I should be doing homework but instead I’m choosing to update my blog. The reason I’m doing this is twofold: one, I have a bit of a headache and don’t want to hurt my head more by thinking, and two: Cassie read my last blog entry aloud to a couple members of our FHE family and made me feel really ridiculous.
So I’m updating.
I thought I’d recount the events of this last Wednesday when I went to the straw maze as part of a ward activity. When I first heard about the activity, I was adamant about not going—I don’t do scary. But when I heard that the maze was only haunted on the weekends, I decided what the heck, being social would be a good thing.
We met and separated into groups to carpool down to the maze. I tagged along with my only roommate who was going, Brianne, and her fiancé, Christopher. We got a ride with one of the counselors in the Bishopric and his wife. On the ride, the wife turned around and asked us our names. Brianne and Christopher introduced themselves and then the question came about how they were associated. They explained they were getting married, and a myriad of questions ensued: when’s the wedding? How did he propose? Can I see the ring? And so on until we arrived, completely skipping over my introduction.
Of course, I can’t blame her. I mean, nothing in my life can top getting married. “Hey, I just totally aced my test” doesn’t even come close to “I met the man who I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.”
When we arrived the night was nice and dark, with a perfect full moon. We paid, and Brianne, Christopher, and I went into the maze, trying to get ourselves as lost as we could. And after returning by accident to the beginning a few times, we did in fact loose ourselves. After walking around a bit, accompanied by Christopher’s ridiculous humor (“Hay, this is the final straw”), we decided it was time to find the exit.
We walked around a bit to no avail. Christopher and Brianne would stop every once in a while to share a smooch. When I pointed out how cliché this all was, with the full moon, and of course the tragic couple. Brianne and Christopher then kissed, this time in the light of the full moon, all passionately, commenting “I want you to know that I love you.” All they needed was a background orchestra of violins with a sad and dramatic melody and they would have been set.
Christopher went on about how we were in the wrong quadrant, that most mazes are built in quadrants and if we could get to the right quadrant, we could find our way out. However this didn’t work. Because you can’t use math to solve your problems, HA! In fact this may have made us even more lost than we were before.
Then we looked up, and like an angel in the moonlight, we saw Cassie snapping pictures from atop the straw.
She then proceeded to show us the way out, which Christopher wasn’t too keen on. I can picture Brianne and Christopher a few years from now—“Honey, pull over and ask for directions,” “No, I’m going to figure this out.”—But alas, with Cassie’s help, we found are way out and were surprised to discover that we were some of the last people out of the maze.
We took a few group pictures and doughnuts and lukewarm hot chocolate was served. I don’t like doughnuts. I know, a lot of people can’t fathom such a disliking.
I had a fun time and enjoyed hanging out with the people from the ward. I guess when people talk about how college is all about having fun (and getting an education, of course), this is what they mean. Oh yeah, and clichés do happen, and they start with scary mazes and full moons.
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