"We must allow her to be an excellent walker." Today I felt like Billy. Don't worry, I've parolled the borders of my world, and all seems to be okay--except for the man that was walking behind me as I went to school, shouting obscenities at some unseen person. He seemed to be in distress. I did not stop to see if I could help, however. After that I made a quick stop in at my New Testament class, then came back to the apartment and ate breakfast. Then I visited my Mother in Orem for a couple of minutes, leaving my home fully laden with glasses, wig, fur coats and drawers (no, not those kind of drawers). I walked in the door at my office, and everyone's face lit up. Sweet, huh? Nope. I was the person nominated to take the stinky gym bag full of sweaty disgusting-ness down to the trainers' office. They didn't want it either, but I refused to touch it any longer. Then I got to check classes for Schnootz. Before I left, the director of the Academic Office, E.J., caught me. "Are you going up to campus? I have some things I need you to take." Yeah, okay, no problem. I mentally calculated my route: I had 45 minutes to duck into the raquetball courts, climb the RB stairs, barrel through the Talmage Building, race around the JKHB, storm the Administration Building, clamber up to the top of the Maeser Building, make haste to the Snell Building (yeah, I know--??? It's accross from the Crabtree and the Wilk), and hustle back to the JSB for my 2 o' clock class. Did I make it? You betcha. Was I tired? You betcha. Did I hafta sit on the floor because no one leaves any aisle seats open? Yes. I did. But that's okay, because my duties were accomplished and I finally felt like a useful employee. After class, I set out on the bus for the bank. No worries guys! Now I have six dollars in my account!!! =P Then I walked home. All in all, it was an arduous but fulfilling afternoon! Phew!