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I'm at the point in my life where if I don't like something, instead of just talking about it, I've discovered I can do something about it. It's a crazy, bewildering thought for my little 18 year old mind to handle.

Here I am, the first day of seminary of the semester, stuck in a class where the teacher is saying my name wrong on purpose for thirty minutes to entertain the class. Believe me, I was not amused. I arrange to speak to the principal of the seminary when I got home over the telephone. I express my desire to leave the class and the reasons why. I even shed a tear or two. Or twenty. Who's counting?

Anyway, he asked me to hold out until the next week and if I still can't learn in that class then I can switch teachers. I missed part of last week because of UTA so today was my first day back. I was determined not to be swayed by the spirit so I could have my way about the situation.

Guess who won?

Not me, that's for sure. I'm sticking it out.