I’m a Cougar, I’m a Ute. I’m Cute! or maybe a Utegar? Whatever. I have a bachelor’s degree from BYU and I’m working on my MBA from the U. I thought about a final windsprint to the finish line this semester so I could graduate in December. While in Cancun, sun tanning on the beach, I had a change of heart, an epiphany, if you will. Why kill myself for a faster degree? Such an effort would only have deleterious effects on my sociality, health and general spirit. Better to be more moderate and finish spring of next year. Better for me. Better for the world. I’ll be able to blog more, and heaven knows the world enjoys my blog. I’m a practically a megablogging superstar. There are literally dozens of people who visit my blog annually. I’m talking DOZENS here!
I was absent my first day of class (which was last Wednesday), because I was on an airplane back to the States. Speaking of States, did you know that the official name of Mexico is “The United States of Mexico” (actually “Los Estados Unidos de Mexicanos”). Mexicans are not only American (North American), they are also from a United States. “We’re all the same”, they seem to be saying, “Mr Bush tear down this wall.” I know, there’s no wall yet, though I understand we’re planning on building one. I’m guessing that the United States of Mexicans aren’t too thrilled about that. I’m betting we didn’t ask them.
I’ve talked before about my thoughts on the problems and ramifications of illegal immigration. But I have divagated, haven’t I? I was talking about going back to school and how my teacher sucks because instead of the first day of class being a fluff class where he reviews the syllabus, talks about his background and let students out early, he actually covered four hours of content. That’s lame. That also means I’m behind already. Gosh. I’m betting that it’s not helping my cause by blogging during class instead of listening. It’s my way of rebelling against the system. Take that teacher!