I am so thankful that I know how to write and pull a paper out of my head quickly. We've always been told not to procrastinate and I know I shouldn't but sometimes it just works out. I absolutely cannot believe that Professor Stein gave me 110 points on a 100 point essay that I emailed to him the day after it was due! I've always been very panicky, but maybe I work best in a state of panic, either that or someone watching over me knew that I needed a confidence boost during finals week.


I am so happy I did well on my psych paper, but I am so stressed about my English class. I really want to do well on my career research paper because I've really put my heart into it, but a comment from a classmate that read my paper keeps nagging at me. She said, "I don't think that it was what the professor is looking for". What kind of crappy comment is that! Just because this girl wants to be a book editor, doesn't mean she can walk all over my paper. Uggghhh.... so much for constructive criticism!

I absolutely hate when teachers call their students lazy! I agree that sometimes we are and deserve to be called lazy. But, they have know idea what is going through our minds and what other things we have to deal with. I hate the teachers accuse their students of being lazy when they are toooo! Hypocrites! Most of the time I really enjoy my English class because I get really helpful feedback from professor Knudson and we have class discussions that actually enhance the class and make the work easier. However, one assignment has been eating at me for months (or maybe just a month). Instead of just grading our in-class midterm essays Dr. Knudson thought it would be a dandy idea if she didn't and returned them to us without being graded! What the heck is up with that? She also decided that we should each write an essay that grades, analyzes, and essentially picks apart our midterm essays! How freakin' ridiculous is that? Personally, I think that this assignment stems from her inner laziness! Maybe, she decided that she doesn't have to be productive any more just because she has a BA, 2 MAs, and a PhD! Well Excuse Me! It's not my fault she decided to get way too much education and become Pretty Heavily in Debt, instead of having a real life! I think that she didn't want to have to read our midterm essays and another essay on a different topic entirely and then grade them all; so, she decided that she would make us write an extra essay about our midterms. Its not like I don't have enough to do! I had a psychology paper due on Tuesday, finals are in like a week and a half, I have to write an essay for my philosophy class, i have to write for 1 page essays for my psych class, i had a math test on Wednesday, and the 2nd rough draft of our 11-15 page research papers (also in Knudson's class) is due tomorrow with the essay analyzing my midterm essay! uggghhh!

Do you know what two good things about fairy tales are ? A: Fairytale princesses never seem to need to go to college (except in Amanda Byne's version of Snow White, "Sydney White") and they never seem tired. I hate that in college even when you have time to sleep, its never good sleep. Even after finishing my psychology paper that I procrastinated for weeks I still couldn't get a good night's rest. I hated high school, but at least I didn't care enough about my work then that I was able to get some sleep! Does that even make sense? Of course it doesn't.....I hardly slept last night! I tossed and turned all night, then I woke up at 4am yelling "OK!" It was directed towards my mom because I thought I'd heard her say "Get UP!". Apparently it was just a dream, because it was only 4am and she was sound asleep! uggghh! I'm so tired!

Veering off of the fairytale path my posts usually take, I feel I need to make a stand. Watching the democratic process in action the last few months has been absolutely amazing. As a first time voter in this recent election I was proud to cast my votes for the things I truly believe in. As I filled in those bubbles, I was overwhelmed with feelings of gratitude, liberty, confidence, and hope. Growing up in a household with very opinionated and politically passionate parents
(wow-- that's a mouthful) who never missed an opportunity to vote, I've always felt proud to be an American and grateful that my parents cared enough about me to teach me the importance of being Patriotic and loving my ancestry. Unfortunately, since the election I have felt very sad that people who stood up for what they believe in are being targeted by those who claim we are taking away their civil rights.

I was ecstatic when proposition 8 was passed here in California. I felt like all the hard work we'd done had paid off and that I wouldn't have to worry as much about what my future children will be taught and our religious freedoms that seemed to be diminishing. I couldn't have been more wrong. I am so disappointed that too many of my fellow Californians and fellow Americans are not willing to accept the fact that the passage of prop 8 was the will of the people. Doesn't a popular vote count for anything in America anymore? I am sad that individuals who supported prop 8 (including Scott Eckern) were targets of discrimination for donating in causes that they feel morally inclined to donate to. I fear that our constitutional rights are hangging by an ever thinning thread. Targeting a man who has always worked hard at something he loves because he doesn't share your beliefs is completely unethical. I am so disappointed that in the greatest country in the world we still can not respect others beliefs.

I donated money to the YES Prop. 8 and I am proud to say that I feel good about what I did. I have LGBT friends and family members and I respect their oppinions, but I do not agree with their lifestyle choice. I feel badly for Eckern that he was singled out because few in his profession share our beliefs. To Eckern: there are many who stand by you in this difficult time and are grateful for what you have done for our community and country.

Realizing the Value of Realistic Fairy Tales

Sometimes I wonder if Fairy Tale Princesses have to deal with getting chapped lips when they have a cold or finding an awesome but reasonably priced birthday gift for their nephew. Maybe if we decided to bring our fairy tales down a notch to 'not completely perfect' we would still have something to dream for , but it would be more realistic and maybe even attainable. Maybe that's the problem. Our fairy tales aren't realistic enough; so, we always end up being disappointed. I've Finally Come To A Conclusion!

Fairy Tales were great as kids and still are, but sometimes we need to face reality and focus on achievable dreams. So what is an achievable fairy tale for me. You see, every one's classic fairy tale is/ was pretty much the same, so obviously they don't come true for all of us. We are all different and have different passions, hopes, and aspirations. Therefore, we all need our own realistic fairy tales.

So what is my realistic fairy tale?

*I hope to have my AA in Liberal Studies by the end of the 2009-20010 school year.

*I hope to get my BA in K-8 education whether that be at Utah State or Weber State or CSUS --(or where ever Heavenly Father says I should go in 2010) within 5 years.

* I hope that sometime within my college years or shortly thereafter I will to led toward going on a mission or marrying a temple worthy man (of course if it is Heaven;y Father's will for my life)

*After college I hope to start teaching, unless of course I am told to start my family (after my temple marriage).

There you have it! That is Kaylonnie Silver White's realistic Fairy Tale -- hopes, dreams, & aspirations mixed with the intent to do Heavenly Father's will for me and the knowledge that at this moment I may not know what is really good for my life in the next 10 years. I have come to the realization that trust, faith, and prayer are the keys to any realistic fairy tale, unlike the wishful thinking that came with my "classic fairy tale".

Sometimes I think that Fairy Tales are way to overrated and could never happen to me, but sometimes I pray with all my might, mind, and strength that fairy tales do come true. But what are Fairy Tales -- really? Are they prayers in our heart or just wishful thinking? I wish I could say, but I just don't know. Sometimes I'm glad for the opposition in all things and realize that with pain I wouldn't be able to recognize the good things in life. But all too often trials just suck (at least in the moment of the trial). Then the little voice in my head reminds me "Obviously Kaylonnie, that's why they're called trials. They try your patience (and any other quality you haven't fully developed."

This last year, I've learned that no matter how many times you pray that you'll wake up from the bad dream that your life seems to be, it will never happen. Fortunately Heavenly Father has a plan for all of our lives. He loves me more than I'll ever be able to comprehend and he knows that what's best for all of us is to learn to get through our challenges instead of running away from them.

But just once, I wish that life could be easy. I wish that just once I wouldn't have to work for a good grade or that my nieces wouldn't have to deal with the fact that their father died, or that I'll meet my Prince Charming and we'll be married for time and all eternity.

Fairy Tales

Growing up I always loved Fairy Tales.... especially Cinderella. I remember begging my Mom to read it to me every day for months. I always wished that I could have that perfect moment when I was swept off my feet and all my troubles were taken away, and then my life would be full--even perfect. But it's not uncommon, that is what every girl wants. Every girl wants to wake up one day and have the perfect fairy tale life they've always dreamed of. Don't they? Well I did and still do to some extent. Unfortunately, life is not always perfect and sometimes we have heartaches, disappointments, and dark moments in our lives. But I have learned that without those dark moments we would never be able to recognize the truly Cinderella - like moments that can occur in our lives.