Stress

This week has been so stressful as I get a handle on times I can do homework, still trying to socialize, figure out the next step in my life, and miss my little siblings and wonder how they're doing.

At BYU we actually have to read our textbooks... I started out reading them, but decided it makes no difference for me. Textbooks are so boring. As I read the words, Ben Stine's voice drones through my head. Seriously. And something that has always bothered me about professors is they give you a load of homework then say "I'm sorry, I know you guys have lives and at least 5 other classes to study for, but this is just necessary." Really? Is it really necessary that I have to line my pattern in-grain on my fabric? Is it really necessary to read about the Teachers Strike in Chicago for 5 days straight? To top it all off, I'm the worst girl dancer in my Ballroom class. My partner is always tripping over me and the professor and his TA always have to fix my form.

I've been getting better at socializing. I'm part of a dinner group in my ward where we each take turns making dinner for everybody on weekdays. I only have to cook once for the group every 3 weeks, but I still get fed! It's wonderful! The weekend, however, is a different story. I still have difficulty finding motivation making a meal for myself. I've been called to be a SHEGL (pronounced She-gull, meaning "sister home evening group leader) so I'm hoping this helps me get to know more people. I'm hosting a movie night tonight after talking to a guy about how he's never seen "How to Train Your Dragon" and it sounds like A LOT of people are coming. I'm excited!

As a Mormon coming up to the age of 21, there are questions I have to ask myself... Will I get married? Should I keep going to school? Should I go on a mission? I've been pondering the scriptures and praying like crazy for these kinds of answers.

My little brother started 8th grade last week, and I hope he's doing okay. I talked to my dad about him, but in all reality, my dad doesn't know what goes through my little brother's head. I need to talk to him myself, but when I think about calling it's usually during their dinner time or when my brother's at Mutual. My little sister has been burnt out from being a full-time student while still working 25-30 hours a week. I got to talk to her earlier this week, and suggested she work only 20 hours. I wish I could be there for my siblings. Life sounds really stressful for them. It kills me.