College... GRR

What should I major in??? This question has been looming on my mind for just about forever now. I finally decided on Interior Design with a minor in Graphic Design, but I actually don't know if you can minor in that... So today I went to find out. I had a meeting with an advisor in the "Technical Sales" department at 11 this morning (Interior design at Weber focuses on that aspect a little more than I would like). The advisor pulled up my records on his computer and showed that I didn't have a single general complete. WHAT? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? I sent my BYU transcripts to Weber in November! I'm DONE with generals. And of course the advisor saiud he couldn't help me until I get those up-to-date. Why? I'm not sure, all I wanted was for him to tell me if I could minor in graphic design and see if my schedule for the fall was looking okay. Oh, and he also said he didn't know a thing about graphic design so he had no idea about that. I thought the two were somewhat related... So anyways, I had to walk clear across campus, okay so it was only half way, and go to the admissions office to find out what's going on. GRR :(

Took them 10 mintues to figure out where my transcripts were, but they found them. But for whatever reason they aren't showing up on my end or the other professors end of the computer. They said it would take a couple days for their changes to go through. Great. I planned this meeting on a day that I didn't work and before July so I could get my schedule to the manager asap. GRR :(

On top of that I found out that I have to fill out an application and pay a $10 processing fee just to get my AP scores to show up on my transcripts. What's with that?? They're on my BYU transcripts, can't that count as them counting at Weber? BYU is harder on you anyways. GRR :(

I then decided that I should contact that head of the Interior Design department, hoping she would know more about graphic design. I found her info at the computer lab, turns out her phone number just directs you to the technical sales people. I decided to email her and hope to hear back soon, and then went to the "Career Services" desk, hoping maybe they could answer my question about a minor in Graphic Design. Of course they couldn't! Once again I was directed somewhere else. I walked all they way back to the tech. ed. building and tried to find the director's office, but it didn't exist! It's suppose to be room 101. 101A-101I is what the sign read. 101A is where I was this morning... And of course at this point everyone is at lunch so there is nobody to ask. GRR!

Did I mention that I had worn cute little sandals with a skirt, dress to impress, and now I had terrible blisters on both my feet from wandering back and forth across campus. GRR.

I was so frustrated with the whole college system and how nobody knows the answer to anything - all they do is directed to somewhere else - that I thought I'd go check on the apartment. Don't even get me started on how frustrating that has been. No body was at the office, but they had some fliers. Rent went up $20 buck and the deposit went up $200! I called all 4 landlords, hoping to find out if an apartment had become available, and not a single one answered. GRR.

Did I mention it was 89 degrees today and I have no air conditioning in my car? It was sooo hot! What a ridiculous day! And did I get anything accomplished, NO. GRR! :(

A Painting of His Son

An elderly man raised his only son by himself after his wife had passed away. The older man was an art collector so their home was full of beautiful, expensive artwork. When the son was 19 he went off to war. While there, he lost his life saving the life of another soldier. A few years passed when a young man showed up at the elderly man's door. The young man had wanted to thank the father for his son that touched him and saved his life, but never knew how. However, he was an amature artist and decided to paint a portrait of the son. Although he knew this portrait would never measure up to the artwork the father collected, he presented it to him anyways.The father loved it so much that he placed the painting above his mantle - the center of his home and life. As people from around the world came to the man's home to see his collections of art, the very first piece he would show them was the painting of his only son that he loved so dearly.

Eventually the father passed away. An auction was held to sell all the artwork he owned, and people from around the world came. The auctioneer held up the first piece, the painting of the son. He opened the auction at 1000 dollars, but nobody would accept. The audience grew restless and insisted the auctioneer move on to the real art. The price dropped to 500 dollars, then 100, then eventually 5 dollars. Nobody seemed interested in the painting of the father's son, until a hand from the back of the group slowly raised. The hand belonged to the gardener - a worker and old friend of the father and his son. He didn't have much money and wasn't much for artwork, but he had grown close to the son as he watched him grow. At the selling of the painting of the son, the auctioneer closed the auction, announcing that in the will of the father, he left his entire inheritance to the one person that would accept his son.

Our Father in Heaven has promised us his entire inheritance to those that will accept his Son. All he asks in return is that we give to Him all that we can, even if it's just 5 dollars.

Stuck in a Rut

This week I worked a full 40 hours at the pharmacy! I'm a full time workin' woman :) However, I can honestly say that I don't really enjoy it. It's not too bad of a job, the people are fun, but it's pretty high stress and I'm constantly running around doing things faster than I can think somtimes. I can't imagine having to work full time for the rest of my life. Poor husbands :(

Tanner and I were talking about this exact thing just the other day. How do you not let yourself get stuck in a rut? How do you stay passionate about life (stole that from Crystal ;) thanks) when life gets so routine and monotonous? I wouldn't say that I'm a pessimistic person - I think I enjoy life - but I wish I was more passionate about it - that word just has so much more emotion to it.

As fall gets closer and closer, and with Tanner getting ready to leave on his mission, I can just see my life falling into a routine where I go to work, go to school, eat, study, sleep, go to work, etc etc etc. I don't want it to be like that, but I don't know how to not let it. I don't think I know how to just go with the flow or be spontaneous... Ah! I better figure it out quick or I'm gonna be stuck in the very rut I'm trying to avoid!