Lunch With Ya Ya

When I came to BYU, I was filled to the brim with excitement and anxiousness for what prospective adventures the future held. The glass was definitely half full. And, better yet, I wasn't even thirsty!

I played volleyball every day and met new people. I went to class and purposefully sat away from any acquaintances so I could meet new people. Then I went to the cannon and met new people. Sunday came and I, yes, met new people. I just couldn't get enough of my methamphetamine that was people.

Needless to say I made a lot of friends and met a whole bunch of people who at least pretended to like me for a good hour or so. I met a wonderful young lady from Beijing, China, named Ya Ya. She plays the cello. I play the cello. So we had lunch. We met while signing up for our audition times for the Symphonic and Philharmonic Orchestras. Two superior orchestras. One cello. One man. One audition. One chance. (music grows to a climax, insert pictures of fiery destruction and action-packed car chases)

I failed. (Cut music)Miserably. I really just went in for the experience, but it was still pretty bad. Julie Bevan was exceedingly kind about it, though, and kindly let me know that the results would be posted by 2:00 pm the following afternoon. But then we both looked at each other like, "Don't really bother checking. Practice for a year, come back, and we'll think about it." But, my Mom has always said, "Think positively and the universe will bend to your will." I guess I haven't really refined my universe willing powers yet, 'cause she got me an eco-friendly printer, and I got NOT in the orchestras. Maybe it works differently for stuff you have to practice for...