c'era una volta...

to the eighteen year old girls who come to byu just to get married--grow up! oh wait, you will. you may not realize right now while you're living in your cushy dorms that your parents are paying for and that get you an automatic more-than-anyone-should-eat-if-they-want-to-be-healthy meal plan, but there is more to being married than a pretty dress. obviously, i'm not married. and some would say waiting for a missionary is just as crazy. but i've known him for almost two years and dated him for almost half of that time. not nearly as ridiculous, especially when you consider that he really is my best friend--not in the cliche way. but going from strangers to engaged in under three weeks is just ridiculous. especially when you're 18 and still a baby. there's this thing called money. do you know how to make it? or spend it? there's school. will you finish? or did you honestly come here with no other purpose than to marry the first guy who told you you're beautif...

I was walking out of a class today when I overheard two girls behind me, also in my class. They were talking about the story of King Solomon and the baby and trying to decide who its real mother was by cutting it in half, etc, etc. Anyway, the one girl was telling the other that her brother was in a class in law school with a Jewish professor, and that there's a Jewish version of the King Solomon story. HELLO. The King Solomon story IS a Jewish version. It's in the Old Testament, where everyone followed the law and waited for the Messiah. So whether they were directly descended from Judah or not, they were Jewish. I don't understand how people don't realize these things. Honestly, saying there's a Jewish version of King Solomon ranks higher on the ignorance charts than not knowing that there's a difference between male and female circumcision. Both are well up there though. And a twenty minute discussion in my humanities of Islam class trying to explain the diff...