jacket, as the change in climate is startling.

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The Tallgurrl