What a week.

My students were a wreck this week. Not just a fender bender, but a full blown 15 car pile up. Right up through the drop deadline, which was today. I had one in tears, one that fought me daily because she was not a good fit for the program, and one who has insisted (for over a week now) that I call him by his nick name. Mind you, his nickname isn't something normal like "Matt" for "Matthew" or something of that nature. It's Disney Bear.I got another voicemail asking about some documents, with a plea to call him by his "friendly nick name". I. Think. Not. Drama aside, I really enjoy my job. Not only do I get to change lives and fulfill dreams on a daily basis, but I get to work with some of the greatest and funniest people.

School is driving me insane. I've had it with the mundane courses, I'm kicking myself for every silly credit I complete. Like most other idiots at 18, I partied too much. I've always been a person who values experience for the mere thrill of it, and was entirely unable to balance fun and work back in the day. I have lived a lot of life due to this trait, and have had a lot of really great experiences. At the same time, it's taking me twice the time it should to complete my program because I'm making up for lost time. Oh well. At least when I graduate I will be an experienced graduate, right?

On a lighter note, I'm pretty sure I have a brand new, completely unattainable british love. I'm probably behind the curve on this one, but my little celebrity (sort of) loving heart belongs to Mumford and Sons. Good night! Those boys can come to Salt Lake any day, and I would drop everything. I'm not normally one who goes weak in the knees for musicians, movie stars, sports stars and the like. They all seem like overpaid diva buffoons. But every now and then a girl can love some eye candy. And I love me some Marcus Mumford. I'll leave you with Winter Winds-Mumford and Sons.