So, it has been brought to my attention that I am a horrible person. As you may or may not have noticed, I have been slightly judgmental of my roommates, without really knowing them. Last night I became aware of the home life conditions of one of my roommates and I immediately felt guilty for ever saying anything that might have been even the slightest bit disparaging, because I did not understand her situation at all. (She definitely had enough reason to be in a bad mood this week.) So I apologize for that.
Also, I realized that my roommates have a closer relationship with each other than they do with me. That might be because I go to bed before them and am usually out of the apartment before they wake up, but it is probably also largely due to the fact that I am socially inept. I don't know what kind of questions to ask people in conversation, I usually just assume that they will say whatever they want to tell me and there really doesn't need to be much feedback from my side besides acknowledging that I understood what they told me. They could go more in depth if they wanted to. But I realize that that is a bad social habit. Conversing with people and actually building meaningful relationships with them is something I am going to have to work on continually here at BYU.
On a happier note, despite yesterday's fiasco (my Thursday schedule is so that I have to stay on campus all day [9 o'clock class, 1:30 class, 6 o'clock lab] but my TA didn't show up for the lab yesterday so I stayed on campus for an extra three hours for no reason at all) this week overall has gone well. Last night my apartment was invited over for homemade pizza at a boy-who Marley's knows-'s apartment and that was fun, even though I didn't say much. For some reason, when I am in groups of more than, say, three or four people, I shut down- especially my voice and my brain. The boys seem pretty nice- the boy who actually lived there has some kind of disease so that his body is small and doesn't work quite right, but he's funny and upbeat and he makes good pizza. The other boys were friends of his, one cute in the handsome sense of the word and the other cute in the dorky sense of the word. We ended up setting off the fire alarm somehow (after the boys decided to make "trailer park pizza" when all the real pizza was gone) but it wasn't a big deal.
Also last night, I texted Michael (the guy with the eyes imitator) asking if he had had a lab and he offered to go over the material with me since my TA didn't show up. So this morning we met and talked and he's nice and he knows the Hatches really well- Michael's dad and Bishop Hatch were companions on their missions. It could be the start of a friendship. Who knows?
The last thing I wanted to address from the week is Stephen. (Stephen McNary from the singles ward in Las Cruces who played racquetball with me and Nikki.) On Monday, he asked me to lunch on Tuesday and on Tuesday he made it a daily thing (except for Thursdays, we were supposed to have dinner, but then he had to change his schedule so I think Thursdays are out). It's nothing fancy. We both just bring a sack lunch and sit on the grass in front of the HFAC. But, he also invited me to his apartment's group date on Saturday- each of his roommates (he has 5 of them, in the same amount of space my roommates and I have) are inviting someone to come watch Mulan at their place. It should be fun.
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