Rach in real life

Right now, I am taking a break from writing a 10-page paper about classroom management philosophies so I can tell you about the time my handsome man and I almost got eaten by a goose. It all started when we went on a birding adventure at Utah Lake. We blazed trails through bushes and peered at squirrels and sticks through binoculars (or at least I did, finding birds in binoculars is not my talent), and even managed to sight a few birds. The sun was sinking low, and the mosquitoes were after our sweet, sweet legs. I’ve got the bites to prove it. The evening was nice and quiet, the sky was golden, and life was full of that late-afternoon energy that usually doesn’t manifest itself until the middle of summer. We came upon a big flock of coots and decided to scare them away, so we took off running and successfully scattered the crowd. In our frenzy we (I) decided that it would also be fun to chase after two geese standing casually next to a tire swing. I speedily approached the goose closest to me, and began to inwardly freak out as it began hissing at me. I continued to move forward, fueled by curiosity. The goose then charged after me, its neck out completely straight and parallel to the ground. It was screaming and so was I. I began to outwardly freak out. My man stood and watched as hilarity ensued. I was yelling and running, a look of sheer terror in my eyes. I outran the stupid bird, as visions of orange beaks sinking into my sweet, sweet legs terrorized me. I was ready to chuck my Birding field guide at it, but then I realized that I had escaped. Then my Handsome Man and I laughed our guts out. Yes, friends… I almost died.

The semester is over! It went by so fast, I can’t believe it. There has been so much happiness, so many good memories. I think that’s why time passed so quickly. I’m not really ready to turn the page on this part of life, but I know that between the surgeries, couch confinement, and time spent at home, there will be a blessed reunion or two to keep things spicy. I have so much to be grateful for, I decided. Life is rad because I am learning so much here at school. Life is rad because I have a family that loves me. Life is rad because I am getting surgery so I can be on my way to running, dancing, and playing once again. Life is rad because I’ve got my handsome man. These are good times.

[RACHEL]