Expectation

Brad is a great friend. He went to the ER with me

My cupcakes never disappoint

Back in August, I met a boy at the State Drama Competition from Lone Peak High School. I won't drop names, but Karl and I had a great conversation about the idea of Expectations. He argued that if no one had any expectation of anything, then everyone would be happier because nothing would disappoint. I explained to him that because there is disappointment, we can experience joy; besides, it is near impossible to experience no expectations because hope exists. I have only seen the boy once since, and now Karl is serving an LDS mission in Germany. No, he did not invite me to his farewell; I had no expectation of being invited anyway.
I have had many expectations of what I thought college would be like. I did not think Logan would be as freezing as it is. I didn't foresee having the amazing friends that I have. I did not expect that three months in, I would still be unemployed due to my commitment to family during Christmas. I did not expect that I would get a major haircut and like it. Most of all, I didn't expect all the treats I made would turn out as stellar as they did.
In high school, in order to teach students something really important, most teachers would turn on Bill Nye The Science Guy or a funny Coke commercial. Honestly, my favorite part of college is the TED talks that we watch. I love TED talks. One of the most influential talks can be found here; it is on stress and anxiety. I highly recommend it. It has recently become a dream of mine to present a TED talk. What would I speak on? No clue, but it would be fantastic.

A new haircut

My mom's pizza is perfection

On Friday, I visited Olivia for her birthday and we ordered pizza. The coolest part about ordering in Domino's pizza on an iPhone, is it will tell you what is happening to your pizza and who is doing it. Jeannette put the pizza in the oven and James was coming to deliver it. We expected James to be a young, fine looking man; a top specimen of a human being. As part of the delivery directions, James was supposed to tell me my haircut looked great. Olivia filmed as I answered the door to 50-year-old James. I discussed tip and took the pizza and waited for James to tell me my haircut was beautiful. Instead, he asked if I had an accent because I spoke differently. In a panic, I told him, "My parents are deaf so I talk weird." With fear in his eyes, speaking slowly, hoping I could comprehend what he was saying, James said, "Oh. . . you're doing just fine." He walked away. Not at all the experience I expected.
Maybe Karl was right.