major love

I'm 3.5 weeks into my life as an official accounting student and I have found so many things to love about it.

1. I get to spend hours every day reading (frequently accompanied by intermittent dozing) about real people things in my massive textbooks. I love being finished with GE's and being able to focus solely on a subject that I care about. It's exciting to learn more about auditing, principles of financial accounting, and information systems all the time.

2. I love that studying accounting almost ensures me a job right when I graduate and whenever I need one after that. Recruiters for accounting firms have a fondness for BYU graduates, and this being the case, they regularly hook us up with free stuff. To date, I have a computer mouse, three t-shirts, a miniature supply kit, a hoodie, a water bottle, and assorted pens and flyers.

{Note the "clever" slogan on this particular t-shirt, "Accountants are always in balance."}

3. I love that I have so many opportunities to go outside of my comfort zone and have new experiences. Thanks to another recruiting tactic, my classmates and I had the chance to learn how to change the tires of a race car (and how to improve our teamwork skills).



On my team, I took on the improvised role of "nut assistant," though Jordin happily picked up one of the power tools and went to town. It was a very cool day. It was also the day we got the free hoodies.

Another set of recruiters really know my soft spot. They put on a 5K for accounting students and their families last Saturday. I opted for the service hours, standing on the side of the race path in an orange vest, pointing the way (and reading my leisure book). The breakfast afterward was pretty tasty, though!

There are a few downsides to being an accounting student. Though BYU boasts a student population of approximately 30,000, I can't seem to get away from fellow accounting students. No matter where I am on campus, I always see someone else with the same textbooks and recruiting paraphernalia. I feel like we should have a secret greeting to recognize each other, like the Free Masons.

Yesterday was an especially suffocating day. Jordin and I reserved a series of study rooms in the library, and every single one we occupied waas either previously or subsequently inhabited by other accounting study groups. The guys we traded rooms with were always nice, but a little creepy. Social skills are not the norm for this particular group of academics. When Jordin and I took over a study room from one pair, one guy had his shoes off and socked feet up on the table, and made no motion to move from this position for a full minute after Jordin and I claimed the room for our time slot. As soon as we left the room 1.5 hours later, the same guy appeared from among the bookshelves closest to the room and went right back in, telling us that it smelled much better after we had been in it.

4. What I love the most is that just two years ago I was a freshman, learning how to study and be a college student. I have gone from wanting to be a piano major to a choral conducting major to a business student. I love seeing how I've been guided to this point. Now, I'm a junior in a fantastic program, with just 2-3 years left!

{Moving-in weekend, freshman year}

I love that I learning how to be a professional and that the work I'm doing right now means stability in the future and endless opportunities. And more free t-shirts.

{My business face. It needs a little work.}

unbalanced

Two funny stories and one conclusion about BYU campus.

1. The women's' bathrooms on the 4th and 5th floors of the library host deluxe bathroom setups. Each of them has a ladies lounge filled with cast-off library furniture from the 70's. I'm talking chaise lounges. Every time I step into the bathroom, I wonder how that day's female library patrons are using the room that so many mistake as a place designated solely for the carrying out of bodily obligations. BYU bathrooms change this perception. Last week, for example, I stepped into the 5th floor bathroom to find one woman napping on the chaise, another watching a tv show online, and another talking on the phone. On other occasions, I have witnessed patrons in full-blown study mode. Why use the tables in the library proper, inconveniently far away from a toilet when you can study within 10 feet of five different stalls?

2. On my way to campus on Saturday, I walked along lovely forest-side path. While enjoying the morning sunshine and trees, a coed of mine put the greenery to his own uses. Maybe the campus bathrooms are not as plush for men as they are for women, because he passed up use of public facilities altogether. Within close proximity of path-walkers and tennis players, this guy stepped off the path, walked three feet up the forested slope, turned his back to said path, and started peeing. In the open. Outside. Surrounded by other people. While I was leaving my friend a peppy birthday voice mail. I was sure to give him a funny look before walking on to my study group.

Conclusion: BYU students study where most people pee and pee where most people don't.

official

I'm in! I'm an official accounting student. I would like to tell you more about it right now, but after 4.5 hours of Auditing homework, I have another 8+ hours of Accounting Information Systems and case studies.

Also, Jordin is in, too! We are future business women!

mistaken identity

I don't think I'm a horrible roommate. I make the bed, I don't smell, and I have abundant accessories and clothes I am happy to share. Now that Charlotte is home for a couple weeks and we are back to sharing a room along with our queen-sized bed, I'm realizing that she clearly doesn't expect much when it comes to sharing close quarters with me.

Two nights ago, Moosey came up on our bed while we were sleeping and started sniffing and licking Charlotte's face. In drowsy irritation, Charlotte said, "Emily, stop it." Seriously? I may occasionally stray into her personal space, but really? It just goes to show that even the people who love you the most might sometime mistake you for an over-friendly canine in the middle of the night.

encounters of the em kind

AT WORK:
I work with a woman named Mo. (Short for Monette, which is pronounced "mo-nay") Some of the things she says make me laugh.

A) "My daughter-in-law is a beautiful singer. She wins karaoke contests all the time."
**I love that her second sentence apparently qualifies the first.**

B) Break room conversation--
Mo: What are you reading?
Me: The Gift of Asher Lev
Mo: The Gift of Actual Love?
**I quickly corrected her. I never want to be mistaken for someone who would read a
book called The Gift of Actual Love**

Also, Mo wore a wolf shirt last week. Seriously. A howling wolf in front of a majestic peak and full moon. All day, I kept wanting to ask her, "Are you aware of wolves?" I refrained. Who knows? Maybe her checkbook is "nothing but wolves." I wouldn't want to offend.

ON THE BUS:
Another woman I've met this summer is named Wanda. She rides my same bus route at the same times I do. Last month, I had the idea to start a summer series on my blog called "Commuter Profiles." I would interview one fellow bus patron each week share their stories with my lovely audience. Many times on the bus, I contemplate the lives of the other riders, and interviewing them would allow me to get a deeper look into them.

It didn't too long to realize that most bus riders consider their fellow commuters to be strangers, and therefore feel uncomfortable sharing personal information with them. I guess I'm the only one who feels the RTD bond with Wanda and co. I know from personal experience.

After about a week of harboring the idea of my Commuter Profiles series, I finally got up to courage to conduct my first interview. I selected Wanda because I had already introduced myself to her, and that day, the bus was nearly empty because we were nearing the end of the route.

It became evident right off that I made her uncomfortable. Hindsight tells me that I shouldn't have been so forward. Instead of saying, "Hi, Wanda! I write a blog, and am starting up a Commuter Profiles series. How would you like to be my first featured bus rider?" and pulling out a notebook and pen, I could have just started up a conversation, and taken mental notes. When I muster up courage for something, I sometimes end up with too much courage.

She let me ask some vague, impersonal questions, but I did not come away with the in-depth glimpse I was looking for. For example, when I asked her what sent her downtown everyday, she replied, "my job." I followed by asking what her job was. She replied, "finance." Poor Wanda. I think we were both glad when her stop arrived. Before she disembarked, however, I threw caution to the winds and said, "So I'm guessing a picture would be too personal?" She confirmed my assumption. Now, whenever I see her, it's like bumping into someone with whom I had a bad first date. It's awkward. But then it makes me laugh to myself.