But For Today, We'll Wander...and Enjoy?

I told a friend that I had turned over a new leaf here in Idaho. I am casting off all inhibitions; from here on in, I am a social freaking butterfly; no more will I allow myself to indulge in moments of awkwardness.

Even if that means putting in a little more time exploring campus to avoid it.

Monday was my first day of classes and, in my English class, I happened to overhear a fellow student mention that he had just gotten back from serving a mission in Colorado Springs, Colorado. On the way out of the classroom, I asked him if he had known an Elder Theo Gibb while he was serving; he had, and so we were able to strike up a conversation. We continued to walk down campus, maintaining a steady pace of conversation for quite some time, but eventually subjects and new topics were fast dwindling - I was pleased with my success thus far, but I was not about to let an awkward and sudden lack of dialogue ruin what had previously been a perfectly good exchange. Thinking quickly, I made an excuse to cut the conversation short before it had a chance to peter off uncomfortably: "Okay, well, I'm turning here, but it was nice to meet you; I'll see you on Wednesday." Problem solved, right?
Except that I wasn't actually supposed to turn there.
And this was my first day being on the campus.
Admittedly, the BYU-Idaho campus is not that big, but still, it is certainly big enough to merit a little study of a map before wandering off alone all willy-nilly. Eventually I found my way home again, but not without adding some extra time to my already laborious trek (note previous post).

The person I made after my math class on Thursday had a similar idea, only he, apparently, wasn't about to 'take one for the team', himself as I had been so willing to do. After talking for some minutes on the walk across campus, he decided he was done conversing with me. "Well, here you go," he said, dismissing me down a sidewalk perpendicular to the one he intended on traveling, "see you later". So I took the sidewalk he had indicated, realizing as I did so that this wasn't my turn either. And what had made him think he knew which way I was supposed to be going?
Oh well, at least I knew my way around by this time.
And it's all in the name of a good cause, right?

"Move out of your comfort zone. You can only grow if you are willing to feel awkward and uncomfortable when you try something new."

Speaking of awkward:
I am living in the same state that Napoleon Dynamite takes place in.
(To Courtney's, perhaps, special interest,) one of my FHE brothers is from the specific town where the movie was filmed; his friend was one of the kids on the back of the bus in the opening sequence.