Today I bought ice cream at Sugar and Spice (in the good old Cougar-Eat), and the girl who was serving me asked, "So, have you had a spiritual day today?"
I wondered what she meant, and I said, "I guess, but I'm going to take a statistics exam after this, and I thought I'd pump myself up with ice cream."
"Oh," she said, "I thought you were an EFY kid."
"Do I look young enough to be an EFY kid?!" I asked, incredulous.
"No, well, but, you looked dressed up."
I peered at her as I stood there in plain white shirt and capri jeans.
"Good luck on your statistics test!"
Thanks, girl. All of a sudden I've gotten a slew of comments that I look 16-18 years old. What is up? When I was younger, I always got 1-2 years OLDER than I really was. But now . . . what is it? My hair? My youthful face? My lack of a mature air? What is it?! I don't know, and I am all confused inside. It doesn't matter much, but I truly want to know why I look so young.
Anywho, on a happier and more exciting note, I got a 98.6% on my statistics test. ROCK ON!!! The professor and the TA's all said the test would be harder than the last one (which I got a 91% on), but I took this test with peace and happiness in my heart and got a 98.6%. Eat that, pre-meds! Eat that, smart boy in my lab! Eat that all you disbelievers of my ability to do statistics!
Just kidding. I am very grateful for all of the heavenly help I received when studying and taking the test. Without the Lord's help, I could NEVER do as well as I do in statistics. Or physics. Or humanities. Come to think of it, my whole scholastic career has been helped and guided by my loving Heavenly Father. It humbles me to think of how little I know and how much He knows. He blesses me every day with a small part of His knowledge, and I will forever be grateful for that.
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You're too good, Hay. Way to recognize where everything good comes from. That's why you are continually blessed. And you freakin' rock! Hooray on such a happy stats score! (Though it must be said that I never doubted your mental prowess or ability when it came to any of the seemingly impossible courses you have taken!)
As for the age thing, I'm stumped. I've often wondered what will happen when I reach my late 20s...will people think I'm older, as has been my lot in life, or will they pin some little number like 21 on me? I don't think I ever want to look 21 again. Ya know? I looked 21 for about four years there...between ages 15-18...and I'm quite sure I've had my fill. Oh well. You're just so free in spirit and full of life, people are just jealous. You are mature and beautiful, so don't worry about those psycho jealous people. :)
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