Who's going to dance with me now?

With the end of the school semester here, I have taken some time to reflect on the fun times spent with friends who will soon be leaving Provo. Even though for some it will just be for the semester and others it will be for a year and a half I'm going to miss them terribly. I will for sure miss the thursday/tuesday nights spent with Natalie Dew at dirty dancing, making fun of the girls who are too hard core for their own good (Im not sure if I can muster up the courage to take the class without you), and then lunch on fridays at locations where the waitresses now remember our orders. I will miss forcing Jessie to participate in dance parties in our living room or pressing her buttons just because it is fun. And of course pretending to fight, because with Caroline it actually is fighting and then I get injured. And I will miss Whitney Englund who is leaving for a year and a half to go to Hong Kong. Because no one will dance with me like she does. As I said to her the other night while driving back from a quick trip at Smiths...who is going to dance with me in the car like you do? Because no one I know does this besides us.

Love you and miss you all already!

Of Course This Happened...

So I'm at work everything is the same as always except for the fact that it had snowed about 4 inches. And when it snows men come and shovel the walk ways around the center in case of an emergency. Around 11:30 I hear there arrival. I also hear girls talking about them and I start to notice that they are checking them out through their windows, when all of a sudden two girls run down the hallway and inform me that they just saw them smoking pot. As I go into their room to look out the window at the three shovelers I could only think of one responsible thing to do, confront them. First thought that came to my head "well this is the only thing I could do at this hour, and I must show a positive example", second thought "this is going to be embarrassing". So with pride I walked to the door and with the air of confrontation (not really because I'm Katie Cullen and I don't possess that attribute) I say, "Hey so some of our patients saw you smoking and you can't do that here." Then one of them replies "Oh, sorry we wont do it again". And then I didn't know what to say so I just turned around an went back inside. Embarrassing...check. Worth it..totally, it had to be done.