
So volleyball season hasn’t even started, and yet...I’m ready for it to be over. We started training about a year, I mean a month ago and it’s gone by painfully slow. It’s just that sitting through 3 hour meetings, and going to 4-5 hour practices sometimes twice a day kind of gets old. So in order to stay sane I’ve been trying to stay positive. So like the primary song suggests, I’ve decided to count my blessings; During the season......
-the parents are in the Beehive state almost every weekend (that’s my #1)
-I don’t feel guilty about eating Cafe Rio twice a day....that’s pretty sweet
-I can say things like "Digger please!", and get away with it
-I can wear sweats to class and not feel too nasty
-when I miss class I get to make it up whether the professor likes it or not (suckers)
-and my education is paid for.....
Ok so maybe things aren’t THAT horrible.........wow that song really does work....the church is totally true everyone.
-the parents are in the Beehive state almost every weekend (that’s my #1)
-I don’t feel guilty about eating Cafe Rio twice a day....that’s pretty sweet
-I can say things like "Digger please!", and get away with it
-I can wear sweats to class and not feel too nasty
-when I miss class I get to make it up whether the professor likes it or not (suckers)
-and my education is paid for.....
Ok so maybe things aren’t THAT horrible.........wow that song really does work....the church is totally true everyone.