I hope nobody minds that I am always posting about campus life. I guess I just find so many things unusual or funny that I can't help myself.
Yesterday as I was drying my hands in the bathroom for the umpteenth time (having been in the bathroom about 4 times that day, which by the way, what is that about anyway? Why do I have to go so much? My theory is that I hate to have any discomfort whatsoever in class and I want an empty bladder so I feel the need to go about 4 times while on campus between 9 and 3:30, is that too much? I don't really care to know the answer, but I just thought I would share. Okay that was a major detour. Oh, also, I have to find a place to put my monstrosity of a backpack and my laptop case while I am in there. Yes, I have whacked my head on the convenient shelves they put above the toilets while I was bending over to flush, OUCH!).......So, just a recap, I am drying my hands on my way out of the bathroom when a boy walks in. He looks right at me and keeps on moving. I figure he will take a better look around and be outta there, but no. He looks at all the girls (and the bathroom was pretty full) and still keeps on heading in. He moves towards one of the first stalls and then realizes he is in the wrong place. He says, "Whoooaaa!" and starts backing out. He looks right at me again and I am still watching him and he says "Oops, wrong one." To which I replied, "Dude, you just kept on coming." He bolted out before I did and kept trying to explain, at this point everyone in the hall knows what has happened. Dang, harsh day dude. I figure it took until he saw that there were no urinals to finally realize he was in the wrong facility. (I hate that word to describe the bathroom, but I am using in honor of my dear husband who says, "I need to use the facilities" on a regular basis. Love you honey, but I hate that phrase and you know it.)
So, just a little lesson boys: When it says Women, you can think WHOOOAAA-men, don't go there. Otherwise, an overaged, nontraditional student will write about you on her blog and I am sure you don't want that.
So I guess I can announce what Harold's calling is, now that he is official. He is the Ward Mission Leader. I am sure he will do a terrific job. I got called into the bishop's office myself on Sunday and since I am not official yet, here is your hint: Harold needed a companion. I figure that I already agreed to that calling about 13 years ago this month when I agreed to marry him. So, a companion I shall be.