Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Cough, Cough

I went to Education Week last week at BYU-Idaho in Rexburg (I'm 41 years-old and I've never been to Rexburg before, ha), and I came home with a bad chest cold. Maybe it's pneumonia. Hack. Cough. Gag.

I went with my fifteen-year-old son, his sixteen-year-old friend, and the friend's mother. So, two moms and two boys. We stayed in the dorms together. I haven't slept on the top bunk in ... well EVER! Maybe once I slept on a top bunk at girls' camp... but I think even then it was a lower bunk. Holy Hannah. Climbing up and coming down that sucker, I think my life flashed before my eyes.

The classes were great and the company was fun. There were youth classes the boys could have attended, but no... they went to classes about Hebrew words and how to study Isaiah. A couple of brainiac scriptorians.

Me? I went to classes on how to raise teenagers. Ha. (Yah, I went to other classes as well.) 

I took my book club book with me to read in my free time. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. It was a white and black experience going from classes about Jesus Christ to reading a book with so much sadistic behavior in it. I had to skip many passages in the book, because it was too awful, too cruel.

I would not recommend that book to anyone. The violence against women was horrifying. A friend told me the book was originally called, Men who Hate Women. Well, if that had been the title, I would never have even picked up the book in the first place. Bummer.

Anyhow, enough soapbox. I'm going to go cough and write today. I may need to disinfect my keyboard afterward.

Have a great day!

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