Tying up Some Loose Ends

     As I was skimming through a list of past posts on this blog, I noticed a couple drafts that definitely deserve finishing. 

March 10, 2011 - This one had no title and no text, just a single picture: 

I might have been confused, but I was just talking to Tim about this yesterday. I'm assuming freshman-Penny was going to talk about the joys of working in the BYU Cannon Center. I worked in the Euro just dishing up food and putting them out for people. It got pretty boring pretty quick. So, I put my artistic skills to work and made food art. That was actually pretty fun, but after about a week my boss told me to stop. The other girl that worked there was a Russian exchange student, so after my creativity was snuffed, she started teaching me Russian. That was fun and after 3 months, I could actually hold several basic conversations! Then, she went back to Russia and I quit. 

April 2, 2011 - This one had a little more to it:

                                                   "This week, I went"

I must have been really busy that day. No time for finishing sentences! Anyway, this is a picture from the last basketball home game when Jimmer broke the scoring record and BYU won. It was pretty awesome. Tim and I are thinking we'll get all-sports passes for the Fall because we should enjoy BYU sports while we're here. By the way, I'm a senior in college! Did everyone know that??

October 8, 2011 -  The Baton Chooses the Musician

This one only had the title and nothing else. Freshman-Penny was going to tell the interesting tale of buying a baton. Every music major is required to buy a conducting baton for the class (which I was a little disgruntled about because they are like $20) and so I went to the band office. The whole experience strongly reminded me of Ollivander's Wand Shop. I went to the basement of the HFAC and went up the tiny little staircase up to the office. The office is this tiny, dusty little room with tons of instrument parts and one desk. I told the old lady at the desk that I needed a baton. "Aaah yes. I'll fetch them." she said in a raspy voice. (okay maybe it wasn't raspy, but for the sake of the story...) She brought out a can with 30 different batons in it (each one unique) and told me to take my time and pick the one that best suited me. She showed me a few: short, long, big handles, small handles, fiberglass or plastic....I just kept expecting her to say "the baton chooses the musician, Ms. Potter."