a story from the swkt

It was a late night in the basement of the Spencer W. Kimball Tower, otherwise known as the SWKT. The sky had not been seen in over 8 hours and all students of Political Science 328 were on edge trying to get their assignment sent from Hades done. Keyboards were clicking away more than those Irish River Dances, formulas and equations were being yelled out randomly across the lab, and food was being snuck in like the place was a movie theater.

I was among them. Having finally completed a more difficult part of the assignment in which statistical equations were tediously entered into a Word document ps to the world: there's a reason it's a WORD document. words are supposed to go in it. not mumbo jumbo stats lingo. I moved on to start on the next part. That's when Microsoft Word decided to stop. I hadn't saved my work. I almost started crying.

But instead I said to myself, "Rachel, you are ok. You are not going to punch this computer because you are an adult and can control yourself. You are not going to cry because you. are. an. adult."

My corner of the room busted up in laughter. Apparently my pep talk hadn't been heard by only me.

Life points obtained through this experience: 3 ten piece chicken nugget meals



Other events from my life.

Super fun date to the Olympic Trials up in Park City.

#roadtosochi

While on said date we both consumed what is called the "Train Wreck." 

Yes it has a hamburger patty, friend chicken breast, onion rings, and bacon on it.

We got a nutella shake to go with it. Naturally.

^^^No worries. My date was man enough.^^^

^^^When you have to turn an assignment in before 8 am you sometimes wear this to campus.^^^

Yes this is my study partner.

Yes I am proud.

^^^My best friend slept over this weekend. It was a dream come true. For the boys in my ward.^^^

#winkyface

^^^And finally, who can resist such a cutie as this? One of the best nights this week.^^^

peace and toasted cinnamon raisin bagels

rrw