waive to your mailman/woman or gender neutral name: posty

Ah! It has been how long? I haven't blogged since last year! How scandalous! I decided since today is the last day of January I might as well put something down so that I can have a post per month. I'm sorry to say I don't have any funny comments to tell you about life, so I think I will give you an update.

Also I decided I'm going to start blogging in the way textbooks should be written- I'll bold the important facts to facilitate easy and fast reading...

I have been back at school 4 weeks. This semester is, and will continue to be, much better than last semester. I finally got around to changing my major officially to Latin American Studies with a minor in International Development. (all though I am taking one geography class just for curiosity's sake). My favorite classes are Humanities of Latin America (I get to read some great Literature like Octavio Paz), and Introduction to Film (I watch movies and get to talk about them). Intro to film is probably the second best class at byu, second only to Bowling.

And now for an entertaining story:

When walking to school with my roommate this random guy joined in our conversation. (I was making fun of people who drive around parking lots to get the closest space instead of just taking the 4th row and walking- which is faster). He was funny, and the conversation lead to a story which I will paraphrase from his point of view: One time I saw a guy who just barely missed the mailman. I waved to the mailman to get his attention. The mailman had the most depressed expression on his face as if "today, like every other day, is the worst day of my life." But when he saw me waiving he turned to me and his face just lit up. He was so happy to have someone waiving at him. Then I felt really bad because he noticed that I was also pointing to the man who was chasing after him, and his face fell back into the the "depressed, worst day of my life" expression.

So what I learned from this conversation is that you should waive to your mailman, mailwoman, or just to use a gender neutral word, your posty. That way when people need to get the posty's attention he/she won't have all his/her happiness shattered. (And apparently it is the little gestures in life that make the big difference).