Awkward Provo Moment Number 1:
This year I am living in the Moon Apartments with three other girls. A couple of days ago I decided that the large amounts of crumbs on the kitchen counter and the ants crawling about the floor demanded some attention from the four human beings residing in said apartment. So I pulled out a bright orange Crayola and scribbled out a note: "Please clean up after your self. Thanks! ie: wipe down the counter. :)" I didn't really think this note through all the way before slapping it on the front of the fridge. I mean, I barely even know these people that I live with now and I am already bossing them around like I'm their mother. I explained the note to two of my roommates that night, but the third one I haven't seen a lot of, so she didn't get her explanation until today. So this morning before my classes I walk into the kitchen and she's making cookies. So I go "Hey I feel like I need to explain this note I put up on the fridge... So I am really not a Nazi roommate or anything. I am not super strict about being clean.... I just don't want to have to get stuck with one person cleaning the apartment all the time..." Luckily, she was totally cool about it. So really a crisis was averted. I briefly considered just leaving the note or taking it down and not saying anything, but I'm glad I just said something because she said that she and her friend had been wondering where the note came from...
APMN2:
Provo students are big fans of acronyms. There is an acronym for just about every building and this can get very confusing, especially for the freshmen. One day on campus, a girl approached me and Bree and asked us where the TLBD or some crazy mixing of letters was. Our blank stares did nothing to ease her awkwardness of having to ask. We did finally figure out that she was asking for the Talmage building, which is one of the few that does not have an acronym. The only other awkwardness was our hilarious attempt to explain where the building was. (Our directions included a lot of pointing and "Oh it's sandwiched between such and such and such and such....)
Awkward Provo Moment Number 3:
Last night was one of my friend's birthday so she called me up and was like "Hey let's go to this place called Barks..." In my head: The only thing that Barks calls to mind is root beer... what is she talking about?? So I ask her again and it still sounds like Barks so we just go over to her apartment. Have you ever had that awkward moment when you suddenly realize that you are seriously poorly under-dressed for the occasion? The girls there are wearing cute jeans, high heels, and fixing their meticulous hair and make-up when I finally show up in my grungy outfit I wore to school, pony tail, and Converse. Whoops. Luckily we are all pretty good friends so I was like "You know what? Dressing up sounds like fun. I am going back to my apartment and changing." Which was an awkward thing to say, but it would have definitely been far more awkward to stay in my current outfit. As it turns out, "Barks" was really a little place called Sparks, which is the Mormon version of a bar with non-alcoholic drinks. It was pretty hilarious and awesome. (And no, it wasn't a requirement to dress up- that was just part of the fun that my group was going for.) The drinks were things like Peach Martini so it was a peach soda with cream and a peach ring on a stirring stick with sugar (instead of salt in a real martini) sprinkled around the top edge of the martini glass. Classic Provo Mormons.
Awkward Provo Moment Number 4:
This moment will actually be spread over the course of the semester, to the great delight of our small number of readers. In Provo, there are quite a lot of RMs, many of whom have spent two years of their life speaking a language foreign to English. Which leads many of them to use this to their advantage. Knowing another language so proficiency allows them to have a foreign language minor or major and occasionally be given the opportunity to teach their language in a class room setting to undergraduates, even while they are still attending school. Which brings us to my point. I am taking Italian 101 this semester and my professor is one of these said RMs. And he is very attractive. And single. Or at least not currently married. And this is sometimes a problem. Especially when he asks questions in Italian and all you can do is stare blankly... Yeah this is going to be one heck of a semester.
APMN2:
Provo students are big fans of acronyms. There is an acronym for just about every building and this can get very confusing, especially for the freshmen. One day on campus, a girl approached me and Bree and asked us where the TLBD or some crazy mixing of letters was. Our blank stares did nothing to ease her awkwardness of having to ask. We did finally figure out that she was asking for the Talmage building, which is one of the few that does not have an acronym. The only other awkwardness was our hilarious attempt to explain where the building was. (Our directions included a lot of pointing and "Oh it's sandwiched between such and such and such and such....)
Awkward Provo Moment Number 3:
Last night was one of my friend's birthday so she called me up and was like "Hey let's go to this place called Barks..." In my head: The only thing that Barks calls to mind is root beer... what is she talking about?? So I ask her again and it still sounds like Barks so we just go over to her apartment. Have you ever had that awkward moment when you suddenly realize that you are seriously poorly under-dressed for the occasion? The girls there are wearing cute jeans, high heels, and fixing their meticulous hair and make-up when I finally show up in my grungy outfit I wore to school, pony tail, and Converse. Whoops. Luckily we are all pretty good friends so I was like "You know what? Dressing up sounds like fun. I am going back to my apartment and changing." Which was an awkward thing to say, but it would have definitely been far more awkward to stay in my current outfit. As it turns out, "Barks" was really a little place called Sparks, which is the Mormon version of a bar with non-alcoholic drinks. It was pretty hilarious and awesome. (And no, it wasn't a requirement to dress up- that was just part of the fun that my group was going for.) The drinks were things like Peach Martini so it was a peach soda with cream and a peach ring on a stirring stick with sugar (instead of salt in a real martini) sprinkled around the top edge of the martini glass. Classic Provo Mormons.
Awkward Provo Moment Number 4:
This moment will actually be spread over the course of the semester, to the great delight of our small number of readers. In Provo, there are quite a lot of RMs, many of whom have spent two years of their life speaking a language foreign to English. Which leads many of them to use this to their advantage. Knowing another language so proficiency allows them to have a foreign language minor or major and occasionally be given the opportunity to teach their language in a class room setting to undergraduates, even while they are still attending school. Which brings us to my point. I am taking Italian 101 this semester and my professor is one of these said RMs. And he is very attractive. And single. Or at least not currently married. And this is sometimes a problem. Especially when he asks questions in Italian and all you can do is stare blankly... Yeah this is going to be one heck of a semester.
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