Chapter Three: 下个学期打算出去中国。

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I have become that inconsistent blog author.
You always think that you are going to be different...
How disappointing.

So it is the end of my fourth semester here at BYU-Idaho. It's been great, but I can honestly say I would be totally okay if I never came back. Unfortunately, I am probably going to be here another semester. Anyway, it's finals week and I am blogging instead of doing my homework. This doesn't sound like me? Read chapter two for the full diagnosis.

But I'm not sacrificing my grades to blog about sacrificing my grades...
I have some monumental news!

Let's get down to business (To defeat the Huns).
Speaking of Huns, Jessica Davis--that's me--has been offered a teaching gig in Linyi, Shandong China.
I'll be teaching English at Linyi Normal University for the Fall 2010 semester.
I leave August 16th, and return sometime in December.
I'll be hitting up Hong Kong and Beijing before I head over to Shandong.
Pretty exciting, eh?

So that's basically the true reason I started these blogging shenanigans. That way, I can keep everyone updated on my trip and so my mom knows I haven't been kidnapped and/or sold into the prostitution black market.
I wonder if they would still let me blog?

Anyway, I figured that someone out there might be interested in seeing my school, the program I am going with, or even where Linyi is located. So here are some links that will satisfy the desires of your heart. Click life away.

http://www.lytu.edu.cn/xyfj/

Chapter Two: Ramona The Pest

I have been anxiously awaiting until I could blog again without looking too overly eager.
Yes, I am new to this.
So what if I get a little excited that I have a few followers? It's not like anyone's counting...right?

Okay. Back to me.
I have had some troubling thoughts the last few days. Some of which have kept me up all night, and some have even had the audacity to haunt my days.

Let me expose you to my worries:

1. Do I like the smell of "Rain" or is it really just the wet cement aroma?
I was walking on campus, and the sprinklers were on...and oh, did it smell amazing! It left me wishing I had a dried-popsicle-juice-mustache and an adult trike bike to ride.
But what is it?! Is it the cement? I feel like I've been lied to about being adopted. I just need to know the truth...

I'll keep you posted on my findings.

2.I truly and wholehearted hate my Religion teacher.
Now, now, I understand that is a strong word, and if my Grandma Davis were reading this I know she'd drop to her knees immediately and beg for my soul to be saved from the evil that has possessed my heart.
But, let's be honest. I'm no Enid Davis.

This guy is the most self-righteous man in the world. I'm positive of that fact. He just shares stories all period how he has done things to touch peoples lives and how amazing we should think he is, even though he keeps us five minutes late. every. single. time.
Not to mention his hair cut is ATROCIOUS!

I lost all my "points" for the day (including my quiz score) because I got up and used the bathroom during group sharing time.
What's wrong with this picture? I forgot to raise my hand and ask.
Yes, folks. I'm paying to get treated like an imbecile.

No matter! I'll keep my treacherous thoughts to myself (and post them on my blog) while I smile and think of the ways I could make his life hell.

(Sorry for the swear. I'll put a dollar in the swear jar, I swear. Swear.)

3. And finally the third most troubling concept I've been contemplating is how one week my habits will be entirely different from my habits of another.
Schizophrenia? I am beginning to wonder.

Let's have a pretend session for a minute.
Close your eyes. (Are they closed?)
You see me. (Naturally, of course)
My daily planner marked to the minute, fully prepared to take on the day.
I keep my mind on being more Christlike and kind.
I go throughout my day feeling rewarded and grateful.
My room is pristine.
My hair is brushed.

One week Later...

Close your eyes.
You see me.
I have made a trail in my room to get to the door and my closet through the clothes, shoes, papers, and purses.
I wake up ten minutes before school and rush out the door.
I'm lucky if I got a comb through my Ramona The Pest tresses.
Have I done my homework? I may or may not have.
My life is chaos.

Open your eyes.
Terrifying...
There is no stopping it.
There is no cure.
I am forever doomed to live the life of...(climatic pause)
Jessi Davis: Schizo-Ramona-Religion-teacher-hater.

Mercy.

Chapter One: The Girl Who Lived

Dear Reader:

I see you have stumbled upon my blog...
Why, yes! It is new. Thank you for noticing.
It was relatively cheap in the "Time Consuming" market.
(An appreciative "Thank You" to MySpace for supplying the necessary HTML experience).

Now, back to me.
I just wanted to start this entire "Blogging" habit with a disclaimer. And it is thus:
This may or may not be enjoyable to read. Digest at your own risk.

So, now that we have those silly legal formalities out of our hair, let us get to know one another...

1. Jessica Krisitne Davis
2. Avid word collector
3. Omnivore-Leo
5. Sock and #4 hater. (The Chinese can let you in on that cultural treat)

That's about all you need to know for now. Throughout the rest of this Nonfiction novellea, you will begin to make your own connections and judgements. Why should I spoil the adventure?