First day back

Wow...school is just plain weird this quarter. I seem to have interesting teachers. They're both male, which is new to me, for I've only had one, and that was in the very beginning, and I didn't like him too much; however I have come to the conclusion that my english teacher is insane. Either that or a wanna be comedian who excerpts humor in the oddest way that's kinda funny, but also embarrasses you based on the lameness factor. Hmmm...this is going to be interesting that's for sure.

My art teacher is some crazy old guy who wears black and walks around carrying a coffee mug (black coffee of course), and rants about society and how we're "repressed" minds. He's wanting to "expand consciousness", and "open up to other ideals of the drawing aspect". Ha! "Have fun with me Mr. Art teacher" I think to myself, although you should have seen his face when I told him the extent of my "expansion" was a little better than elaborate stick figures. Yeah...I'm gonna like this class.

Ahhhh....the road to success is long and winding with my path, but it doesn't come easy, hell, what in my life does? I've had to work hard for everything I've gotten so far, what would make this situation any different? The only class I'm a little worried about is my english class, but this time I'm not going to suffer, I'm going to use the resources I have available and get help. I can blame a certain patriarchal figurehead in my life for the stubbornness I have for getting help, but also I believe it's just my pride. Well, good fashion designers didn't get by on just pride alone...and apparently it's like one of those seven sin thingys, so I should be humble...*sigh.

Well 'A' is still in SLC, haven't heard anything from him, don't really expect to. I wrote him an email on sunday. I had a great day, and I just wanted to share it with him...it goes as follows(excerpts for the blog viewing benefit):

"As I was listening to G.C. today, I was thinking about you and how blessed you are to be attending such a wonderful meeting. I stayed at home in my p.j.'s and listened on my computer. It was a perfectly lazy day for me. The last day before school hits, I knew that I had to take a day to just relax and ignore the world outside my apartment. It was raining off and on, but the temp. was somewhat delightful, and made it possible to welcome the cool breeze and smell of rain into my apartment through the rounded turret window. I opened my turret curtains to let in the fading sunlight towards the end of the day, and decided to let Whoochie (the rat i'm watching for him) out and about. I've been handling her as much as possible to get her used to it. So instead of nipping at my exposed fingers, she merely smells them and wanders on to my shoulder. Leelu (my kitty) seems a little jealous and watches from her perch on my retro print chair as I tease the rat with my fingers on my bed of stars.

Doubt not that I have a few war scratches on my upper shoulders and neck due to 'panic attacks' that whoochie decided to have, but a few scratch marks is nothing compared to being named a "rat whisperer" as my mom got a kick out of her via web-cam.

I washed my dishes, brushed my cat and did some laundry in anticipation for tomorrow's hurried events of finding my classes, getting my supplies and then running to catch the bus for work. Amazingly I stilll have a load of stuff to retrieve from my former apartment, then I get to do the dreaded walk through. I don't expect her to give me my deposit back, I'm sure she'll find the tiniest mark on the carpet and exclaim how she now needs to hire a carpet cleaner...well, duh, they need to do that anyway!

All these moments are winding down to me plunking in front of my now cooled computer to switch on some classical music while munching on a Hershy hug which made me think of writing you(he wanted me to have a couple "hugs" while he was away). I gained so much knowledge from conference today, and I feel truly alive in the church. Have fun this week, and think of me when you look at the mountains, because they were my favorite thing to look at when I lived in Provo, and I miss them greatly. Don't forget to watch that movie( "Testament"), I know you of all people will benefit from it's wonderful production (tissue is a must). I'll drop you another email if anything else happens, even though there is a good chance that you might not get them until you get back, but hey...at least you know somebody is thinking about you...right?
Much hugs to you,
-Cass"

Now I tell you, that is NOT a bad letter. I don't plan on writing him again this week, but I hope he sees that and a part of him thinks that I'm special and truly do care, which is the truth, but more importantly I want him to think of this WHILE he's with that girl he met online. *sigh, oh well, can't have your cake and eat it too I guess. We'll see! Cio'