Thoughts from BYU

I sped walked to make the 3:00 shuttle after class. Not because I thought I wouldn't make it but because I didn't want to be one of the last people on the bus. Then I would have to stand. And I don't like standing on the shuttle. It's hard for me to reach the over head bar since I'm so short. When I was walking there, I let a car drive in front of me. I thought maybe if I let the car go and if I did a good deed, then I'd make it to the shuttle in time. But what if I didn't make it in time to sit? That's just the way life happens sometimes. We're supposed to serve without any expectations for ourselves.
I made it to the shuttle in time, but I didn't give up my seat for the girl with lots of groceries. I wasn't expected to, but maybe I should have done so to be kind. Instead another guy let her place them by his feet. That's the way life is supposed to work.

I meet people every day at BYU. I ask them the same seven questions...What is your name? Where are you from? What are you studying? Where do you live? Did you serve a mission? Do you know this person or that person? What is your name again?
Maybe I should think of some more creative questions. But then people think you are weird if you don't ask the typical ones. Unless I come off confident. So maybe the issue here is self-confidence. That always seems to be the problem doesn't it?