Now it's twenty-seven minutes

I have nothing to do for the next forty-nine minutes. I just typed a few sentences, then deleted them. I was about to leave since I didn't really have anything to say... but since I'm here... I mean, come on! Who's this blog for anyway? Exactly. I think I might be ashamed of this post later. But it's too late now. Not really, actually. I've been known to delete posts days after I've posted them. In retrospect, most things that I write seem horrible and embarrassing. Until I actually READ them again. Then I'm usually not so ashamed. I had a recent example of this. A few days ago I posted something. Then I worked myself up into such a frenzy of shame that I just nixed the whole thing. A few mouse clicks and poof. Bam. Zip. Zappo. Zilch. It was gone. The ol' anxiety levels simmered down and I breathed a (figurative) sigh of relief.

I should probably just give in and start one of those cute married blogs. But that's not really my style. At least, not right now. I think if I created one I would start trying to think of things for me and Kegan to do (apple picking, pole vaulting, canyon hiking)--just so I could post pictures and write charming captions. Maybe when we have six beautiful, bouncing, Danish-Japanese children. Yeah. I'll probably start a married blog then. Oh, the things we all have to look forward to.

Today I've decided to spotlight my English grammar professor (yes, I did pick that up from Relief Society. Just run with it), Dr. Chapman. Great guy. Great class. I can't say that that class is exciting... but for some reason I'm always in a stellar mood when I'm in there. Dr. Chapman is always getting distracted. There are generally two to three times during each class period when he says, "There was this one time--but, I won't tell it. It'll get us all off topic..." or "So, I knew this guy--but I won't say..." and then he always, ALWAYS proceeds to tell us. There's a great feeling of camaraderie in the class. People are always cracking jokes (I'm one of those people--you wouldn't believe how witty I can be in grammar class) and laughing. A real party. I would like to share a few quotes with you from Dr. Chapman, just so you can get a feel for his personality:

In talking about our recent midterm,
"That's how you get a higher score--if there's not a fog."

I don't even remember why he said this:
"I saw my uncle furloughed from jail last week--he asked for some pomade."

And in our discussion of adverbs versus adverbials:
"Very many adverbs started their lives as nouns."

Since I'm still hanging around, I would just like to mention that today in Spanish lit the whole class sang all the verses of "Bohemian Rhapsody," courtesy of Hermana Bonyata and Queen. She hinted that we all wanted to play the air guitar. We did--but no one had the guts to stand up and do a solo.