Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Finals Week: Episode 1

This week was finals week. The worst week of the year. That comes around twice a year.

Finals suck, but at BYU finals week is even worse because of all the relationship drama. Half the girls at BYU get married the Saturday after finals so they are all super stressed trying finish planning a wedding, and then the other half just started dating their boyfriend two weeks ago and have this monumental decision to make about if they should go home for the Summer or ditch their Summer plans and stay with the boy toy. It's a big deal. Love is in the air, and it is sickening.Yet captivating.

For example, I went to the library to do some studying yesterday and I was sitting at a four-person table by myself. The library was pretty crowded with students, so when a girl asked if she could sit at my table I said that was fine. Little did I know that she was engaged and her fiance was going to come in ten minutes to sit with her. This is fine, but then they couldn't get enough of each other. I was literally 12 inches away from them and they were cuddling and whispering and kissing each other. This is the sickening part.

Now let's get to the captivating part. The next day I was in a different part of the library. The place I was sitting was right next to a window that looked out to a high traffic area of Library. It is right by the entrance, and it is also the easiest place to access from the bottom floors that has cell phone reception, so a lot of people end up walking by, and pausing to talk with others/ on their phone there. I chose the seat I did because I could get one bar of reception from my seat, so I could text David. I didn't realize a soap opera was about to play out in front of me between a couple. This was the jackpot of people-watching scenarios. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could read their body language. I could pretend to do my homework and they wouldn't even notice me, but when the girl looked over towards me a few times I could lean back 6 inches and hide behind the piece of wood that separates the sections of the window.  Here is the setup.



As soon as I saw the couple, I dropped my studying and started watching them. I gave David a play-by-play of the drama through text. This is what I sent him.

Me: I am watching the drama unfold. There is a girl with super puffy red crying eyes and a boy rubbing her arm and trying to comfort her. How with this enthralling drama end? Did he make her cry? Or was it something else? And why are they not going somewhere more private? No girl wants the entire world to see her cry.

Me: Note, he has no wedding ring on. Neither does she.

Me: It has evolved into an animated discussion. He looks like he is getting frustrated.

Me: She started to walk away and he did that thing you do where you smile but you are super angry and you act like it is almost funny that I'm acting so ridiculous.

Me: They hugged and started to part ways, but she looked reluctant to leave him. He came back and rolled his eyes.

Me: This is like a movie drama.

Me: She faced me and kept looking at me so I had to stop watching. She went upstairs and he walded away on this floor. Who knows if they can get over this one. I hope you enjoyed this episode of "Trouble in BYU Paradise."

David: Hahahhaha ah man you need to put that on your blog.

Me: She just came back down the stairs and went the same direction he went earlier. For a sequel episode I could follow them and see the drama that ensues. That's a good idea. I'll do that. I seriously have not been able to study because I was watching them. Sorry for distracting you too.

David: Man, I want to know the story.

Me: On a whole different scale of drama that really annoying engaged couple who were kissing at my table yesterday just walked in. Stay tuned. 

Me: But not really because I can't see them anymore. 

David: Lol you should start a broadcast. 


Now I have no safe place to study anymore. There are too many distractions at home, like David and the internet, and there are too many distractions at school, like watching troubled couples.

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