<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:15:37.808-08:00</updated><category term='worry'/><category term='teeth'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='SPAC'/><category term='cold'/><category term='wonder'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Ammon'/><category term='contemporary'/><category term='mouth'/><category term='dance'/><category term='Gabe Lee'/><category term='update'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Katy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-8314257498107731682</id><published>2012-02-16T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T17:15:37.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming performances</title><content type='html'>Here is a list of my upcoming performances for you all! I would love to see you at one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festival of Nations (All of the Folk Dance teams):&lt;br /&gt;March 10, 2012 @7 in the Wilk, about $3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior Projects (Contemporary and a Hula):&lt;br /&gt;March&amp;nbsp; 23-24, 2012 @7 in the RB theatre, about $6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPAC Showcase (Folk Dance team -Our whole team):&lt;br /&gt;April 4, 2012 @7 in the Wilk, about $3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can find one of them to come to! If you have any questions, let me know! I will put up information as time gets closer, BUT start planing now so you can come okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-8314257498107731682?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/8314257498107731682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=8314257498107731682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8314257498107731682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8314257498107731682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2012/02/upcoming-performances.html' title='Upcoming performances'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-2485211715307611123</id><published>2012-02-13T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:06:35.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating or not dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sds-list"&gt;TO DATE:&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a. &lt;/b&gt; An engagement to go out socially with another person, often out of romantic interest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;b. &lt;/b&gt; One's companion on such an outing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sds-list"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sds-list"&gt;Dating. Why does it have to be so complicated? Why can't people just date without questions? Without hesitation? My mother asked me these questions. I now ask the same questions. Why can't the questions come afterwards?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sds-list"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sds-list"&gt;Schooling to me is a great relationship. I am pretty happy with it right now. I love the relationship I am in. School and I get along with each other very very well. That is something I can live with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sds-list"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sds-list"&gt;I would love to date someone right now but I am done looking for it. Done. I can wait for things to fall into place. However, I do go on dates every now and then. I have been making steps to date, but whatever happens in the end of the whole dating scene will end up with me married... eventually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sds-list"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sds-list"&gt;So in conclusion...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sds-list"&gt;To dating -stop being complicated already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-2485211715307611123?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2485211715307611123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=2485211715307611123&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2485211715307611123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2485211715307611123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2012/02/dating-or-not-dating.html' title='Dating or not dating'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-9041790379895524568</id><published>2012-01-28T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T12:10:52.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy times are here again</title><content type='html'>I went on a date last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an absolute blast. We went to JCW's for dinner, went rock climbing at the Quarry, then watched the movie Rio. Good food, good activities, and good company all come together for a good Friday night. I found out a few things about myself on this date as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikibeFfrnKc/TyWnep_OkmI/AAAAAAAABIE/eB0D1QEbWsE/s1600/The+Quarry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikibeFfrnKc/TyWnep_OkmI/AAAAAAAABIE/eB0D1QEbWsE/s400/The+Quarry.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it is as scary as it looks. The Quarry in Provo.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the Hawaiian Hamburger at JCW's. So good! Who would have thought to put grilled pineapple rings and grilled ham on a hamburger? Well, whoever it was is good in my book. I know it is a little weird that I got it in the first place but it sounded good. I didn't know what was going to be on it but I was hungry and when I bit into it, it was nice to have a sweet and juicy flavor with the zesty and hearty flavor of the ham and hamburger. I definitely recommend it if you ever go eat there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am horrible rock climber. Ask my date Craig Call. He would say other wise to be nice (that being his personality), but I know that I am horrible because I got so tired extremely fast. I got a little over half way up the wall (not too shabby right?) on every course we did. I would have kept going on the last course we took but my size kind of lacks in the big department lending to the hindering of continuing on. Craig is very tall. He has both long arms and legs making any course a piece of cake in reality. For me being small in the department of arm and leg length could not get any higher on the last course. I would have kept going but I didn't trust myself to leap to the next hand hold since it was only my first time rock climbing ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am happy. I am actually truly happy for more than one day at a time now. It has been a while since I have felt that. I got that comment from both Craig and a long lost friend of mine that my date and I ran into -Sydney Bowen. Man it has been son long since I had seen her let alone talked to her. We got talking about what we were both up to with school and I found out that she is now at UVU and is involved in their Culinary Arts program. I have seen a lot of pictures of cupcakes that she has made and can see why she would fit into the Culinary Arts program. She is fantastic at them. I would love to try some of them. I would like to go and visit her sometime soon. Catch up. Even though we live completely different lives and live different life styles from the other, I still think about her a lot. She asked me about my life and said that she had looked through my pictures on Facebook just recently. The comment that she made about them was that I looked completely happy. Which when she said that, it dawned on me. Yes, I am very happy. Life is going well. Things are falling in place. I feel close to the Lord, secure in my job, loving my school work as well as being on top of my homework, and am going in the right field of study. I am actually truly happy. Craig made the same comment a number of times on the date. He kept saying, "You look so happy, which makes me happy."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Isn't&amp;nbsp; it weird how one date can teach you so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sabbath everyone! Hope this post finds you as happy as I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-9041790379895524568?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/9041790379895524568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=9041790379895524568&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/9041790379895524568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/9041790379895524568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-times-are-here-again.html' title='Happy times are here again'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ikibeFfrnKc/TyWnep_OkmI/AAAAAAAABIE/eB0D1QEbWsE/s72-c/The+Quarry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-2858731247131991334</id><published>2012-01-21T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T18:11:09.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings and School</title><content type='html'>Today I went dress shopping with my two friends Katelyn and Michelle. Katelyn is getting married on May 26, 2012 and Michelle and I are her bridesmaids so we went with her to look at dresses today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to three places today; Alysse's Bridal, David's Bridal, and Sweetheart Bridal. She didn't really find anything at David's Bridal and I figured she wouldn't. She found two dresses at Alysse's Bridal and two at Sweetheart Bridal. She actually looked in the mirror for one of the dresses from Sweetheart Bridal and flat out said, "Wow. Wow, I look great."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she will get that dress or the last one she tried on at Alysse's Bridal. Both of them have a rouged bodice with lace and beading that fit her in a modified mermaid styled (meaning it doesn't go as low, only to about mid-upper thigh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked so happy in those dresses. I wish I could find a picture of them to put on here but I cannot find any of them. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it has been a great weekend so far. Last night I was with them as well and we watched a movie and snacked on a butt load of random food that we had. We also looked at wedding stuff. I am excited to be able to help her with her wedding. I love Katelyn and Michelle! I am happy that I have made such good friends this year. I needed this a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, SPAC is going so great! I am in a lift part for Hopak as well as doing a little turning trio. I am excited! It is going to be such a great number. We got our semester and tour assignments yesterday and I am very pleased to say that I get a taste of what I want to do for the rest of my life this semester... I am the trainer for SPAC! My friend Lauren Spurgen and I both got the honor of being the trainers for SPAC this year; meaning we get to hand out ice, rub out tight calves, give them medicine, and do the taping jobs if anyone needs any of that stuff. I am so happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is going well. I am on top of things and finding out that I have a lot more free time to do what ever I please as I stay on track with my classes. I am ahead in my New Testament class, on track for STATS, and all I need to do is get tickets for two dance shows for my dance classes. I taught my first choreographed Ukrainian dance yesterday and it went really well. I got a lot of pointers. The cool thing too is that I noticed the same things that she did as we filmed it and actually saw it being done. I am enjoying my semester a lot so far. I am not as stressed as I was and I am finally feeling happy, truly happy for more than one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need to do is find a good place to live for next year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-2858731247131991334?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2858731247131991334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=2858731247131991334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2858731247131991334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2858731247131991334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2012/01/weddings-and-school.html' title='Weddings and School'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-5614149064193089628</id><published>2012-01-13T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:09:55.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyance and Excitement.</title><content type='html'>I don't think that my Achilles Tendon is very happy with me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ever since I performed up in Kingsburry Hall at the beginning of November it has been killing me. I have had it taken care of so many times it is ridiculous. I am so annoyed that I am always in so much pain. It just bugs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently taped up and I have an appointment to go back in to the trainer on Tuesday and Wednesday and Friday of next week. Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, SPAC has almost finished Hopak! We are so close to being done. I love it so much. We started our clogging number today as well. It has some hip-hop in it. I must say, I have swagger! Who would have known? Mark April 4th on your calenders alright? That is my show! And as far as I know.... It is.... FREE!! free..... the magic word. It is going to be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has had such a great week! Enjoy the three day weekend! I know I am going to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-5614149064193089628?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/5614149064193089628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=5614149064193089628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5614149064193089628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5614149064193089628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2012/01/annoyance-and-excitement.html' title='Annoyance and Excitement.'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-39667512634543056</id><published>2012-01-05T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T21:41:35.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPAC'/><title type='text'>Let the year begin right</title><content type='html'>Winter Semester has begun and it is super fantastic already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPAC started off with a bang and I am very sore. It didn't really matter how active I had been during the break because I was still very out of it at the end of the rehearsal. Yesterday was a full day of classes and some work. Today was a full day of work and classes. I thoroughly enjoyed today. Here is what my schedule is like for classes not including work:Mondays: SPAC, Dance and Technology, TA for beginning World Dance, Clogging, and then STATS.Tuesdays: World Dance Composition, New Testament, and STATS lab Wednesdays: Just like Monday.Thursdays: Wold Dance Composition, New Testament, and Dance Productions.Fridays: SPAC, Wold Dance Composition, Clogging, and STATS.It is such a great schedule and it makes up fourteen credits. I am excited to see what awaits me this year. My goal is to do well enough to possibly get on the deans list, which seems very impossible, but I am wanting to try and refocus on school this year. I need to since my plan is to go to Physical Therapy school after I graduate with a BFA in Dance Performance and a minor in Nutrition. I would like to do well this semester. Well, I am off to bed now. Waking up for seven am class (SPAC) is going to be interesting. Goodnight world! Until tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-39667512634543056?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/39667512634543056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=39667512634543056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/39667512634543056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/39667512634543056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2012/01/let-year-begin-right.html' title='Let the year begin right'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-5662464252897302542</id><published>2011-12-18T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:55:50.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Christmas time?</title><content type='html'>Finals are over and now it is Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr46Vh3aNGY/Tu7aWMfdMYI/AAAAAAAABHQ/79QgFH0Y1zM/s1600/402762_2676709469909_1021384476_32878610_122496843_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr46Vh3aNGY/Tu7aWMfdMYI/AAAAAAAABHQ/79QgFH0Y1zM/s320/402762_2676709469909_1021384476_32878610_122496843_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;{Taken by Christina Clark 12.18.11}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It just doesn't feel like Christmas time yet. It hasn't really snowed. There isn't snow in Provo so to me it hasn't snowed because that is where I live. Even though I am home for the break and there is some snow on the ground here, it hasn't snowed yet. I just want it to dump. A complete dump of white and wintry goodness called snow. We did get a nice blanket of frost all over though. Mom got some beautiful pictures of them today. She put them on Facebook and I stole them from her to show you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't really registered that I don't have class at seven in the morning this week. Yes, I still have work but what? I don't have class in the wee hours of the morning tomorrow? I am happy that this semester is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FP-sF7XlOw8/Tu7aVzOT1OI/AAAAAAAABHI/YFIY-ChYnH4/s1600/397841_2676707549861_1021384476_32878607_1792184285_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FP-sF7XlOw8/Tu7aVzOT1OI/AAAAAAAABHI/YFIY-ChYnH4/s320/397841_2676707549861_1021384476_32878607_1792184285_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;{Taken by Christina Clark 12.18.11}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A part of me has realized that the semester is over. What part you may ask? My health. I am making a doctors appointment tomorrow to see what is wrong with me. My cough, that ever annoying cough that is dry, has become more of a nuisance than ever before. I now have a pain along my fifth false rib on the left side. Whenever I cough the pain comes back and then lingers for a little while. I have been through a lot of pain in my life but I would have to say that this is topping the charts in pain. I am afraid that I have Pneumonia or something horrid like it. Is it bad timing? Yes it is. It could have come during finals week instead of when I am home with nothing to do other than work. It just means that I probably can't go to work for a few days. :( I like work. I have fun there and I get paid. I am happy there so I am sad that if I do have something bad, like said Pneumonia, that I wouldn't be able to go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished most of my Christmas shopping Yesterday and I have to say, I am great at getting presents for other people. I have three more people that I need to get something for. The three hardest people are left so this may get interesting. I have Jess and his family this year for Christmas and I think they will love their present. It is quite a stroke of genius on my part. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQgkKSjBj7Q/Tu7aQSPjKZI/AAAAAAAABHA/kCNTEhLeeZY/s1600/%257BPhone+SD%257D+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQgkKSjBj7Q/Tu7aQSPjKZI/AAAAAAAABHA/kCNTEhLeeZY/s320/%257BPhone+SD%257D+030.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;{Blanket made by Celeste Goodrich}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Gillian, I needed to show you this picture. Do you like this blanket? It is a baby blanket that Celeste made. She doesn't have anyone to give it to an said that if you liked it you could have it. I like it. If I were pregnant and due soon, I would take it but I am not. So let me know {It isn't the best picture FYI}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finish off this post, I would just like to say Happy Anniversary to my wonderful parents, James and Christina. If I remember correctly, this marks the 42nd year that they have been married {Their actual anniversary is tomorrow, not today}. I love you both so much! Thank you for all of the things that you have done, do, and will continue to help me with. I wish I had a more current picture, but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NjXfREyZB_8/Tu7fl507RxI/AAAAAAAABHY/wYr5vQgiQmU/s1600/34998_409500960851_655155851_4732956_5615634_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NjXfREyZB_8/Tu7fl507RxI/AAAAAAAABHY/wYr5vQgiQmU/s320/34998_409500960851_655155851_4732956_5615634_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;{Taken by Michelle Clark 6.13.10}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-5662464252897302542?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/5662464252897302542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=5662464252897302542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5662464252897302542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5662464252897302542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-is-christmas-time.html' title='It is Christmas time?'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr46Vh3aNGY/Tu7aWMfdMYI/AAAAAAAABHQ/79QgFH0Y1zM/s72-c/402762_2676709469909_1021384476_32878610_122496843_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-5765203574047898108</id><published>2011-12-10T23:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T04:01:15.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Lesson I teach for the Ward!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this is really random post probably but I needed some way to get my thoughts and notes for my lesson down. This is a very organized lesson plan. A really long lesson. Sorry if you get bored or don't understand. haha This is just so I have these notes and don't loose them for my lesson at 9:30 in the morning. :) Bah! This is my last lesson for this ward so I want to really make it count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Chapter 18 - The Mission of the Twelve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Twelve Called to Britain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First Call of the Church: Heber C. Kinball and Orson Hyde to England in 1837&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John Taylor, John E. Page, Wilford Woodruff, Willard Richards called to the Twelve and given charge &lt;i&gt;"to go over the great waters, and there promulgate my gospel, the fulness thereof, and bear record of my name" (D&amp;amp;C 118:4)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Were to leave April 26, 1839&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;April 26, 1839 came around - temple corner stones were placed instead of them leaving. The prophecy was fulfilled.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The men left on July 22, 1839 - after the malaria epidemic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Missionaries Depart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wilford Woodruff was still sick with Malaria when he departed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Brother Joseph, the Prophet of God, came a long and looked at me. 'Well, Brother Woodruff,' said he, 'you have started upon your mission.' 'Yes,' said I, 'but I feel and look more like a subject for the dissecting room than a missionary.' Joseph replied: 'What did you say that for? Get up, and go along; all will be right with you'"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brigham Young and &amp;nbsp;Heber C. Kimball left on September 18, 1839. So ill they had to be helped into the wagon. All of the Kimball household were bedridden except four-year old Heber Parley, who could just manage to carry water to the sick. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;(Read what he said in response) (Video - Starting at 3:34)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ten year anniversary of the Church's organization - The other members of the Twelve (excluding Wilford Woodruff, John Taylor, and Theodore Turley&lt;i&gt;) &lt;/i&gt;reached the shores of England.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Impact of the Twelve's Mission to Britain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phenomenal growth during 1840-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;By April 1841, membership grew more than 4,300 since their first conference one year earlier. It had also grown nearly 2,200 since the October conference. Membership went from 1,115 to 5,864 in a year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emigration of British Saints to America began&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Didn't need any urging to emigrate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1,000 saints emigrated early in 1841&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Important time of training and maturing for the&amp;nbsp;Quorum&amp;nbsp;of the Twelve Apostles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Four future presidents of the Church - Presidents Young, Taylor, Woodruff, and Snow - worked together in the British Mission.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Missionaries to the Pacific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The missionaries returned from Britain and were called to direct the missionary work of the Church world wide.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Four men called to take the gospel to the islands of the Pacific Ocean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addison Pratt and Benjamin Grouard (had both been sailors in the Pacific) joined with Noah Rogers and Knowlton Hanks (Hanks died from TB on the voyage)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addison Pratt stayed in Tubuai as a permanent minister, and work was expanding rapidly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grouard and Rogers went to Tahiti and other islands where work was much slower than&amp;nbsp;Tubuai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rogers sailed back to America and returned to Nauvoo after vague reports of violence towards the Church in Illinois. (feared for the safety of his family)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grouard found success on the atoll of Anaa. Learned Tahitian and adapted to the culture of the island.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Read last paragraph as summary for chapter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Chapter 19 - Life in Nauvoo the Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Lord's Call to Build a City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have someone read the chapter details of D&amp;amp;C 124 - What they were told to do to build the city Nauvoo the Beautiful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Building the City Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Evolution of the homes in Nauvoo:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Huts, tents, a few abandoned buildings to frontier log cabins, to frame homes, to substantial brick homes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Construction became Nauvoo's principal industries and employed&amp;nbsp;hundreds&amp;nbsp;of craftsmen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Several brickyards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Encouraged to plant and cultivate fruit and shade trees, vines, and brushes on their large lots.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The temple captured the most enthusiasm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;five year construction (from cornerstones being laid to dedication)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;April 6th - corner stones were laid down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One day in ten as tithing labor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Economic Growth in Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Agriculture was the main economic enterprise in Nauvoo and surrounding LDS communities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eager immigrants quickly helped Nauvoo to become a bustling and productive community.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stark contrast to the economicly depressed Illinois&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Small shops and factories:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sawmills, brickyards, lime kiln, tool factory, printing offices, flour mills, bakeries, tailor shops, blacksmiths, shoe shops, carpenters and joiners shop, cabinetmakers shops.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Craftsmen produced matches, leather goods, rope and cord, gloves, bonnets, pottery, jewelry, and watches.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Banded together to set prices.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Education and Society in Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;School only cost $1.50 to $3.00 per term.... if only right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;University of the City of Nauvoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parley&amp;nbsp;P. Prat: English,&amp;nbsp;Mathematics&amp;nbsp;and Sciences&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orson Pratt: English Literature and&amp;nbsp;Mathematics.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Most popular professor. Offered courses in Arithmetic, algebra, geometry,&amp;nbsp;trigonometry, surveying, navigation, analytical geometry, calculus, philosophy, astronomy, and chemistry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orson Spencer: Foreign Languages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sidney Rigdon: Church History&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gustavus&amp;nbsp;Hills: Music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;University was at the initial stages of development when Saints were forced from Illinois&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;important precedent was set for teh involvement of the Church in higher education in the future. (BYU, U of U)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Museum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Times and Seasons&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;was official paper of the Church and supervised by the Prophet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nauvoo Neighbor&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;was prior known as the &lt;i&gt;Wasp - &lt;/i&gt;nonreligious newspaper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Theater, lectures, balls, or dancing schools, sang in one of three choirs, performed in one of three brass bands, bowled, played ball, pulled sticks, wrestled, and watched prairie fires. (last one... sound like fun to you? Bonfire much?) Wood cutting, quilting bees, cooperative barn and house building, fishing, picking wild berries, braiding, and weaving were practical as well as recreational pastimes that were also all popular.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joseph Smith enjoyed pull sticks and wrestling and was widely hailed as the best at both.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Death and disease were not absent however. Usually would hit a family more than once.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Church Organization Expands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three stakes:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nauvoo, Iowa (Zarahemla), and Ramus (Illinois)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three wards in Nauvoo became 10 with three on the outskirts by August of 1842&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Twelve had acted like a traveling High Council but in August 1841 Joseph Smith declared that they were to remain home and the "the time had come when the Twelve should be called upon to stand in their place next to the First Presidency."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They were to become trained and had recieved the keys of the kingdom, so that they were fully able to take over the leadership of the Church.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Relief Society is formed in 1842&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Read through the notes I have in journal from when Susan Easton Black came to talk to the Relief Society last year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brief history of Relief Society ^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Read 1st full paragraph on page 249, and then 1 bullet points in journal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Read last paragraph as summary for chapter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;What happened on the 6th of April?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Org. of the church&lt;br /&gt;Christs birth&lt;br /&gt;most april conferences&lt;br /&gt;the 12 apostles reached the shores of UK&lt;br /&gt;Cornerstones laid for Nauvoo temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In the spirit of Christmas I leave you my testimony that Christ lives. He died for our sins so that we may live with God the Father again, if we live righteously. I know that if we do we become more like Him. I know that times are tough, with finals this week.... Challenge to take extra effort to remember Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-5765203574047898108?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/5765203574047898108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=5765203574047898108&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5765203574047898108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5765203574047898108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-lesson-i-teach-for-ward.html' title='Last Lesson I teach for the Ward!'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-1599314604295917233</id><published>2011-12-06T15:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T23:40:23.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the long stretch</title><content type='html'>I am on the last two days of classes for my second fall semester at BYU and I am so happy that it is almost over! This has been a hard semester. I haven't been super happy or satisfied this semester. There probably are a lot of reasons for that too.&lt;br /&gt;I broke up with Gabe because it felt right and I have never been happier. He is a very somber person, I am not. I am extremely up beat, or try to be at least. I have found out that with every guy I date a little part of me changes. My favorite part of myself was changed while dating Gabe. It wasn't that I wasn't happy, because I was very happy. I just became a little more somber. I didn't laugh as much and I kept finding myself unhappy more frequently than I have ever been. It was weird. I didn't break up with him because of something really significant or anything. I was going to wait until after tonight. I thought that maybe all we needed was a date, a real date. Just Gabe and I in a situation different than we had had in a while. Away from other friends and not alone at one of our apartments just studying or talking or watching a movie. Something very different. On Sunday however, I had this on my mind all day. If I hadn't said anything about how he had been kind of distant the past few days and asked him what he had been thinking of that was keeping him away from being totally there, we would still be dating. It was a mutual thing. We both knew that we needed to date other people. I couldn't stay in that position with him waiting for Elise. It wasn't fair to me. I didn't want to hope for anything that wasn't going to happen. I was more invested in our relationship than he was. It wasn't a bad thing and it wasn't a big difference or anything. It felt right. That is the only thing that mattered. We just were not meant to date.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, school has finally ended for the semester!! YES! Two finals completed, three to go. Here I go on the long stretch to the end of the whole semester and this year. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-1599314604295917233?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/1599314604295917233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=1599314604295917233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1599314604295917233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1599314604295917233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-my-siblings-and-friends.html' title='On the long stretch'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-5077643990809664581</id><published>2011-11-23T07:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T08:05:16.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Around the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I feel like whenever I have a performance and I only tell people about it, not posting anything on the blog or on Facebook, people get mad that I didn't publicize it enough and that is the reason they didn't come. Yet, when I do put information everywhere and talk about it all the time, no one ever comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are wanting to go to Christmas Around the World, please let me know so I don't miss you the night you come. I would really like to see some family there since I rarely get that. It would mean a lot to me and I know you would enjoy the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please get your tickets now, and say that you are getting them from Back-up. We need all the help we can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zAB8nLYpeEo/Ts0ZAIfqjfI/AAAAAAAABG0/SSxK7-IOvmw/s1600/393405_10100212417690219_17827321_44208556_565622771_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zAB8nLYpeEo/Ts0ZAIfqjfI/AAAAAAAABG0/SSxK7-IOvmw/s400/393405_10100212417690219_17827321_44208556_565622771_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-5077643990809664581?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/5077643990809664581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=5077643990809664581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5077643990809664581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5077643990809664581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-around-world.html' title='Christmas Around the World'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zAB8nLYpeEo/Ts0ZAIfqjfI/AAAAAAAABG0/SSxK7-IOvmw/s72-c/393405_10100212417690219_17827321_44208556_565622771_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-2210131354677982749</id><published>2011-11-18T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T20:10:18.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabe Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPAC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ammon'/><title type='text'>Roller Coasters Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Roller coaster of my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went from having a boyfriend to not dating him anymore to, a week later, dating him again. Gabe and I are dating again as of Wednesday and I am so happy. It was very sweet how things came about between the two of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday, I also found out that... drum roll please..... I MADE SPAC!!!! Ah! I am so excited! It is going to be a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I found out that Ammon was in the hospital, thankfully he is home now. I have been worried sick about him all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a roller coaster week, but it has been a good week. I hope you all have had a great one too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Holidays!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 days until Thanksgiving/My Birthday (20)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-2210131354677982749?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2210131354677982749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=2210131354677982749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2210131354677982749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2210131354677982749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/11/roller-coasters-anyone.html' title='Roller Coasters Anyone?'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Provo, UT </georss:featurename><georss:point>40.2338438 -111.6585337</georss:point><georss:box>40.137391300000004 -111.8157757 40.3302963 -111.50129170000001</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-5689976071443360895</id><published>2011-11-05T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T14:07:44.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the countdown BEGIN!</title><content type='html'>Or continue... It isn't like I have been counting down for the past month or anything because that would be ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, it is the best time of the year. For one reason, MY BIRTHDAY! For another, Thanksgiving! And last, Christmas music and some snow. I love November. It is the best month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for some things on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had the opportunity to go to the Young Ambassador's show Harmony. I didn't know what it was going to be like, even though it is the same show they had last year. The show is all about finding harmony in the family, how music plays a part of it, and how to cherish those you love. It was very powerful. It was adorable. Gabe did such a great job! He is a &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fantastic&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;dancer. I made sure to tell him that I never wanted to hear him say otherwise ever again. He was by far one of the best guy dancers, and even better than a good number of the girls. He has a natural way of moving. He is a natural dancer. The show overall was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I auditioned for the Spring Performing Arts Company, or SPAC. It is the winter/spring folk team, that is almost identical to Back-Up, but they go on an in state tour to the&amp;nbsp;elementary&amp;nbsp;schools. I will find out if I make it in a few weeks. I am excited to know. I am thinking that I will probably audition for Young Ambassadors this year. I will also be trying out for PAC, the top performing company in the folk dance world, and if I get on PAC then I will do PAC regardless if I make Young Ambassadors. PAC is what I want so I will be working very hard to get on. I love the&amp;nbsp;atmosphere&amp;nbsp;that the folk dance community at BYU has to offer and I want to&amp;nbsp;contribute to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I had an injury come upon me. I have a build up of scar tissue in my right foot and it has been causing some problems for me this week. Also, my&amp;nbsp;tendinitis&amp;nbsp;has been acting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the temple this coming week. I want to go do baptisms at the Oquirrh Mountain Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sell my contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown: 19 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-5689976071443360895?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/5689976071443360895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=5689976071443360895&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5689976071443360895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5689976071443360895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/11/let-countdown-begin.html' title='Let the countdown BEGIN!'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-7583376829663912210</id><published>2011-10-13T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T20:08:35.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet Midterm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-88147924c5430c54" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D88147924c5430c54%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768070%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85C59DC1E95A1E880673FBDF295EE1B074BB36D0.3DD2C37C73B02304F984E047C17C9691A22BB10C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D88147924c5430c54%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2cd6Yo9mbe68ZLvjmcyxz1-2P-A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D88147924c5430c54%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768070%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85C59DC1E95A1E880673FBDF295EE1B074BB36D0.3DD2C37C73B02304F984E047C17C9691A22BB10C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D88147924c5430c54%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2cd6Yo9mbe68ZLvjmcyxz1-2P-A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my DANCE 291 (Ballet) midterm yesterday. I never thought that I was a ballerina or even remotely looked like one. We had our midterm this week and we filmed it. This is a clip of the center adage we did. I actually think I did quite well on it. There is a lot that I need to work on but over all, I am very pleased and think that I actually could be one and look like one. Enjoy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I could look like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uRv-t46V4I/TpejRpFdPFI/AAAAAAAABFA/mIySUZleb0s/s1600/byu+ballet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uRv-t46V4I/TpejRpFdPFI/AAAAAAAABFA/mIySUZleb0s/s320/byu+ballet.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-7583376829663912210?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/7583376829663912210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=7583376829663912210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7583376829663912210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7583376829663912210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/10/ballet-midterm.html' title='Ballet Midterm'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2uRv-t46V4I/TpejRpFdPFI/AAAAAAAABFA/mIySUZleb0s/s72-c/byu+ballet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-6905185238748110903</id><published>2011-10-12T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T07:45:50.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of the new look</title><content type='html'>In my attempt to load more pictures onto my blog I changed the look. It looks just like pintrest! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;So in honor of the new look, here is a picture of what I want to make sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGzGH6aOO7Y/TpWnuWEKsKI/AAAAAAAABE4/6knLtjPlw6Q/s1600/gingerbread.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGzGH6aOO7Y/TpWnuWEKsKI/AAAAAAAABE4/6knLtjPlw6Q/s320/gingerbread.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't they just look so good? I know they do. Now stop drooling on your computer and get back to what you were doing before you got distracted by this amazing blog of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-6905185238748110903?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/6905185238748110903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=6905185238748110903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6905185238748110903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6905185238748110903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-honor-of-new-look.html' title='In honor of the new look'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGzGH6aOO7Y/TpWnuWEKsKI/AAAAAAAABE4/6knLtjPlw6Q/s72-c/gingerbread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-5776735494475779723</id><published>2011-09-25T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T02:16:08.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An average night</title><content type='html'>I kind of have an addiction to Facebook and Pintrest. My friend Evan made a bet with me tonight to not get on Facebook for a whole week starting on Monday. I will be doing that. It will be a mess after a whole week of not going on the Book of Face but I say bring it on. I need the $5 and if I am successful in not getting on Facebook for a whole week then I will gain that amount of money from Evan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight Kayla and I made Junior Mints. They are really good, not hard to make, and filled with so much powder sugar. I got the&amp;nbsp;recipe&amp;nbsp;from Pintrest.com. The&amp;nbsp;recipe&amp;nbsp;came from zuppas.com. They turned out good but they look super weird because we had the hardest time trying to figure out how to actually get them covered in chocolate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a horrid picture of them. You wish you had them though. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bebyo2pThY/Tn7uHjqA7pI/AAAAAAAABE0/e75T2VmO11Y/s1600/Junior+Mints.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bebyo2pThY/Tn7uHjqA7pI/AAAAAAAABE0/e75T2VmO11Y/s320/Junior+Mints.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I will be singing at a farewell for my friend Rachel Kimball. It is a beautiful arrangement of &lt;i&gt;How Great Thou Art&lt;/i&gt;. It is actually arranged by S. Gordon Jessop... Mom's old band teacher. I will give more info about it when I get back. I hope I can sing though after being sick all week and the AMAZING football game. Cody Hoffman. Thank you for rushing all 93 yards on a kick return to make a touchdown. It was an amazing play. Way to go MVP of the whole game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ready for conference by the way. This will be a good week. Excited for a letter in a few days. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-5776735494475779723?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/5776735494475779723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=5776735494475779723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5776735494475779723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5776735494475779723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/09/average-night.html' title='An average night'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bebyo2pThY/Tn7uHjqA7pI/AAAAAAAABE0/e75T2VmO11Y/s72-c/Junior+Mints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-2007503502315362421</id><published>2011-09-18T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T21:20:25.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets of World of Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-47888b814601c464" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47888b814601c464%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768070%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85EAB4ACCEF6157360B1B132BCEFA9B6E4ECF9AE.2904C1BCAEF2A4CAC43F9A4C46A8019C389E18B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47888b814601c464%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR1frL0DVIgf_7HIhKfarUO1LClc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D47888b814601c464%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768070%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85EAB4ACCEF6157360B1B132BCEFA9B6E4ECF9AE.2904C1BCAEF2A4CAC43F9A4C46A8019C389E18B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D47888b814601c464%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR1frL0DVIgf_7HIhKfarUO1LClc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While the girls of PAC were performing their part of the Slovakian number during World of&lt;br /&gt;Dance, the boys thought that they could do it. Well, that they did. They did it, and pretty well I must say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-2007503502315362421?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2007503502315362421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=2007503502315362421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2007503502315362421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2007503502315362421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/09/while-girls-of-pac-were-performing.html' title='Secrets of World of Dance'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-2080084148252188250</id><published>2011-08-20T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T19:51:27.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures of late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zsvD9sI9oQQ/TlBqYrDzkpI/AAAAAAAABEA/P4_0OGjJw6E/s1600/DSCN0045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zsvD9sI9oQQ/TlBqYrDzkpI/AAAAAAAABEA/P4_0OGjJw6E/s320/DSCN0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643127305203323538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;{8.6.11 Senior Project, Kira Barker and Demi Eastmon}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNJQFszOB9c/TlBqYLG7RtI/AAAAAAAABD4/FN61iYrUM44/s1600/DSCN0072.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNJQFszOB9c/TlBqYLG7RtI/AAAAAAAABD4/FN61iYrUM44/s320/DSCN0072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643127296626476754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;{8.13.11 Abby and I at her Baptism}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJue_icCSvo/TlBqYMB2-2I/AAAAAAAABDw/QoPHTArUmVY/s1600/DSCN0063.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJue_icCSvo/TlBqYMB2-2I/AAAAAAAABDw/QoPHTArUmVY/s320/DSCN0063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643127296873659234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;{8.12.11 Last day at Campus Plaza, Anna Stewart and I}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-2080084148252188250?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2080084148252188250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=2080084148252188250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2080084148252188250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2080084148252188250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/08/some-pictures-of-late.html' title='Some pictures of late'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zsvD9sI9oQQ/TlBqYrDzkpI/AAAAAAAABEA/P4_0OGjJw6E/s72-c/DSCN0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-2516680961252057922</id><published>2011-08-04T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T17:02:30.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of greatness</title><content type='html'>The past couple of days have been surprisingly good days. Things have gone my way for the most part. The only thing that hasn't gone the way that I wanted it to would be my Anatomy lab final. That was just horrid. :( But, the good definitely outweighs the bad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My list goes as such:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contract: Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Lab: Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Lecture: Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pell Grant: Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get asked on a date: Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend gets mission call: Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senior Project: Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After loosing a contract for a house that was basically perfect and had really great girls in the house as well as a lot of friends in the area, I finally got a contract for Fall/Winter. I will have my own room, only two other roommates, a washer and dryer in our apartment, and so much fun! The lay out is not my favorite but the bedrooms are a really good size. I am making a list of bigger meals that I want to eat now so then I will actually get the ingredients and make them for fall. I never really eat during the summer for some reason. I never get hungry but during fall/winter I am always hungry. Why not use the kitchen that I have right? I love having a place to live, right where I want too. It is on 800 N. Just a block or two from the Richards Building. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my last Anatomy classes this last week. I am almost all the way done! I only have my lecture final that starts on Wednesday and closes on Thursday left. I need to do really well on it. I get kind of frustrated with this class because I can't test well. I know the material very well but I can't show it on paper that well. I know some of you probably got annoyed at my constant Anatomy talk this summer but I loved it and it helped me study. I just might take the class again for kicks and giggles. I am sad that I will probably not see some of the people I met from this class, but I loved every single person in my lab. We were like a family. My professor for Anatomy is the most amazing woman ever. She got the best applause after the class was over on Thursday that I had ever heard. She definitely got a fantastic review from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much to say about my pell grant. I got the information and I feel &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; much better about everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Kayla Pickett has an older brother named Brandon. He is very attractive and he called me and asked me on a date. We will be going on a date after we move in to our apartments for fall/winter. He will actually be in my ward along with his sister. I am excited to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James Skidmore is a very great friend that I have met this summer. I will miss him so much when he goes on his mission. I was there when he got his mission call Thursday. He was so nervous and excited and wouldn't just rip it open and look at it. When he finally got it open and looked at where his call was, he was so in awe. He is going to the Independence Missouri Mission Spanish Speaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, last on the list is Senior Project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the opportunity to do a piece choreographed by Sarah Brook. She is graduating on Thursday. Her piece was about trying to trust someone who is never there for you. I basically was playing myself. It was the most emotional thing I have ever done. I was pushed to my limits in a lot of ways and I am so happy that I was able to be a part of this group of girls... and my friend Thomas..... for this concert. It was magical. I got a lot of comments on how it was the best piece of the whole show. I don't deserve any credit. It all goes to Sarah. It was her choreography and she was the one who pushed us to where we ended up. She wanted us to be better than we already were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-2516680961252057922?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2516680961252057922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=2516680961252057922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2516680961252057922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2516680961252057922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/08/week-of-greatness.html' title='Week of greatness'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-6162807023714929622</id><published>2011-07-19T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:33:45.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the corner</title><content type='html'>Many of you probably know that I am getting to the age of 20 in a few months. That is a big deal for me for a few reasons. There is one that is weighed a lot more however and that would have to do with a mission. I was talking to a friend of mine about her mission. I asked her when someone could put their papers in. We found out that for me, it is exactly a year this month if I put my birthday as my availability. I would like to have it earlier so I could just go and not have to wait.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom got all excited when I told her about it. She asked me why I was wondering and asking about it.... Really? You don't know already? I have been wanting to go on a mission for years. Is it what the Lord thinks is right for me? Who knows. I guess we will have to see. I do know that if I don't go on a mission before I get married, then I will for sure go on one with my husband (if not both). I know that much. I have been told that much by the Lord. I can't wait until I can know for sure and that is just around the corner. The next step for me in my life. Exciting right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adrianne, would I get a different colored sticker on the boys map of the world if I did serve?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-6162807023714929622?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/6162807023714929622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=6162807023714929622&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6162807023714929622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6162807023714929622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/07/around-corner.html' title='Around the corner'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-1818306536639414747</id><published>2011-07-03T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:47:26.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July!</title><content type='html'>Happy 4th of July! I hope everyone has a great day and has a lot of fun celebrating our country's independence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-1818306536639414747?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/1818306536639414747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=1818306536639414747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1818306536639414747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1818306536639414747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July!'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-6619998664159260021</id><published>2011-06-11T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T01:11:31.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash and Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got in a car crash with an electric pole on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may seem a little funny when you just read that and if you could hear how I am saying it in my head along with looking at my face. I think it is funny to talk about with out giving all of the details. So, let's make it real and not funny anymore. It isn't a light hearted situation at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a teacher at my old dance studio as you all know and they had their show on Friday. They have two shows now, one at five and one at seven. I told Nesha, the director, that I would help backstage at the first show. Well, I was on my way there from Payson. I was going to help McKenna Meservy with her hip because she was having some pain. There is the setup of this whole situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was driving east from Payson on Salem Canal Road. There was a truck in front of me that was going way below the speed limit and I was getting frustrated. Well, I decided to turn a road earlier then I usually would. I made a left turn onto 1700 West in Payson and I thought I had cleared the turn and started to accelerate up to 30 (the speed limit). Before I go on you need to know that I turn hard. I can turn with a lot of speed and this left turn did not make me stop since Salem Canal Road is the busier street. Elk Ridge Drive (the road I usually would take) does however make you stop before you turn or even go straight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I turned and thought, I had cleared the turn right? Something caught my eye that I looked down at the passenger seat. I looked back up not even two seconds later and there was the electric pole, just a few feet in front of me, on the &lt;i&gt;drivers&lt;/i&gt; side. I freaked out, closed my eyes and turned the wheel to the left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pole crushed the entire hood of my little 1991 Nissan Sentra, which I paid for by myself thank you. The weird thing is, the air bags did &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; go off and the dashboard is completely untouched. I had my seat belt on because, well I am paranoid first off and then I also have automatic ones that come across my chest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember opening my eyes back up and seeing the pole, wooden and obviously old, break off of the base, pop up to hit the top of my car (not making a dent somehow!) just to go over my car and land on the ground with the power cords still attached to the pole. My car kept going and I had only hit the break and not the clutch. I am happy that I didn't think about keeping the car going to put in the clutch because that would not have helped any with the pole landing on my car. It probably would have been much much worse if I had done that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked out of this with a totaled car, a bruised chest and left arm, a few broken blood vessels on my right arm, bruised knees from hitting underneath the steering wheel, a broken Xiphoid Process (the tip of the sternum the the seat belt covers. It is super common in car accidents and CPR; yes I did learn that in my Medical Anatomy and Physiology class my Senior year of high school and remember that), and major whiplash in my neck and back. It is hard to hold my back straight or to hunch over and holding my head up is extremely hard at times of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am alive. That is what matters. I am still extremely shaken up and now have to walk EVERYWHERE I go. At least it now gives me an actual reason to buy a bike other than me just wanting one right? I am not expecting anything from the insurance and even if the car was repairable, I wouldn't. I can't afford to pay for that kind of work to be done. The whole thing was smashed in! Honestly, just trying to remember what I saw when I looked up as well as when I opened my eyes scares the living daylights out of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being in a car doesn't scare me but I think I will be scared to drive for a very long time. I never in a million years thought that this would have happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was not my time to leave this earth. The Lord has definitely let me know that I need to be much much more careful with my life and the things I do. This was a major wake up call for me. I don't think I could ever be thankful enough for the Lord's hand in this. I don't know who my guardian angel but I know I had someone there telling me to look up when I did. If I hadn't, I don't even want to think about that. It just freaks me out to think that I would not be able to dance anymore. It helped me make my final decision about my choice for my course of study.... I care too much about the human body and the art that a healthy body can do that I will be double majoring in Dance and Athletic Training, getting my teaching degree, and going on to Physical Therapy. It is what I need to do with my life and I now know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for your love and support through everything! It makes me feel so much better about the whole thing. I am just happy that I didn't leave this world because I easily should have died. If you want anymore details than those that are already posted like the fact that I did NOT get a citation from the sheriff (nicest guy ever), then just post a comment or wait for something else I guess. :) Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-6619998664159260021?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/6619998664159260021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=6619998664159260021&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6619998664159260021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6619998664159260021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/06/crash-and-burn.html' title='Crash and Burn'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-9044810011754806564</id><published>2011-05-31T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T08:57:51.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year over much more to come</title><content type='html'>All the talk of people graduating has really hit me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I graduated a year ago. A year ago I was just starting a whole new chapter of my life and was scared to death but so excited at the same time. I was trying to get a job to pay for school. I was going to major in Social Sciences Teaching. And last of all, I was moving in with people I had never met before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot has changed since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a job and it is a steady one. I am not particularly fond of it but it is a job and I have the opportunity to make my schedule around my school schedule. I changed my major completely. I am now a Dance major with the hopes of double majoring in Athletic Training. With that I hope to go to Physical Therapy School. I would love that so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have moved in to a second apartment and I still got to go through moving in with people I have never met before. I like it a lot but I do want to move in with people that I do know at some point. I don't want to just be a floater that never has some steady friends and roommates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited for what this new year, year 2 on my own, has to offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-9044810011754806564?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/9044810011754806564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=9044810011754806564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/9044810011754806564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/9044810011754806564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-year-over-much-more-to-come.html' title='One year over much more to come'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-8511255003085699302</id><published>2011-05-06T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:26:13.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blainifer</title><content type='html'>I was looking at the videos that I had on my laptop and came accross this blessed fella. This would be Blaine. Dancing on the counter of the laundrymat. I miss moments like this from my Freshman year. Glad this was caught on tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-49cd125ac062b514" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D49cd125ac062b514%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768070%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D603047EFCCFB5BE5AD69E93446D3A76B279A48AD.1C03D9D297F882BE85997119D117850D21729AC5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D49cd125ac062b514%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1BuJHCQeqr5uFZX7GRnx-PxQ_oY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D49cd125ac062b514%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331768070%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D603047EFCCFB5BE5AD69E93446D3A76B279A48AD.1C03D9D297F882BE85997119D117850D21729AC5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D49cd125ac062b514%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1BuJHCQeqr5uFZX7GRnx-PxQ_oY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I was reading the blog &lt;a href="1000awesomethings.com"&gt;1000awesomethings.com&lt;/a&gt; and saw that the author was on the &lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/26184891/vp/42879364#42879364"&gt;Today Show!&lt;/a&gt; I watched it and it just made me smile the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-8511255003085699302?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/8511255003085699302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=8511255003085699302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8511255003085699302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8511255003085699302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/05/blainifer.html' title='Blainifer'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-5945221123579558311</id><published>2011-04-26T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T11:57:07.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New living conditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what it is, but I don't feel super comfortable in my apartment yet. There are three girls that already lived there from before and they haven't really said much to me. I am super shy around them right now too. I just don't feel like I belong. I just hope that the other two girls that are supposed to be living in the apartment come soon and that they are in more of a situation like me... meaning not seniors. Or that they are a little more welcoming. I just felt pretty awkward all day yesterday and for the time that I was home today. I finally had to get out. I work at three down in payson and I am trying to get a video tapped for a girl named Morgan for her Dance Company audition. I will take anytime I can to get out of the apartment at this point. :( Sad how that is turning out. I was super nervous to move in anyways and this is not helping me feel welcomed or like I belong at all. I am usually not one who will care what other people really think but for some reason, I am just getting a vibe from them like I really don't belong here. Almost like they are too good for me. Ugh. I miss these two girls. We clicked instantly. I got really lucky to have them as my roommates my very first year. What a good experience that was for me. I can only hope I have roommates like them again in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0x0iLHnPDk/TbcUni-nTGI/AAAAAAAAA9E/KXE_ZsbpiPg/s320/Freshman%2BYear%2B2010%2B040.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599967331295382626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the only picture that I have of the three of us all together. I wish we could have gotten one of us the day they moved out, but I didn't think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-5945221123579558311?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/5945221123579558311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=5945221123579558311&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5945221123579558311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5945221123579558311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-living-conditions.html' title='New living conditions'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m0x0iLHnPDk/TbcUni-nTGI/AAAAAAAAA9E/KXE_ZsbpiPg/s72-c/Freshman%2BYear%2B2010%2B040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-5461690648120704606</id><published>2011-04-11T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T10:08:13.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals week is coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The semester is almost over! There really is only one final that I am worried about. I have to choreograph a dance with three dancers. The dance has to be a minimum of 3 minutes. Not happy. I have only one minute set on them and tuesday is the last day for me to teach. AAAAHHHH!! Scared? YES. But whatever. I will get it done. I also have two papers due on Wednesday for one other class, a quiz and a test to take this week. But other than that, I am so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend was pretty boring other than yesterday. I went to a bridal shower for Celeste Lee. I met her fiancée Tyler Goodrich and he is a very nice guy. I felt really good about him. He is very sweet to her. It was bitter sweet to be there. I found out that another one of my friends is getting married as well. Well now, I am not dating anyone and I already have three engaged friends, one married and another one getting married tomorrow. Weird. They are all finding men and growing up. I am not getting there I guess. But! Celeste is going to be such a beautiful bride and I can't wait for her to start this new part of her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHGPiGv-4JQ/TaM0jq7QRVI/AAAAAAAAA3M/9ICP_tFnZXY/s320/014.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594372949547173202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Celeste and her fiancée Tyler Goodrich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-5461690648120704606?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/5461690648120704606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=5461690648120704606&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5461690648120704606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5461690648120704606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/04/finals-week-is-coming.html' title='Finals week is coming'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHGPiGv-4JQ/TaM0jq7QRVI/AAAAAAAAA3M/9ICP_tFnZXY/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-4386059832575073437</id><published>2011-04-03T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T17:59:29.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me random</title><content type='html'>Popped out ribs hurt. They feel so much better after being popped back in though.&lt;div&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. General Conference weekend is the bomb.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;katy out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-4386059832575073437?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/4386059832575073437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=4386059832575073437&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4386059832575073437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4386059832575073437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/04/call-me-random.html' title='Call me random'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-1592059055310352726</id><published>2011-04-02T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:25:49.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black And White</title><content type='html'>I made a new blog. It is going to be a more personal blog with deeper things being said. Yes, I can be deep. No one ever sees it however. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure if I am going to make it private or not yet but I guess I will have to wait and see how it goes and what I decide to put on there. I may just rant on some people and say their names but I don't know.... We will see I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want, let me know what you think so far. I haven't posted really anything on there yet but that is just because it is brand new. You can check it out &lt;a href="http://kaitlin-clark.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a happy General Conference weekend! I already am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-1592059055310352726?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/1592059055310352726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=1592059055310352726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1592059055310352726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1592059055310352726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/04/black-and-white.html' title='The Black And White'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-7115359273723899930</id><published>2011-03-27T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T11:56:44.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of current times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VT-B_6WDcj0/TY-Gd5SR6-I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/SazMz29X-hg/s1600/200695_10150122524703512_736928511_6653739_6765438_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VT-B_6WDcj0/TY-Gd5SR6-I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/SazMz29X-hg/s320/200695_10150122524703512_736928511_6653739_6765438_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588833510741896162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tap!! Me, Emily Kleinkopf, and Kayla Pickett. We are the three freshman on Foot Poetry this year. We choreographed a rockin' awesome trio and were able to perform it for the concert. Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wO7lVnJzTY4/TY-GdvhImAI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Br8FHEZ0LF0/s1600/197272_1770428138710_1179442564_31740884_2586809_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wO7lVnJzTY4/TY-GdvhImAI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Br8FHEZ0LF0/s320/197272_1770428138710_1179442564_31740884_2586809_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588833508119844866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do the Uncle Sam! Long story unless you have seen the Ryan Higa video called Best Crew. haha it makes me laugh so hard! This is Tiffany wearing awesome panda hats. She should have bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yi3mdAXF3c/TY-GdVLwnZI/AAAAAAAAAxA/_KlVd6nfbvY/s1600/200120_1770429778751_1179442564_31740894_6393182_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5yi3mdAXF3c/TY-GdVLwnZI/AAAAAAAAAxA/_KlVd6nfbvY/s320/200120_1770429778751_1179442564_31740894_6393182_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588833501050871186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stuffed at Olive Garden. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6iOHhonFWY/TY-GdP1kBhI/AAAAAAAAAw4/gXy7iJbSqz8/s1600/198284_1900552474061_1249163742_32274125_101193_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6iOHhonFWY/TY-GdP1kBhI/AAAAAAAAAw4/gXy7iJbSqz8/s320/198284_1900552474061_1249163742_32274125_101193_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588833499615594002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me recently. I have been doing my hair down a lot lately. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYBbJvt_Tk/TY-GdKES9qI/AAAAAAAAAww/sEGji17JDGc/s1600/196742_10150122524593512_736928511_6653738_6793504_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYBbJvt_Tk/TY-GdKES9qI/AAAAAAAAAww/sEGji17JDGc/s320/196742_10150122524593512_736928511_6653738_6793504_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588833498066777762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and some of my favorite girls! Chiloe Alius, Kimberly Mulllen, Emily Kleinkopf, and Kayla Pickett! Foot Poetry was a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-7115359273723899930?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/7115359273723899930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=7115359273723899930&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7115359273723899930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7115359273723899930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/pictures-of-current-times.html' title='Pictures of current times'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VT-B_6WDcj0/TY-Gd5SR6-I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/SazMz29X-hg/s72-c/200695_10150122524703512_736928511_6653739_6765438_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-2128550303603135744</id><published>2011-03-27T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T11:41:48.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sleeping = No Bueno</title><content type='html'>Me and a ward activity that requires me to pull an all nighter do not mix that well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ward had an activity this past Friday night. The activity was a Book of Mormon reading marathon. We read the second half of the Book of Mormon. Most of us are taking the second half right now because of the stupid Freshman Bundles that we have had to do this year. It was nice though to go and read the book from Helaman to the end. My group made it! We read it in less than 11 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The activity ended at 6 am Saturday morning. Saturday was full of craziness for me. I am a really deep sleeper and I was afraid that if I went to sleep after the activity that I would miss my rehearsal with Brian for our Scottish piece that our Folk team is doing. So, I didn't go to sleep and just got on the computer and then jumped in the shower. That helped me stay awake a lot better. I went to the rehearsal and for the first ten to fifteen minutes that I was with Brian I was so out of it that I felt like it was not reality. I bet I was quite funny. I tend to get really weird when I am tired. I told Brian this after our rehearsal and he just laughed. He knew before hand that I was dead tired because of the activity so adding the fact that I did not believe that what was happening was real just added to the craziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian has the dance down really well. Ed (our teacher) wanted me to get with him to practice it because he said that he didn't look like he knew it. The deal is that he just needed to run it with the music a million times. I do too though. Brian was doing a better job at this than I was. I was not getting a certain part all Wednesday or Friday and was struggling with getting the steps right yesterday. It isn't hard to do but I get confused. My muscle memory is tripping me out and making me mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to go to the Festival of Colors with Tiffany and Brian, but Tiffany and I were so tired and Brian had a Men's Choir concert at 3 so we didn't end up going. Smart choice. Tiffany and I slept but we both only got four hours of sleep. I don't know why we couldn't sleep longer than that but that is what we had to get us until about 11:30 or so and we were knocked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiffany, Deanna, Jessica (Tiffany's cousin who we hang out with all the time. Love her!), and I were all really bored come around 5:30 yesterday so we went to Hobby Lobby and got some stuff to be crafty. I got some paints and brushes along with a canvas. I haven't finished the painting but I really like what I have done so far. It is just randomness on the canvas but it's cool. Jessica got a canvas and paints as well. Deanna didn't get anything, and Tiffany.... she got cupcake liners. She ended up making spice cake cupcakes. I haven't tried one yet because they were not done before I left on a date and I didn't want one when I got back. It is fast Sunday today so I won't be having one for a little while longer, but they are just calling my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to the date. This date was with a guy on my Folk team and he is also in Men's Chorus. If you paid attention, you probably think that I went on another date with Brian, but that is not the case. His name is Jonathan Fox. We went to Trafalga and went mini golfing. I am a TERRIBLE golfer. I totally lost. But on the plus side, I am awesome at Skee Ball and at Mrs. Pac-man. I got a really good score on Mrs. Pac-man and for Skee ball.... well let's just say that I got the ball into the 10,000 point hole. Yeah, that hole right there in the corner that no one gets, I got it into that one! The sad part was that I didn't get any extra tickets to prove it. :( No matter what the score was I only got 5 tickets both times we played. I kicked Jon's but at both of these games. It was fun. I was so tired though that Jon made a comment to me.... "I don't think I have ever seen you this quiet or passive before." I felt pretty bad because I was not really saying much. My mind was thinking about someone else and about how good it would feel to sleep when I got back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that was my day yesterday. It was crazy fun and really busy with little, well pretty much no, sleep at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to add some pictures right after this of things that have been going on... I am too lazy to actually format it all after writing this long spiel of a post. So I hope you like the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katy out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-2128550303603135744?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2128550303603135744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=2128550303603135744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2128550303603135744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2128550303603135744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-sleeping-no-bueno.html' title='No Sleeping = No Bueno'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-1374607103550447150</id><published>2011-03-19T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:21:16.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing Life</title><content type='html'>I thought I had housing but I guess I don't.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was supposed to be good. It was headed in a the right direction until I got told by a girl named Anna that I wasn't going to be buying a contract. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me clarify:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday I got a text from Anna asking me to room with her. The girl who was going to be her roommate is not coming back to BYU next year. I was going to buy this girls contract. It felt right to do this and I felt like it was the right thing to do. Anna wanted me to be her roommate and one of the girls who was in the household was excited for me to be in the house as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna texted me today saying that as a household they prayed about it and they didn't think that I was the right person to live with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I don't get is why not think about it first and then ask so I don't get my hopes up and let me not worry about housing for a week if I don't need to? Also, why does it feel like I am supposed to be in that house when they don't feel that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Persuasion with Brian, his sister, and his brother-in-law today. It was so amazing! I loved the play so much. Afterward we went to Yozone for frozen yogurt.I had a lot of fun with Brian and his sister and her husband. This was a good afternoon, the night just wasn't good. BYU also won so that was nice. After the game I got ready for the Wyview Park and Heritage Halls invitational. It was okay. I know other people who had a lot more fun than I did. I wasn't a fan though. It made me feel uncomfortable and it put me through distress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-1374607103550447150?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/1374607103550447150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=1374607103550447150&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1374607103550447150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1374607103550447150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/confusing-life.html' title='Confusing Life'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-6011338043415978318</id><published>2011-03-06T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T09:41:17.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church at 2?</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned how much I dislike having church at 2? Well, I do. It isn't fun because I get tempted to sleep in extremely late and then I feel like my whole day is wasted. When I get back from church it is 5 in the evening. I have three hours to cook eat wash dishes and chill before ward prayer/stare at 8. I feel like the whole day is just church (not that thats a bad thing at all) and I don't feel productive. I don't like having time after church. Having time before church is just torture when it is fast sunday, like today. GR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-6011338043415978318?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/6011338043415978318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=6011338043415978318&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6011338043415978318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6011338043415978318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/church-at-2.html' title='Church at 2?'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-5316864616548693303</id><published>2011-03-03T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T13:56:41.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder How To Date.</title><content type='html'>I love life right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are going really well right now for me. I am loving school, I am not worrying about changing my major at the moment (even though I am still super confused), and I am so very twitterpated (however that is spelled). :D aaahh! I love this! I haven't felt this way for months! I can't remember feeling this crazy about Spencer. Now don't worry, I am not going to fall for him to fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways let me tell you of the second date we went on. Well, first off I went to the Fireside that my old dance studio puts on every year with him. He really liked it. I wanted to bring someone who would appreciate it. Well he did. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday I was with Blaine Jensen and we were doing a skype conversation with Trace Marriott. Trace left on his mission on Wednesday. Well, in our conversation I got a phone call from Brian... the kid I took to the Fireside. He asked me to go to Chanticleer and I accepted. I loved it so much! During the date we talked about our families and about what other stuff we liked to do other than dancing and singing and what not (he is a second tenor in Men's Choir). Books came up and I told him that I loved the book The Scarlet Pimpernel. He goes on to tell me that he loves that movie. It came time to admit that I had never seen it. Brian was taken back at that. He replied with, "You have never seen the movie?! My sister has it and I guess we will just have to borrow it so you can see how amazing it is!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prospective third date? I hope so. haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-5316864616548693303?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/5316864616548693303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=5316864616548693303&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5316864616548693303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5316864616548693303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/03/wonder-how-to-date.html' title='Wonder How To Date.'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-900153817340208346</id><published>2011-02-13T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:57:19.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures for your wondering eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ansji_wUBiY/TVil5nmxfBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/hwQrinZMpZg/s1600/Freshman%2BYear%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ansji_wUBiY/TVil5nmxfBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/hwQrinZMpZg/s320/Freshman%2BYear%2B004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573386948173724690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PqB9tLQ9Lxo/TVil5b8idxI/AAAAAAAAAwI/gXhRDFXC4jA/s1600/DSCN9775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PqB9tLQ9Lxo/TVil5b8idxI/AAAAAAAAAwI/gXhRDFXC4jA/s320/DSCN9775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573386945043789586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are some of the pictures that I am planning on sending to Joseph. He loves Cafe Rio so much so I thought I should include a picture of it. He wanted to have some pictures of home so I am doing this. I am going to get a few more pictures for him. I need to get them done asap so I can get his letter sent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-900153817340208346?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/900153817340208346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=900153817340208346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/900153817340208346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/900153817340208346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/02/pictures-for-your-wondering-eye.html' title='Pictures for your wondering eye'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ansji_wUBiY/TVil5nmxfBI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/hwQrinZMpZg/s72-c/Freshman%2BYear%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-6701522817552703044</id><published>2011-02-03T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T19:54:50.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Wonderful updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First things first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TU4YwMYyghI/AAAAAAAAAvo/nRN5kHVfSyQ/s200/Celeste%2BLee.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570417005341868562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited for this girl! Her name is Celeste Lee. She has been my best friend for 15 years. I love her to death and I am so incandescently happy right now because of some information that I received from her about two hours ago. She is only going to be Celeste &lt;i&gt;Lee&lt;/i&gt; for two more moths. On April 12, 2011 in the Draper, UT temple she will become married for all time and eternity to this man.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TU4YwNQ6GDI/AAAAAAAAAvw/W6IGJh1xxp0/s1600/Tyler%2BGoodrich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TU4YwNQ6GDI/AAAAAAAAAvw/W6IGJh1xxp0/s200/Tyler%2BGoodrich.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570417005577246770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tyler Goodrich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I about screamed my head off when I got her text! aaaahhhhh!!! I am still so excited! I wish I was with her right now so I could jump up and down in excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now on to the rest of the post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I don't know about you but I sure have had some awesome weekends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;I went to Dance in Concert. This was the show that Contemporary Dance Theater (CDT formally known as Dancer's Company) put on. I had a couple numbers that I wanted to mention.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TU3_LV86VFI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Jxkmll6wtNI/s320/BYU%2BCDT.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570388884463440978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Barefootin'. Just a fun dance that celebrated dance as dance and the fun that comes with moving your body.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Prey. This piece was restaged by Kate Monson. She is a good friend of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; Nesha Woodhouse who is the Artistic Director at Lifehouse Performing Arts Academy. Kate is the co-director for CDT. She has done Prey before. Prey was choreographed by 4 time Bessie Award winner (kind of a big deal if you didn't know that) Bebe Miller. She came to BYU and cleaned it and told them what it was about. The dance started out with my friend Evan making a cawing noise. Then everyone else joined in. Finally it stopped and the piece kept goin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;g. It sounds kind of crazy but it was the most life changing and stunning piece I have seen in a while. The piece was about how people are just li&lt;/span&gt;ke animals. Through the eyes of some the business world is very animal like. Sometimes we are the ones being hunted and closed down and other times we are the ones doing the hunting and pushing others down. People just sit and watch and don't do anything about these things in our world going on. The most powerful part in the piece for me was when a girl named Courtney climbed on top of Brandon Roach. She started just slowly pushing him down and after a time she had pushed him down totally to the ground. He had a look on his face during that time that just read help me but those that were on the stage were just sitting or standing around looking right at what was going on. This piece was stunning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Empty Chairs. The number was about a family that had a child go in the different direction then they had raised her to be. The dance had chairs being used duri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;ng the whole dance and it represented something different each time someone would touch it, sit on it, stand on it or anything like that. There is a trio part in the dance where three girls dressed all in white are going around and two of them are trying to g&lt;/span&gt;et the third one to cooperate. You could feel the frustration of one of the girls (mother figure) and the comfort from another as she was helping the frustrated dancer (mother figure) cope. You could feel the hope at the end when they all came together. It was beautiful and powerful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TU3_LcdurzI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/mhqbTsA_YI4/s320/Nichole%2BVan%2BWorkshop.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570388886211702578" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday I went to rehearsal at 10:00 for my percussive footwork concert coming up. After rehearsal I went home and got ready for a photo shoot I was helping with. I was a model with my friends Anna Finneran and Kendra Smith for Nichole Van (she was my young womens advisor once upon a time). We had a blast so much! Here is a picture of me.... it was so freaking cold and crazy enough this was a test shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This last week I got a letter from Joseph Mohrman. I think I have read it at least a dozen or two times already. I miss him so much! Anyways -When I opened up the envelope I pulled out this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TU4O8s5rbTI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/HJwQWLzMkiI/s320/Freshman%2BYear%2B043.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570406225111903538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a fun card right? haha I like it. When I opened up the card there was nothing written in it. But that is okay because I got a letter instead so I was happy. I very much intend to keep this card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Christmas I got this book from a good friend of mine. It is so.... well.... awesome. It is a book that has all of the little things in life that make living so great! I needed this book. It has brought back my happiness that I had lost for a time. I recommend looking at the site... &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.1000awesomethings.com"&gt;www.1000awesomethings.com&lt;/a&gt; it will make your day so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TU4EO4sfh_I/AAAAAAAAAuw/axq87FPifJU/s320/Freshman%2BYear%2B045.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570394442887563250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my food cupboard. Deanna made the pictures. Our kitchen is decked out in these. I love it so much! I am Clarkceratops in the apartment. Don't ask. It is a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; long story. We love dinosaurs in our apartment because of a skit that Divine Comedy did back in September. It was about random callings that people would get. Dinosaur and Dinosaur Hunter were two of them. That should explain some of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TU4GMB3DuDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/vOTiMtL-tmg/s320/Freshman%2BYear%2B040.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570396592831445042" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Tiffany's (my roommate) birthday we made her a cake! Because of the whole dinosaur thing we made her the dinosaur and Deanna and I (her roommates) along with two of our friends are the stick figures. I know how to make fondant now. I think it tastes good but no one else really does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TU4EPQ4bdSI/AAAAAAAAAu4/wLktb5FW5rQ/s320/Freshman%2BYear%2B016.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570394449380078882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture of the HBLL. I probably should spend a lot more time in that building than I do. But nonetheless -great building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TU4EOiLKYfI/AAAAAAAAAuo/tmhd372G5MU/s320/Freshman%2BYear%2B030.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570394436842185202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been so cold lately! Oh my goodness! This is a picture of Tiffany and I coming out of our PS 100 lab (Physical Science). We were freezing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TU4EOUvr_XI/AAAAAAAAAug/fp5BfABz6h0/s320/Freshman%2BYear%2B029.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570394433237286258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BYU Men's Volleyball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Hottie is number 13... Robbie Stowell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We played UCLA last night and tonight and we won both nights!! BAM BABY!!! I love Volleyball oh so much. It was so hot to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TU4GMXjsHuI/AAAAAAAAAvI/BK_gTu5TOZM/s320/Freshman%2BYear%2B066.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570396598655786722" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, that's my post. I am so excited about life! It is... &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-6701522817552703044?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/6701522817552703044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=6701522817552703044&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6701522817552703044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6701522817552703044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/02/wonderful-updates.html' title='Wonderful updates'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TU4YwMYyghI/AAAAAAAAAvo/nRN5kHVfSyQ/s72-c/Celeste%2BLee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-457890658503810135</id><published>2011-01-28T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:25:39.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering the nights events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A good thing is happening tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dance In Concert is tonight. You are probably wondering what that is right? Well. It is the concert that Contemporary Dance Theater does every year. Why is this a good thing?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because dancing rocks. I will give a review when I come back from it. YAYAYAYAYAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. I am just a little excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-457890658503810135?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/457890658503810135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=457890658503810135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/457890658503810135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/457890658503810135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/01/wondering-nights-events.html' title='Wondering the nights events'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-5320741515406355960</id><published>2011-01-22T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T16:25:35.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondered why people are themselves? Yeah. Me too.</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in my apartment alone right now. I was going to go apartment shopping with my friend Anna who I am going to room with for the spring/summer term but she ended up not able to do that today. I also need to practice for tomorrow. I am singing a duet with Nick Sales in Sacrament tomorrow. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I was going to go with Anna today and then practice the song tonight I turned down a date. I feel kind of bad because this kid is a very nice guy. He wanted to go to the Irish Dancing concert with me. I would have loved to go..... I kind of didn't want to at the same time though. He is the type of person that is very talented, super smart, a little prideful, but extremely nice. He sings everywhere he goes.... constantly. I know he loves it and he has a great voice and all but it gets a little annoying after awhile. I can only be around him for so long with out being annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have any advice for me? I don't know how to handle these situations very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-5320741515406355960?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/5320741515406355960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=5320741515406355960&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5320741515406355960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5320741515406355960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/01/wondered-why-people-are-themselves-yeah.html' title='Wondered why people are themselves? 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Me too.'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-4186410511278958133</id><published>2011-01-17T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:02:24.373-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><title type='text'>The Wonders of Teeth and a Dentist</title><content type='html'>I love the dentist... on most occasions.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an appointment today... well in like 45 minutes. I usually don't get nervous about going to the dentist but I am talking to him about my wisdom teeth today. Wisdom teeth business just freaks me out. I kind of don't want to get them out. Actually let me rephrase that. &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I DO NOT IN NO WAY WANT TO GET THEM OUT!&lt;/i&gt; I really don't want to deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is one problem however by not getting them taken out. My mouth is actually quite small. You wouldn't be able to tell by what noise level usually comes out of it but it is true. My molars are progressively getting more and more hard to floss. I rarely do because I can never get the floss in between my molars. They are so close and jammed together that even if I do get the floss in it when I try and take it back out it will usually break. I hate this. Because I can't floss I always get cavities. I only get them in between my teeth and it is rare if they are anywhere other than in my molars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it weren't for the money it costs to get them taken care of each time that I have a cavity I wouldn't be as disconcerting with this issue. I am going to see what would happen if we let my wisdom teeth just grow in. I think they are going in pretty well because I have only had two days where I have had toothaches because of (what I believe would be) my wisdom teeth. I just hope everything goes well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I won't need to get them taken out and I will only need spacers and/or braces. I could live with that. I wouldn't need to have them on that long because my teeth are relatively straight. An uncommon thing it seems for the Clark family. I am the only girl that hasn't had braces and I actually would be quite surprised if it actually came down to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-4186410511278958133?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/4186410511278958133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=4186410511278958133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4186410511278958133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4186410511278958133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/01/wonders-of-teeth-and-dentist.html' title='The Wonders of Teeth and a Dentist'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-4893764521837967549</id><published>2011-01-11T07:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T07:15:46.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is found!</title><content type='html'>I found my phone!! Hurray! There isn't a battery or a back on it but that's okay. I have the phone. I will be going to T-Mobile later today to get a new battery and back for my phone. I am very happy I have insurance on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-4893764521837967549?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/4893764521837967549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=4893764521837967549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4893764521837967549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4893764521837967549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-is-found.html' title='It is found!'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-6351395374547075191</id><published>2011-01-10T17:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:30:59.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated to the max</title><content type='html'>I want my phone!!! I am getting so frustrated! &lt;div&gt;I lost my phone on Friday at the Richards Building... outside mind you. Well, I figured out like two minutes later that I had left it and went back to get it... making me late to work by like a half hour. Despite me going back asap and looking everywhere for it, it was no where to be found. I cleaned out my car and all of my bags to see if I had maybe put it in there some how and didn't see it or remember that I had done so. no luck. I went into the building twice that day and checked with them but nothing was there. I had to wait &lt;i&gt;all stinking weekend&lt;/i&gt; to go to the University lost and found to see if it was there. I went there today to see if it was there but no luck there either! I am going to go in a minute to see if it showed up at the Richards Building over the weekend or something. If it isn't there I will go to the T-mobile store and talk to them tomorrow. I just want my phone back. I don't want to loose it totally and indefinitely. That would not be fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very frustrated with this situation. the. end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-6351395374547075191?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/6351395374547075191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=6351395374547075191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6351395374547075191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6351395374547075191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/01/frustrated-to-max.html' title='Frustrated to the max'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-4381795922649309362</id><published>2011-01-06T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T15:55:42.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explain what?</title><content type='html'>My Mom put something on my family blog (you can look at it &lt;a href="http://mcclarkies.blogspot.com/2011/01/kaitlins-gig.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and so I have to explain.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At BYU there is a club called the International Folk Dance Club. It is the longest standing and working club at BYU. It has been there for 50 years now. The cool thing about this though, is there are teams to try out for and you will perform at the end of the semester. The touring teams PAC (Performing Arts Company- now World Dance Company) and Back-up are the main teams during the Fall Semester. SPAC (Spring version of PAC) is the main company during Winter semester while PAC is touring. This tends to be a lot of the members of the back-up team and then some. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next team under these teams is called 2RB. 2 for the time slot and RB for what building. 9 and 10 Wisk are in the Wilkinson Center and are about the same level of difficulty. 8 Wisk and 1 Wisk are the same as well. Only 8 Wisk is offered during the Winter semester and 1 Wisk is offered in the Fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the Fall semester they had the auditions for those that were already on a team to go higher or on to one that would work better with their schedule (sometimes the case). 2RB was almost filled up at the end of these auditions. They had one spot for a guy and three spots for girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, last night I auditioned for a team on kind of a whim. I wanted to at least let them see my face and know who I was even if I couldn't get on a team. I was confident that I would get on a team of some sort but the only one that I could get on that worked with my schedule was 2RB. Yeah.... like I was really going to get on it right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went and had fun last night. We learned a part of the Ukraine National Dance the Hopak and that was super fun. We also learned a dance that they performed in World of Dance/Christmas Around the world that was only the girls doing it. It is full of foot work. I love this dance and I caught on pretty dang well. Well we started learning an Israeli combination when Greg (one of the teachers) pulled me aside and wanted to talk to me. I didn't really think much of it but I went off to the side with him and I saw in his hand a card that said 2RB!!!! He said to me, "Congratulations! We would love to have you on our 2RB team this semester!" I just said thank you and that I was excited to be apart of this, but inside.... AAAAAAHHHHH!!!! I was one of &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;THREE &lt;/i&gt;girls that made it that night! I am am so excited! I start my first tomorrow. As of right now, I am on the second highest ranking Folk Team at BYU for the semester while PAC is on tour and SPAC (basically the back-up team) is the top company!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that is the cool thing I had to explain. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-4381795922649309362?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/4381795922649309362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=4381795922649309362&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4381795922649309362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4381795922649309362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/01/explain-what.html' title='Explain what?'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-8918506677711087487</id><published>2011-01-03T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:35:17.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Posting</title><content type='html'>Things around work are pretty boring right now. We haven't been doing anything really because the corrections (which I do) were on hold. Now they can't be done because Sarah Franz (my boss) just had a baby and doesn't work here any more. I am getting really annoyed. I just want to do something at work that is productive. I don't have anything to do today because no one is here either. What to do what to do what to do.... blog right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I got a calling yesterday. Yes, I was a Relief Society Instructor but I was released yesterday. Our Home Evening Groups were switched up and I ended up being called as the Group Leader to group 5. The weird thing about this calling is that I was talking with my friend Patty about being able to get to home evening. I work until 7 every night and I didn't know what was going to happen with every one else. I didn't want to not go because it is something that has helped me get as far as I have.  Then five minutes later I was called to this position. Wow. It all works out.  Now I just have to come up with some things to do for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Christmas was great! It was fun to be with Dave and Tana with there little babes Ansleigh. Loved seeing them again. I got a lot of things and I appreciated everything! The ipod from Lindsey and Hans has already helped me with choreography. I got a $25 itunes card and got some great music already. I got a new Bible (which I needed very much), books, clothes, car things from Jess and Jen (which was what I also needed), and much more. I missed my roommates a lot all through the break. Even though I loved being able to relax and hang with some old friends, I am ready for school to start back up tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to come back to my apartment. I was happy to sleep in a bed again. haha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-8918506677711087487?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/8918506677711087487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=8918506677711087487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8918506677711087487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8918506677711087487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-posting.html' title='Random Posting'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-1884711034735060167</id><published>2010-12-27T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:07:38.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra Extra I got to pay for it!</title><content type='html'>Being a dancer definitely has its pros and cons.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just bought my books for Winter Semester. I had two packets, one pallet text book, and a reading book. I don't know what I need for my other religion class (Book of Mormon and LDS Marriage and Family) but so far that is all I had to buy. My total was less than $100! This is crazy! Everyone will be very jealous that my books don't cost that much... little do they know however is that I have to actually pay for much more. I have a lot of clothes and shoes that I have to pay for. I need to get new tap shoes for example. They cost at least $65.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clothes are worth it though. I love having them because I go through them incredibly fast. Books. Love me some cheap ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-1884711034735060167?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/1884711034735060167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=1884711034735060167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1884711034735060167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1884711034735060167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/12/extra-extra-i-got-to-pay-for-it.html' title='Extra Extra I got to pay for it!'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-1596470294940258447</id><published>2010-12-22T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:29:02.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To love the break, or not. That is the question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semester Break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not like you very much. I honestly don't know how to respond to all of the snow and the power outages we have had with in the past &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;days! &lt;/i&gt;It is quite frustrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not like that I can't see my grades yet. Snow College and UVU have already gotten theirs but I don't get mine until the 29th or so. I hope I did okay. I am mostly just worried about my History 220 class. That class was only based on three essay tests. I didn't do very hot on the second one.... or the first for that matter. I just hope I did a lot better on the final to bring up my grade. I hate it because I am so not a writer. I write how I speak for the most part and that is a down fall to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not like getting up early on a break. Unfortunately, I have a lot of family that helps me get up by just being up... The couch is very comfortable however so I don't mind all that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah... that is pretty much it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-1596470294940258447?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/1596470294940258447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=1596470294940258447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1596470294940258447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1596470294940258447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-love-break-or-not-that-is-question.html' title='To love the break, or not. That is the question.'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-8869304726081316294</id><published>2010-12-19T19:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:14:38.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>The friends that I posted about before have not changed a whole lot. There is one however that I am very disappointed with....&lt;div&gt;Nichole (name change as an obvious sign), I want to shake her and just say, "WAKE UP! You know better than this! You were raised correctly, not like this. Get back to church on a weekly basis! Stop letting your boyfriend go into your room and stop going into his! It isn't right. You know that. Where is the girl I knew during the summer? Because you aren't that girl anymore. You can do better than him and he can do better than you." I am so happy that I have the honor code at BYU because it helps me to continue living how I have been taught. I am happy to know however that I don't need it. My parents have taught me well and they have helped me get the desire to live righteously. I don't know if I should even continue being this girls friend because she has dumped me for this guy... whatever happened to sisters before misters?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-8869304726081316294?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/8869304726081316294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=8869304726081316294&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8869304726081316294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8869304726081316294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/12/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-181249499242547359</id><published>2010-12-17T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:46:21.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in your wallet??</title><content type='html'>I have many a bags. Which bag do you want to know about?&lt;div&gt;Purse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;An assorted count of pens and pencils&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hymnal but I am not sure why exactly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Velvet Tuberose lotion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hand sanitizer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wallet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My pink (fruity and bright) perfume! Love it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tylenol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ibuprofen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deodorant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mints&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tissues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lipstick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lip balm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eye drops (one for contacts and one for just my eyes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keys usually (if not in my pocket)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phone usually (if not in my pocket)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and.... A rubber ducky!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance bag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well I don't have a dance bag right now. I need a duffel bag really bad. But I will tell you as &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;soon as I get get one. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-181249499242547359?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/181249499242547359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=181249499242547359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/181249499242547359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/181249499242547359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-in-your-wallet.html' title='What&apos;s in your wallet??'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-7374539562976764040</id><published>2010-12-11T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:24:54.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Craving What?</title><content type='html'>I crave music. I crave Cafe Rio. I crave my happy moments that I have recently lost.&lt;div&gt;I have been craving water all day. I also have been craving soda lately, which makes me really mad. I hadn't had any since I moved in until Thanksgiving. I was so proud of myself. I don't have money to buy it so I don't buy it then I don't crave it. I have been craving it so much lately and I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get many cravings very often. Wonder what I will crave when I am married and get pregnant. haha What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-7374539562976764040?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/7374539562976764040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=7374539562976764040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7374539562976764040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7374539562976764040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/12/youre-craving-what.html' title='You&apos;re Craving What?'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-2725052778953052824</id><published>2010-12-09T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:59:48.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special</title><content type='html'>What makes me special? Well, now that is a good question.....&lt;div&gt;I don't know and right now I don't want to think about why I am special. I am too down in the dumps..... GR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-2725052778953052824?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2725052778953052824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=2725052778953052824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2725052778953052824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2725052778953052824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/12/special.html' title='Special'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-8283687070585930036</id><published>2010-11-29T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:43:30.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a visit to my happy place.</title><content type='html'>There are some certain places that I would love to go to right now. They just always make me happy.... or they did when I was there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TPRDpF0RTMI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0JfXW7Rqbag/s1600/Huntington%2BBeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TPRDpF0RTMI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0JfXW7Rqbag/s320/Huntington%2BBeach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545131414415035586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huntington Beach, California. So amazing! It was beautiful and I had never seen the beach before so going there was a definite treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TPRDo8nLWRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/v5XuyznSSwg/s1600/Ferris%2BWheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TPRDo8nLWRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/v5XuyznSSwg/s320/Ferris%2BWheel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545131411944200466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland/California Adventure -More specifically the ferris wheel at California Adventure. I went on it with Spencer but when we were on it they were testing the Wonderful World of Color. That was a treat to see because they do it right by the ferris wheel. So much fun! That whole day at Disneyland was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would love to go back to high school some days. That is for sure! I need to get away from finals stress that will be hitting even harder at the end of the week... that is for sure. High school brought a lot of happy days to my life. I kind of want them back. This semester has been kind of a downer mostly. Fun, don't get me wrong, but kind of an emotional roller coaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lifehouse... I love that place. Always. No question. It makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My happy place though is in my dancing mind. I can just go there and everything is hunky dory. Can I go there now instead of being at work?? or having to deal with finals or cleaning checks??  haha I love it but it can get overwhelming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-8283687070585930036?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/8283687070585930036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=8283687070585930036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8283687070585930036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8283687070585930036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-need-visit-to-my-happy-place.html' title='I need a visit to my happy place.'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TPRDpF0RTMI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0JfXW7Rqbag/s72-c/Huntington%2BBeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-226300799190638137</id><published>2010-11-29T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T07:32:14.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 years come and gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was reading a blog that a friend of my sister's has. I read what she did when she had her birthday and I thought it was a great idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year was full of so much jam pack stuff -good and bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; meant me being a legal adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; was when I graduated from High School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; lead me to going on Choir Tour. We went to Anaheim, California. This was the first time I had ever been to California, seen the ocean, been to an actual beach, and been to Disneyland (which truly is the happiest place on earth)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; brought me to getting to know one of my best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; lead me to have a boyfriend that I had longer than two weeks, and am still friends with. I personally don't count the other two... Tyler Nicosia and Neal Pemberton only lasted about two weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; had me getting into BYU-Provo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; was when I got accepted into the Dance Education Major at BYU-Provo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; was when I finished paying off my first car &lt;i&gt;by my self!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; gave me my job at BYU Independent Studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; was when I became a dance teacher at my old dance studio Lifehouse Performing Arts Academy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved being &lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt;, as hard as this last year has been on me emotionally, it really was a treat for me. I had enough bad/hard times but I would rather not look back on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19&lt;/b&gt; what do you have to offer me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-226300799190638137?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/226300799190638137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=226300799190638137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/226300799190638137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/226300799190638137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/18-years-come-and-gone.html' title='18 years come and gone'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-4796526850188020817</id><published>2010-11-29T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T07:14:52.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I to marry?</title><content type='html'>Well. This would be a whole lot easier if I actually was dating someone or if I was actually married.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a few people that I would love to marry but honestly, I don't know who it will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom and my sister would want me to say a certain boy named *Nick* (name has been changed for my own good) but right now I just want to get through school. I am not really ready to think about marriage. I &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; got out of high school. Why do I feel like everyone is rushing me to start dating? I &lt;i&gt;just &lt;/i&gt;got out of a relationship and I don't want my heart broken again to soon. Why would I do that to myself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know who I will marry. I guess I will answer that when I actually thinking about getting married... so in other words -ask me in a couple years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-4796526850188020817?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/4796526850188020817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=4796526850188020817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4796526850188020817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4796526850188020817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-am-i-to-marry.html' title='Who am I to marry?'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-2020760318899174539</id><published>2010-11-23T20:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:50:57.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicknames</title><content type='html'>Nicknames are fun. Some can be embarrassing but they are mostly fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katy: All around nickname but not a lot of people call me it. It is mostly said by Lexi, Spencer, Ben, and my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katy-did: Jason, my oldest brother, started calling me this when I was born. We lived in Indiana where Cicadas are called Katy-did's out there. Katy came to Katy-did when he looked at me because I looked like a bug. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wheeze: My papa calls me this all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Squirt: Jason,once again, calls me Squirt. I am the squirt of the family so it makes sense for him to call me this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katybug: A few of my friends went on a stint of calling me this during jr. high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I don't have a lot of them. hm. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-2020760318899174539?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2020760318899174539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=2020760318899174539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2020760318899174539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2020760318899174539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-3785045445354282659</id><published>2010-11-22T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:24:10.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans, Dreams and Goals</title><content type='html'>I have a lot planned for this week! Actually for the rest of the semester in reality. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up is driving down to Snow College tonight and then back to Elk Ridge tomorrow afternoon. I am watching the weather don't worry. The storm isn't supposed to hit the Nephi area until like 7 pm on Tuesday. It is clear for the rest of today and through the night. I am staying the night at Lexi Brown's apartment and we are going to party hardy all night long and then come back up in my car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next on the agenda is having a good birthday on Wednesday. I can't believe that I am going to be 19 years old. That just seems so weird to me. I don't know why but it is. After last year, I want to have a birthday that I won't forget! 19 feels like a big deal for some reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving! I am planing on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday is going to be a night with Celeste Lee, Christy Pray, and possibly Celeste's boyfriend Tyler. Christy asked Celeste and I to be her bridesmaids for her wedding and we are super excited. We are going to talk about her reception and catch up on each others lives and what not! I am longing for this night to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday will be another girls night. This one will be two other friends of mine Ashley Smith, and Lindsay Fulton! We are wanting to get together because we miss each other very much. I love these two girls and can't wait to see them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December plans and goals are to finish my FIRST SEMESTER OF COLLEGE!! Yahoo! That seems so crazy to me at this moment that I will be that much closer to getting my degree. Yeah I know I have like four to five more years here but I am taking it bit by bit and so far, so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long term goals are things like getting my degree from BYU. I plan to make the Dance Education Major turn from a 5 year program to 4 or 4 1/2 years. I plan to take Spring and Summer classes to do my generals that way really. Another goal- find a rocking apartment that I love for the Spring/Summer terms to see if I want to live there for the Fall. I have a couple that are on my list so far and can't wait to keep looking and what not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting married and raising a family. No not just married, but married to someone worthy of his priesthood. He will want to take me to the &lt;i&gt;temple&lt;/i&gt; and start a family with me&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; That is my ultimate goal. I know that getting my degree is on the high priority list at the moment and that is okay with me. I don't want to get married super early. I want to get married to the right man who will treat me with respect and treat my children with respect as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Become a dance teacher. I am pretty much there on this one. I got a job at my old dance studio and I am loving every minute of it so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least- be financially stable for my whole life. I need to be better at managing my money. I am doing a pretty dang good job in my opinion but there is always room for improvement. It can only get better right?? Well let's hope. I want to be financially stable enough in my life, single and married, to be able to go on a mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-3785045445354282659?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/3785045445354282659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=3785045445354282659&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/3785045445354282659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/3785045445354282659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/plans-dreams-and-goals.html' title='Plans, Dreams and Goals'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-5584206096038826053</id><published>2010-11-22T14:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:54:26.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why switch lives?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who would I want to switch lives with for a day? I have never really thought about switching my life to live in someone else's shoes. In reality this question wants me to say, I hate my life and I want to live this person's life because the grass looks greener. But it isn't the case for me. I think my grass looks greener at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is going so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am turning 19 on Wednesday. As weird as that seems to me to be an adult (yeah... 18 didn't really count until I moved out) and as much as I am kind of fighting it, I am now starting to get excited. I get to be with my family &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; friends on my birthday. I am one of the lucky Freshman because my family lives so close. I can see them almost any time. Another plus about my birthday... It is around Thanksgiving so my friends will all be home! YAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am dancing everyday. Not just three times a week for hours on end, but every day for hours on end and I love it! I can do what I want and I can become better in an environment that I grew up dancing in. How is that not lucky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am an aunt to 23 wonderful nieces and Nephews and still more to come. I love them so much- even the &lt;i&gt;old ones&lt;/i&gt; aka Caleb, Daniel, and Jared. They are like my own children. Hopefully I can take the lessons of being around them as they grow and as my siblings teach their children into my own teaching as a mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have the gospel in my life and have had the opportunity to be a teacher in Relief Society and have wonderful teachers and leaders that have helped me gain the testimony that I hold dear to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See these are just a few, literally a few, things that make me happy to live in my own shoes. I guess I wouldn't really want to switch lives with anyone for a day. Not even a celebrity because I think I have the better life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-5584206096038826053?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/5584206096038826053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=5584206096038826053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5584206096038826053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5584206096038826053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-switch-lives.html' title='Why switch lives?'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-1798814047012898231</id><published>2010-11-19T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:02:40.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another side of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am supposed to put up &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; picture of myself? Okay then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last picture I put up of myself was just of me smiling... Here is one that says who I really am. A Dance Education Major in the making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was taken by Elise Williams. I was bored today during work so I took it and added my own little Photoshop flare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TOcP3ue12lI/AAAAAAAAAtA/6RcV-gtqQ5g/s1600/Photoshoot%2Bwith%2BElise%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TOcP3ue12lI/AAAAAAAAAtA/6RcV-gtqQ5g/s320/Photoshoot%2Bwith%2BElise%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541415316547295826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-1798814047012898231?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/1798814047012898231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=1798814047012898231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1798814047012898231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1798814047012898231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/yet-another-side-of-me.html' title='Yet another side of me'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TOcP3ue12lI/AAAAAAAAAtA/6RcV-gtqQ5g/s72-c/Photoshoot%2Bwith%2BElise%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-3947665847743207596</id><published>2010-11-19T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:59:17.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I don't have an ipod...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, seeing as I don't have an ipod, this is the closest thing... Grooveshark! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am supposed to put my ipod (gooveshark music) on shuffle and put the first 10 songs that pop up. This will be interesting since I have a lot of two artists and then some random songs thrown in there as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1: Heart Cooks Brain by Modest Mouse- I was recommended to listen to this song by Spencer. I like this song a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2:Sweet Chariot by Charlotte Martin- Danced to this song last year. Brings back good memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3:Nemo Egg (Main Title) from Finding Nemo- This song has a meaning to me that I don't want to explain. It is very personal and I miss those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4:Let the Rain by Sara Bareilles- Love love love this whole album! (Album is Kaleidescope Heart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5: Safety Dance from the show Glee- Yeah boy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6:Bluebird by Sara Bareilles- Yes I have a lot of her. She is my one of my favorite artists. Especially lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7:Float On by Modest Mouse- Also recommended by Spencer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8: The Best Two Years from the movie The Best Two Years- I used to think about David when I heard this song but now I think about Joseph because he is out there as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9: First Train Home by Imogen Heap - Another great song from another great album and another amazing artist! (Album is Eclipse- her most recent album)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10: Better Together (Hawaiian Version) by Jack Johnson - I found this one by mistake and I love it more than the original.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:) There you go! A small look into what music I love to listen to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-3947665847743207596?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/3947665847743207596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=3947665847743207596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/3947665847743207596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/3947665847743207596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-i-dont-have-ipod.html' title='Well, I don&apos;t have an ipod...'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-4792334778226902167</id><published>2010-11-19T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:56:34.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Familie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TOcACNchL4I/AAAAAAAAAs4/oFzw5sIvG_Q/s1600/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TOcACNchL4I/AAAAAAAAAs4/oFzw5sIvG_Q/s320/Family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541397904471699330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;James (papa), Christina (momma), Jason, Adam, Chelsey, Jess, Adrianne, Lindsey, Lance, David, Gillian, myself, and Ammon the stud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is my family for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The picture was taken at Gillian's wedding so this has her in her dress and her husband is in the picture as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-4792334778226902167?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/4792334778226902167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=4792334778226902167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4792334778226902167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4792334778226902167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/familie.html' title='Familie'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TOcACNchL4I/AAAAAAAAAs4/oFzw5sIvG_Q/s72-c/Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-3618867706104542557</id><published>2010-11-16T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:37:53.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to...</title><content type='html'>Writing a letter to someone that has hurt me recently -I don't really know who I would write a letter to. I have had some things happen where I was hurt but I don't like to hold grudges. I guess this will help me let go of one...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay Chant-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have hurt me in a way that is hard to repair. I felt emotionally abused in your class. You were a great teacher, but not for me. I did learn a lot from you but I didn't feel like you wanted me to learn. I don't know if you saw what I have to offer and how good I am. That doesn't matter anymore though, because I see it, the teachers there at Lifehouse saw it. Apparently I have talent because I got into the Dance Education major at BYU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You made me feel like I would never get there, well guess what? I did. I have learned more about how to hold my core in a contemporary class than I have in your class for the past four years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for those days where I would get something out of you. I know that I can turn and my turns, especially on pointe, got so much better because you helped me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I need from you now, is respect. I can only respect you when I feel like you have a shred of respect for me. I am at your level now as a teacher. I am no student of yours anymore and I need to be treated that way from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am letting go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaitlin Clark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-3618867706104542557?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/3618867706104542557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=3618867706104542557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/3618867706104542557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/3618867706104542557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/letter-to.html' title='Letter to...'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-3325762215737001390</id><published>2010-11-15T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T12:05:03.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My family lives in pretty different places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We go from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;Elk Ridge, Utah, we extend to Provo; Salt Lake City; Iowa City; Dayton, Ohio; Cherry Hill, NJ; Fairfax, VA; Tampa, FL; and Weisbaden, Germany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;We started the blog as a way to keep in contact with each other and to know what was going on. We have a family blog and then we all have our separate blogs. I don't really know why I started one but I am happy I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-3325762215737001390?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/3325762215737001390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=3325762215737001390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/3325762215737001390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/3325762215737001390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-blog.html' title='Why Blog?'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-1108175340914806351</id><published>2010-11-10T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:27:21.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed with Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a lot of friends that I wrote down for this day. Pictures of my friends and I... Well I decided to mix it up a bit. Here are the friends that I have been close to for a while or are just getting to get to know them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First up-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trace Marriott.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He isn't that much of a Cowboy as he looks, I promise. ;) He is from Salt Lake City. He got his mission call to Argentina and goes into the MTC the beginning of March. I will miss him very much. He has become a great friend who I can tell anything to and I appreciate that. He is the 11th child of 11... Big family... sound familiar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsyOofGYdI/AAAAAAAAAso/g4vk1z8sGZo/s320/Trace%2BMarriott.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538075393749574098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next we have.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joseph Mohrman!&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken (obviously) at our high school graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is currently in the Netherlands on a mission. He just got on Monday. I miss him dearly. He was one of those guys that made me feel so much better about myself no matter what. He always encouraged me to do what was right. He was actually the one that told me that I would be married before he got back from his mission. He then would add, "I hope not because you want to go on a mission, and I hope you can." He really has helped me get through a lot of things. We were able to go to the Temple and do baptisms. He did the actual ordinance himself and that was a day I will never forget. I can't wait until he gets back from his mission so we can play again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNs1Y1eSNII/AAAAAAAAAsw/ZLfjkyuC0Io/s320/Joseph%2BMohrman%2Band%2BI.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538078867569390722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My roommates!&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Yeates and Deanna Cardwell&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken during Halloween weekend. So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;When I moved to Provo I had no idea what was going to go down between me and my two roommates. We never had met each other before but we clicked with in the first day! We have many many inside jokes and I love it! I will never forget these girls.They have been amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsyOUqeqyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/SzEJawd3EDc/s1600/Tiffany%2BYeates%2Band%2BDeanna%2BCardwell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsyOUqeqyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/SzEJawd3EDc/s320/Tiffany%2BYeates%2Band%2BDeanna%2BCardwell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538075388428593954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spencer Kearl Ericksen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was of us during the 4th of July weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes we used to date and things were hard after we had to break up but we are at a place where we are great friends. He makes me laugh all of the time just by saying little things. His friendship is more important to me than anything that we had when we were dating. I think he is a great guy. He is a percussionist and down at Snow College on a scholarship. So yeah, I am glad we are friends now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsyOASWZdI/AAAAAAAAAsY/uatpJWfHMo4/s1600/Spencer%2BKearl%2BEricksen%2Band%2BI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsyOASWZdI/AAAAAAAAAsY/uatpJWfHMo4/s320/Spencer%2BKearl%2BEricksen%2Band%2BI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538075382958679506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah Clark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was taken in Seattle outside of the Museum of Flight. We were on Choir tour (junior year for me) and we were messing around with the bust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What to say about this girl?! Sarah is a doll. She has helped me through so much. I have had a lot of things go down and she was there to help me every time. When Ammon (my brother) was going through all of the surgeries I had a really hard day where I just completely broke down and she was there to help me. I really appreciate her and all that she has done for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsu0js9gMI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/mUf1dlP1TuM/s1600/Sarah%2BClark%2Band%2BI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsu0js9gMI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/mUf1dlP1TuM/s320/Sarah%2BClark%2Band%2BI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538071647254053058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel Ranae Fitzgerald&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of her Senior pictures. Beautiful right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Practically my sister. We are best friends. Funny memories at dance. We have danced together since 2005 and loved it every minute of it! She wants to come to BYU as well. I am behind her 100% no matter where she wants to go. Though.... I hope she gets in because then we would be dancing together at college. She also wants to do stuff with a dancing degree. I am proud of her no matter what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsuz3Ov6SI/AAAAAAAAAsI/nX8kTUAhCn0/s1600/Rachel%2BFitzgerald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsuz3Ov6SI/AAAAAAAAAsI/nX8kTUAhCn0/s320/Rachel%2BFitzgerald.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538071635316173090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jessica Purdy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was taken at dance one day. I couldn't dance because of my walking boot and we just were having fun before class even started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Broken Ballerina. She is the other girl at Lifehouse that &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; got hurt. She is a beautiful dancer and I miss her guts! She is a Freshman in High School right now. haha Jessica. We have many inside jokes..... ex: I just kicked a box of babies. She is a sister of mine, not just some friend to add to the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsuznnw8uI/AAAAAAAAAsA/PEF9lx2XiIk/s1600/Jessie%2Band%2BI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsuznnw8uI/AAAAAAAAAsA/PEF9lx2XiIk/s320/Jessie%2Band%2BI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538071631126131426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matt Doane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was taken on Matt's phone. We had gone around making chalk drawings all over Wyview for FHE and we got each others faces with the chalk. That was fun. Very fun. you probably can't even tell that we are COVERED in chalk. I would not have missed this night for the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is my home teacher and is in my FHE group as well. I feel like I can tell him anything. We go on walks all of the time. It is nice. I can just be open with him about anything. I cherish that in a person. He is hilarious! I don't know what I would do with out him as a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsuzd7-duI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VdWCbwGF1og/s1600/Matt%2BDoane%2Band%2BI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsuzd7-duI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VdWCbwGF1og/s320/Matt%2BDoane%2Band%2BI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538071628526548706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jerika Hiatt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My other Broken Ballerina. She is the one with the rib sticking out... it is called her Ezma (from Emperors New Groove) boob. Think about it.... it makes sense. I didn't come up with it either -some one else did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jerika is just like Jessica. We have inside jokes, we play, we laugh, we cry, we get hurt. haha She is a Sophomore in High School at Payson High (See, proof that Payson does have some good haha j/k ;D ) and is on the Dance Company there. I am proud of her accomplishments and hope for her to keep succeeding in everything she does. She is a sister not just a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsuZKnkgGI/AAAAAAAAArw/eRPoWTDsk0Q/s1600/Jerika%2Band%2BI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsuZKnkgGI/AAAAAAAAArw/eRPoWTDsk0Q/s320/Jerika%2Band%2BI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538071176664088674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celeste Lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was taken on our way to our competition in Branson, MO our Sophomore year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;15 years. &lt;/span&gt;Enough said. I don't know what else I would say besides that. We grew up dancing together and are now both in the dance majors at BYU. I am at Provo and she is at Idaho unfortunately... :( I am happy for her though, BYU-I is a good school and it is where she needed to be. I miss her very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsuYXdPD7I/AAAAAAAAAro/67pb0RX5DKw/s1600/Celeste%2BLee%2Band%2BI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsuYXdPD7I/AAAAAAAAAro/67pb0RX5DKw/s320/Celeste%2BLee%2Band%2BI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538071162930532274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blaine Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know where this picture was taken. I just picked a random picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is a kid I have gotten to know very &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; well, and I am so glad! He is from New York. He is in my FHE group. He is just such a great guy. He knows what is right. It is hard some days to accept things as they are and he helps me see that it is okay and that things are going to get better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsuQ1rEP-I/AAAAAAAAArg/tE6PgI_rjzA/s1600/Blaine%2BJensen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsuQ1rEP-I/AAAAAAAAArg/tE6PgI_rjzA/s320/Blaine%2BJensen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538071033602654178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben Cowley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I know there are three of us in this picture. I needed one of Ben so I picked this one. It is pretty much my favorite picture. This was taken at the Senior Dinner Dance we had last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben.... OH Ben! What to say about him. He became one of my best friends my Senior of High School. He was there for me when others were not. He is a good guy and wants to help others. He is brilliant! He is an &lt;i&gt;amazing &lt;/i&gt;tenor. He goes to Snow College on a scholarship just like Spencer. He is there for a lot of things on a scholarship. Jealous. Very much. Love him to death!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsuQu_SxEI/AAAAAAAAArY/GK9dEJlbbp4/s1600/Ben%2BCowley%252C%2BLexi%2BBrown%2Band%2BI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsuQu_SxEI/AAAAAAAAArY/GK9dEJlbbp4/s320/Ben%2BCowley%252C%2BLexi%2BBrown%2Band%2BI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538071031808443458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;McKenna Meservy and Adrienne Clark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They took this picture themselves... it explains so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are my sisters as well. I miss dancing and goofing off with them. They have helped me get to where I am as a dancer right now. They have encouraged me so much to succeed. I can see them both having good futures in dance - actually in anything they ever do. They have the most determined minds. They can't be moved when they set their minds on something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsuMKCVtaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/39kLbnXBpuc/s1600/Adrienne%2Band%2BMcKenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsuMKCVtaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/39kLbnXBpuc/s320/Adrienne%2Band%2BMcKenna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538070953169630626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lexi Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;COLOR FEST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lexi has been with me since second grade. I am so lucky to have her. We always play when she is up in town. She goes to Snow College and is down there on a scholarship for singing. I am so happy for her to be down there. I love singing with her and just being around her. I am excited to go and spend the day at Snow this coming week and then spending my birthday with her. Thank you for always being there Lexi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsjRNy5zWI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ZtwHf_61P7Q/s1600/Lexi%2BBrown%2Band%2BI%2Bcolor%2Bfest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsjRNy5zWI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ZtwHf_61P7Q/s320/Lexi%2BBrown%2Band%2BI%2Bcolor%2Bfest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538058945450069346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those are just a handful of some of my closest friends that came to my head. Don't worry, if you aren't on the list, I promise I love you! Don't hate me. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-1108175340914806351?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/1108175340914806351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=1108175340914806351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1108175340914806351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1108175340914806351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/blessed-with-friends.html' title='Blessed with Friends'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNsyOofGYdI/AAAAAAAAAso/g4vk1z8sGZo/s72-c/Trace%2BMarriott.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-4665530311217551406</id><published>2010-11-05T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T14:38:15.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10- What's Your Song?</title><content type='html'>What do I listen to??&lt;div&gt;Oh here we go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canvas by Imogen Heap: Feeling mysterious and want to just dance around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Day from Finding Nemo: Adventurous feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncharted by Sara Bareilles: Feeling determined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aha! by Imogen Heap: Crazy and creepy days with the girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More Than The World by Mindy Gledhill: When I need a spiritual uplift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Dreamed a Dream from Glee: When I just want to plain sing and belt it out! So pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bluebird by Sara Bareilles: When I feel lonely and heart broken. Mostly heart broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nike Theme from Austin Powers apparently: When I am feeling saucy and want to just have it out in a jazz dance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna Get Over You by Sara Bareilles: The theme song of my life during September and October. Not so much now. Funny how things change and people change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Build a Home by The Cinematic Orchestra: Betrayed by some one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Radiate by Flemming and John: FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah those are just some of the songs I listen to and what is going on when I want to listen to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-4665530311217551406?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/4665530311217551406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=4665530311217551406&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4665530311217551406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4665530311217551406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-10-whats-your-song.html' title='Day 10- What&apos;s Your Song?'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-748840840324826141</id><published>2010-11-03T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:32:22.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9-Proud Moments</title><content type='html'>I have had some obvious moments that I have been proud of myself this past week (i.e. Dance Ed Major acceptance and getting a teaching job at my old dance studio).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some new ones are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-I woke up this morning and actually made it to my 8 am class. I think it will be a lot easier for me to wake up and go to a 7 am class (which I have next semester unless the music for dancers class opens up) because it will be a class that I actually want to go to. Getting up is hard for me most days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-I registered for my second semester as a Freshman this morning at midnight. I wanted to go to bed around 10:30 or 11:00 pm but I needed to get classes so I couldn't really do that. I got almost &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; of the classes I wanted though so it was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-I felt really good about my Book of Mormon test that I took last night. I hope I got a good score. I studied for &lt;i&gt;four freaking hours&lt;/i&gt;! It was worth it. I just need to keep telling myself that I only have McCarty (who isn't an actual Religion Professor by the way) for a few more weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4-I am working really hard in my dance classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5-I finished my first dance performance at BYU. That is something I am very proud of!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like proud of myself moments. I feel so much better about myself when I have them. I feel like I really can do anything when I have them. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-748840840324826141?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/748840840324826141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=748840840324826141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/748840840324826141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/748840840324826141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-9-proud-moments.html' title='Day 9-Proud Moments'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-2913875436208515595</id><published>2010-11-02T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T14:00:01.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8-My Short Term Goals</title><content type='html'>Oh this is a bother. I am not that good at making goals. I usually just make a list of things I need to do or things that are going on that I would like to get done but it isn't a "&lt;i&gt;I will get this done by this day because it is a goal I have.&lt;/i&gt;" I do make goals but they are usually long term goals I guess. For example: Getting into BYU and then my preferred major. They took time. October was just a get ready for the Audition month. I focused a lot on finishing the goal I had wanted to accomplish. I don't really do goals I guess is what I am saying. I really only have three goals for this month: Turn 19 (Wednesday November24, 2010), get a really good grade on my Book of Mormon test (taking it today), and pay off my debt to Lifehouse by becoming a teacher (starting next Tuesday November 9, 2010).&lt;div&gt;So instead here is a list of things that are going on this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to go to the So You Think You Can Dance Tour with my friend Heaven. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be turning 19 on the 24th of this Month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good number of my friends are leaving on their missions so I will be going to their Farewell's (oh sorry, talks before they leave on their mission haha).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a Dance performance every weekend this month. They started with the Faculty Works Concert last week. This week is the Ballet Showcase performance. Next week is Dance Sport as well as the DancEnsamble concert. The week before Thanksgiving is the Senior Projects performance. Crazy exciting! I want to got to everything so bad!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am going to be going to the Men's and Women's Choir concert this Saturday. I got the tickets for free from my friend  Erik Ward. He got two for being in it and was going to give them to his parents, but they bought tickets already so he gave them to my roommate Tiffany and I. It will be very good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be starting my new job at my old dance studio-&lt;a href="http://lifehouseacademy.com/"&gt;Lifehouse Performing Arts Academy&lt;/a&gt;. I just got the job today from Nesha (Artistic Director of the Company) and I am so crazy excited.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really have anything else that I can really think of. Goals... Not really my thing I guess. It kind of makes my life more hectic to have them. I concentrate on them way too much when I have them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-2913875436208515595?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2913875436208515595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=2913875436208515595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2913875436208515595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2913875436208515595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-8-my-short-term-goals.html' title='Day 8-My Short Term Goals'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-7097731116607579669</id><published>2010-11-02T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:20:29.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7- Brittany Moody Kuresa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who inspires me any why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gillian kind of already took mine and I feel the same way she does. Ammon is amazing and I love him very much. Take a look at &lt;a href="http://kevinandgillian.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-7-who-inspires-me-and-why.html"&gt;Gillian's blog&lt;/a&gt; for him. I will do another person because I can. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brittany Moody Kuresa-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNBvjmRYe3I/AAAAAAAAAqg/G6Tcxrlquco/s320/Brittany+Kuresa.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 307px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535046599397899122" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My old dance teacher. I had her for four years. I was blessed to have such a wonderful teacher. She has helped me along side of Nesha Woodhouse to become who I really want to be as a dancer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never really thought that I would be doing Dance Education as my major at BYU. Brittany helped me feel like I really could get somewhere with dance. I look up to her so much. Her advice and approval means the world to me. Her husband got a job at a law firm in Chicago so they moved out there. It was very bitter sweet to leave the studio but to leave her was even worse. I was leaving as well to take the next step in my life as a college student. I will never forget what she has taught me and I want to be just like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Brittany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have had a lasting impression on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-7097731116607579669?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/7097731116607579669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=7097731116607579669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7097731116607579669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7097731116607579669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-7-brittany-moody-kuresa.html' title='Day 7- Brittany Moody Kuresa'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNBvjmRYe3I/AAAAAAAAAqg/G6Tcxrlquco/s72-c/Brittany+Kuresa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-6102167145472893175</id><published>2010-11-02T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:20:46.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6-Iron Man I Guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My favorite Superhero.... Oh my I don't really know.&lt;div&gt;I guess if I have to pick it would be-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNBocuTahZI/AAAAAAAAAqY/b2c9jeVPxvc/s320/Iron+Man.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535038784713426322" /&gt;Iron Man! He is the bomb.com. He shows that anyone can be super. He made himself super by using his brain...&lt;div&gt;I really don't know. I just like him. He is cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-6102167145472893175?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/6102167145472893175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=6102167145472893175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6102167145472893175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6102167145472893175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-6.html' title='Day 6-Iron Man I Guess'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNBocuTahZI/AAAAAAAAAqY/b2c9jeVPxvc/s72-c/Iron+Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-6344731043621509987</id><published>2010-11-02T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:21:03.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5-Huntington Beach, California</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I told you I would get better... I just have a hard time finding time to do this. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNBnZUSpbAI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/mo_UTx0Ceno/s320/Huntington+Beach.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535037626679651330" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huntington Beach, California. I went to California for the first time in March for Choir Tour. We went to Huntington Beach that Saturday. It was the first time seeing the Ocean-ever. It was fantastic and I loved every minute of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-6344731043621509987?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/6344731043621509987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=6344731043621509987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6344731043621509987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6344731043621509987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-5.html' title='Day 5-Huntington Beach, California'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TNBnZUSpbAI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/mo_UTx0Ceno/s72-c/Huntington+Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-8206129353468529177</id><published>2010-10-29T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:25:12.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3-D241, Day 4- Habits I hate, &amp; Exciting News!</title><content type='html'>Day 3- A picture of me and my friends.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TMuazlZ_CgI/AAAAAAAAApo/BOF-7uqP91U/s1600/Freshman+year+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TMuazlZ_CgI/AAAAAAAAApo/BOF-7uqP91U/s320/Freshman+year+066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533686778159892994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of my friends in my Dance 241 class. This picture was taken on Thursday. We dressed up for Halloween and had a lot of fun. They are some of the greatest people I have ever met in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4- A habit I wish I didn't have.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my I have a lot of habits that I wish I didn't have. I wish I didn't have the habit of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; putting my clothes away when I first wash them. It just is more of a hassle for me to do when I don't do it rather when I put them away right from the beginning. But finding time to do that lately has been hard. I am glad that I just did it the other day. Oh how a clean room can make you feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note:&lt;br /&gt;I auditioned for the Dance Education Major at BYU today. It was so much fun! We have four different departments that we had to show in. We started with a bare in Ballet (flat thank heavens) and then we learned the combination that we could pick at the end to show in smaller groups.&lt;br /&gt;After the Ballet combination we did Ballroom. We learned a Samba and that was awesome! It was the first time I had ever done &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; Ballroom in my life! It was very fun. I like Ballroom.&lt;br /&gt;We learned a Hungarian Gypsy dance for the World Dance Department section. I ended up showing that one over the Contemporary combination we learned at the end. The Hungarian Gypsy dance was the easiest for me to pick up because it had a lot of rhythmic sections with the feet.... aka... I am a tapper for at least 11 years so rhythms are not that hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;We also learned a locomotor (across the floor) combination and we got to add our own little flare at the end with an air moment of our choice. I got a lot of air and it felt nice to just do a combo like that.&lt;br /&gt;We showed the piece we had chosen and then were excused until they posted the list of the Call backs, automatic in, and the we are sorry, try again, we would not like to see you do a solo lists. I did Dance Education and they wanted to see us do our own choreography so we all had to do a call back. I had changed my song because I needed one to just play with and have fun. I didn't want to worry so much about forgetting my choreography and totally bombing it. I improved my piece. It was good apparently.....&lt;br /&gt;I got in the major in short version. haha :) I just wanted to have fun and play today and I have worked so hard my whole life to do this. I am doing what I love to do. Dancing is everything in my life so making the major is just bliss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-8206129353468529177?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/8206129353468529177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=8206129353468529177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8206129353468529177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8206129353468529177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-3-and-4-w-exciting-news.html' title='Day 3-D241, Day 4- Habits I hate, &amp; Exciting News!'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TMuazlZ_CgI/AAAAAAAAApo/BOF-7uqP91U/s72-c/Freshman+year+066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-344771035346896668</id><published>2010-10-28T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:25:31.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2-Katy</title><content type='html'>Okay I am a day behind because of my concert and I have to be fast right now because I have to go and finish getting ready for my show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning behind my blog title. It is my nickname. Nothing really special about it besides the fact that it is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-344771035346896668?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/344771035346896668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=344771035346896668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/344771035346896668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/344771035346896668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-2.html' title='Day 2-Katy'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-3294676188406424279</id><published>2010-10-26T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:28:29.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;So my sister Gillian has this posted on her blog, and tagged me in it so I guess I should do it. Hey who knows... Maybe I will be good at doing this thing called blogging by doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Each day of the month, write a blog post according to these guidelines below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 1-Recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 2-The meaning behind your Blog name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 3-A picture of you and your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 4-A habit that you wish you didn't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 5-A picture of somewhere you've been to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 6-Favorite super hero and why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 7-A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 8-Short term goals for this month and when you'll accomplish them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 9-Something you're proud of in the past few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 10-Songs you listen to when you're bored, happy, sad, mad, hyped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 11-Another picture of you and your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 12-How you found out about blogger and why you have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 13-A letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 14-'A picture of you and your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 15-Put your ipod or shuffle on-first 10 songs that play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 16-Another picture of yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 17-Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 18-Plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 19-Nicknames you have and why you have them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 20-Someone you see yourself marrying or being with in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 21-A picture of something that makes you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 22-What makes you different from everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 23-Something you crave for a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 24-A letter to your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 25-What I would find in your bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 26-What do you think about your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 27-Why you are doing this 30 day challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 28-A picture of you from last year and now-how have you changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 29-In this past month, what have you learned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;Day 30-Your favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;So, I will start with day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TMck4uG14wI/AAAAAAAAApc/DiVVwWIOhoA/s1600/Kaitlin+Clark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TMck4uG14wI/AAAAAAAAApc/DiVVwWIOhoA/s320/Kaitlin+Clark.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532431224115946242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Not the most recent picture of me but it is my favorite picture of me at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;1- I have Spina Bifida just like my brother Ammon. I have the most mild case called Spina Bifida Aculta. I am not in a wheel chair but my back has issues every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;2-I come from a family of 11 children and I am the 10th within that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;3-I have only kissed three guys and I am proud of that. I would hate to be one of those girls that has kissed more guys than she can count like a couple of girls that I know. I would still like to say to my daughter that I know who my first kiss was. I don't think some girls could do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;4-I have trained in tap for about 11 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;5-Like my sister, I didn't have a phone until I was 18 years old. It would have been nice to have during High School to get a hold of people a lot easier but it wasn't a necessity back then. I need a phone now because I am on my own so I got one. It is nice and it doesn't cost much... basically nothing. It would actually cost me more to cancel it then to have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;6-I am a lot like my sister Gillian because it takes a lot for me to hang up my clothes when they are clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;7-I also have a bone missing from my foot as well... well both feet. I broke the bone off right before my Sophomore year in High School and had surgery on both feet the first month of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;8-College life has helped me become a much cleaner person. I was clean before but not like crazy clean. I am getting really crazy with cleaning. I start cleaning, I sometimes can't stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;9-My best friend is Celeste Lee. My heart goes out to her because I miss her so much. She went to BYU-Idaho and I stayed here in Utah County to go to BYU-Provo. We have known each other for 15 years! We started dancing together when she was 3 and I was 4 with Miss Debbie at Children's Vision. She is a Dance Major up there and I will be auditioning for the Dance Education Major on Friday. Dance is what brought us together and much more has kept us as best friends. I tell her everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;10-I get injured really easily. I have sprained and twisted ankles as well as shin splints countless times. Sophomore year of High School I had both feet operated on and had to wear shoes (the medical kind that look like duck feet) for about two weeks. My Junior year I had a walking boot on my left foot for a fractured 5th metatarsal. My Senior year I had a walking boot on twice on my right foot for a stress fracture of my heel and I tore my Anterior Tib muscle in my right leg twice as well. Very prone to injury because of going for things at dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;11-I love hand sanitizer... especially when I am not feeling well. It is just so nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;12-Shoes... I love shoes! I plan an outfit by what shoes I want to wear. Is that bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;13-I want to travel. I loved flying so much and want to do some more of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;14-I love food. I can't imagine what it would be like to be an anorexic . That would be so scary. I am a dancer but no anorexic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;15-I can't wait until I get married... but I am not ready to, if that makes sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Anyways, here is my day one! Hope you enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-3294676188406424279?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/3294676188406424279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=3294676188406424279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/3294676188406424279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/3294676188406424279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-my-sister-gillian-has-this-posted-on.html' title='Better Blogging'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TMck4uG14wI/AAAAAAAAApc/DiVVwWIOhoA/s72-c/Kaitlin+Clark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-4484507553540971742</id><published>2010-10-14T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T13:47:20.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always a good sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Midterm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;A word I do not like very much. My midterms exams layout:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday 10-11-10: History 220 -Essay... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ugh! I hate those things. They creep me out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday/Friday 10-13-10/10-15-10: Dance 335 -Tap exam. My group didn't get to go because of time so we are going to go tomorrow which leads me to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday 10-15-10: Dance 241, Dance 335, and History 201 -241 is just an evaluation, we have had one already and I have a great partner... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sammi Magoffin&lt;/span&gt; (from Lifehouse, a good friend of mine)! 335 is just showing how our technique has gotten better on Como Va (a dance that my muscle memory is super strong on from last year so I am a little worried but not enough to freak out about). 201 is a multiple choice, short answer and a one essay test. I actually am not that worried. I am going to study really well tonight. I feel pretty prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday 10-18-10: Dance 170 -written quiz about the dances and cultures we have done for Folk Dance. It will be easy. Not bad, just hard to put the dance to the name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday 10-20-10: Dance 170 -Dance evaluation. Just performing some of the dances we have learned. Not bad, just hard to put the dance to the name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just read &lt;a href="http://josephvaughnmohrman.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Elder Joseph Vaugn Mohrman's Mission blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I am so happy that they have done this for his mission. I feel like I can always know what is going on. I love being able to read about his experience. With all of the struggles that I have had lately with missing my friends he, and Brandon Scott Barlow (who just got made a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;trainer and senior companion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after being on his mission for less than &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;5 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;) are the two that I miss the most. I could tell them everything and they always had great advice to give me when I needed it. They knew how to make me smile when I was in a rut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I taught my first lesson in Relief Society on Sunday. It was on&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;repentance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The thing that I tried to do the most was to focus on how important it is for us to repent because we are always slowed down or stopped in our spiritual progression if we don't. I didn't want to focus on the fact that we all &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;to repent and we all should or we are damned because that just makes everyone feel bad and we already know when we need to repent and for what. I didn't want to make them feel like they needed to. I wanted to let them know that none of us are perfect but we can all get one step closer by going through repentance. I think it went well. I was pretty nervous at first because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;who wouldn't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if this is the first actual calling you have ever had besides 1st and 2nd counselor as well as the secretary in your YW group?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Celeste Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my best friend for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; years (crazy, yes) this last Saturday. She just randomly came down to Utah with a friend from BYU-I. We hung out that night. I had her all to myself. Yes, I was&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my Celeste time. :) We had a great talk while she treated me to dinner. I wasn't expecting that at all, she just was like, "Can I treat you to dinner?" I wasn't about to say no, and I really didn't care if we went to eat or not. I was hanging with her and that is all that mattered. We went to Gloria's Little Italy on Center St. in Provo. It is very authentic Italian food, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I LOVED IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;I found out from talking to Celeste that her Mom is declared &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from her Thyroid Cancer that she had over the summer. It was very hard on Celeste and her family and I am so happy that Shawny is doing much better. Celeste (who should in reality be a Senior in High School this year, but skipped a grade so graduated with me) is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this guy named Tyler. He is a return missionary and she didn't see this coming. I did though. She is so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and beautiful and everything so I can see her getting married with in the year. I did say though to have it be a long courtship and a short engagement. Get to know each other before anything is set if marriage is what they want in the long run. I am so happy for her. :) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Things are going really well other than the stupid midterms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Oh well, I will get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-4484507553540971742?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/4484507553540971742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=4484507553540971742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4484507553540971742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4484507553540971742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/10/always-good-sign.html' title='Always a good sign'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-7580142390831046584</id><published>2010-10-08T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:46:31.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I love that I am so close to my family. I can go home and visit them any day. A lot of people in my ward can't do that because they are from out of state or hours away instead of just 20-45 minutes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate that I miss my high school friends so much. I told them everything. Who do I tell my deepest troubles to now other than my mommy like I usually do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I love dancing in college. It makes life so much nicer. I feel so much better about myself as a person and dancer then I have in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;really long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; time. My senior year at Lifehouse was really hard on me with injuries and a teacher that I felt emotionally abused by. That will never happen again so long as I am dancing at BYU. I am able to keep the spirit with me when I dance; the spirit I felt when I was with Brittany, Brigette, Ashleigh, and especially Nesha. I want to have that spirit with me at all times. I want to teach like Katheen and Colleen do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate feeling alone. I don't feel like I have anyone to connect with right now. Yeah I have made a lot of new friends, but everyone just expects me to be able to be fine because I am from Utah and my family is so close. I don't have it that hard but I still struggle. In a way I feel like it is harder for me to adjust to this new part of my life because I am so close to my parents, those siblings that still live in Utah, and those close friends are only, what? 80 or so miles away? They are so close yet I can't see them and just bawl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I love my ward. My visiting teacher Kirsten is amazing! I love her so dearly. We clicked. Her and another girl named Anna (who I visit teach) have really helped me feel like I have some one to cry to. My home teacher is Matt. He is also my FHE brother! We have fun. He and his companion Carter Monson will be coming around soon to give me my first lesson. My bishop and his wife are sent from God. In so many ways is that statement true! Bishop and Sister Davis are the bomb.coms to the extreme! They just make me laugh and they show how much they love us, each and everyone of us. I teach for the first time ever on Sunday and I am scared to death. All I can really do is do what David M. McConkie taught in his General Conference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate not having my own room/bathroom! I need my privacy! I have no where to just  dance alone like I used to in my room all of the time. I can't study how  I want to because of roommates or just too many distractions around me. I can't just cry in my room with out having someone in there as well. I feel like I can't be myself. When I shared a bathroom with Gillian and Dave it was not hard but for some reason I can't stand sharing a bathroom with two girls that shed..... yeah sick, nasty. I thought I shed really bad (Gillian, you know how bad that really is!)? Well, I don't compared to my roommates. Don't get me wrong, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; my roommates. They are way awesome but I feel like I can't do what I would like to half of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I love having a job. It brings an amazing sense of security to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate sitting in a computer chair for hours on end. This is the bad end of the stick with my job. I sit for hours at a computer doing sometimes nothing because we don't have anything to do. I get so antsy and just want to move around. This tends to be very hard for a dancer... especially one as crazy as I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I love my new friends. Thank you so much to Matt, Trace, Blaine, Brad, Kirsten, Anna, Tiffany, Deanna, Elisabeth, Erik, Chad, Brayden, Courtney, Sharlee, Lauren, Kayla, Kellianne, and Emily! You guys make it seem like my life isn't so hard. You make me laugh, you help me through a hard day. A simple smile from one of you makes my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate stress. It is the BANE of my existence. I will die from stress I bet you anything. Hopefully I can lower my tolerance to stress because I won't have as much  that way. I can only tolerate so much stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I love time. Time to live my life how I want. Time to live on my own, as hard as it is. Time to make a living. Time to dance. Time to cry. Time to sing. Time to play. Time to read. Time to pray. Time to ponder. Time to listen. Time to watch. Time to cook. Time to EAT! Time to muse. Time to SLEEP! Time to study. Time to go to class. Time to CHOREOGRAPH!! Time to rehearse. Time to visit with family. Time to see old friends. Time to make new ones.Time is a wonderful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate that I don't have enough time. I need more (as you could probably guess by the list above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I love my family. They mean the world to me. My parents, bothers, sisters, brothers in-law, sisters in-law, nieces, nephews, cousins, aunts, uncles. Thank you for being there for me always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate that my brothers and sisters almost all live out of the state of Utah. COME BACK! I need you. You are mine, not the worlds. What are you thinking when you think that you can be some where that makes you happy when I need you? ;) I hope you will visit me soon. We all miss you. I hope I can come and visit you some day as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I love my girls at Lifehouse. They are my family other than my flesh and blood real family. I don't know what kind of dancer I would be right now with out them. I have learned so much from them, especially this last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate that I miss my girls at Lifehouse. It is the same feeling of being alone. I was with them all of the time. I saw a huge chunk of them at school every day and then everyday after school at the studio so not seeing them is like a culture shock to me. I miss Grace so much! Grace, you have become such a great friend to me and I will never forget how we became this way. It took a while (first with us thinking the other one hated us and then the three years you were gone in Nebraska) but man, oh man am I happy that we became so close! I miss all of the crazy inside jokes we had like the Broken Ballerina Club that I was the president of (rightful president to thank you!) and the box of babies. hahaha! Oh man I miss you all! I can't wait to dance with you again some day girls. Hopefully it won't be too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I love being able to dance. It is my escape from life and into the spirit. I lose myself in the moment and discover something new all of the time. Dancing is my life. It is who I am and will continue to be. So if you don't like it, get over it! It will not change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate getting hurt. I am always hurting for some reason or other. SHINSPLINTS SUCK SO FREAKING BAD!!  I had to go and get a calf massage in the Dance Training room because they were so bad. I have muscle bruises that are almost gone because of that massage. It was not fun at all. I had to walk around BYU campus with huge ice packs for three hours taped to both shins because of the pain. Yeah, stretch your calves ladies and gentleman, it will save you a trip to the physical therapist! Other injuries include; the knee when a storm is coming (yes it actually is a proven scientific fact and I can explain it if you want me to. Just ask), the stress fractures to the right heel twice last year (one of them causing me to miss the BYU scholarship auditions and company auditions), the torn Anterior Tib muscle on my right leg twice last year as well, the fractured 5th metatarsal in my left foot the year before (junior year), and the foot surgery to both of my feet my sophomore year. Wow. I hate it. There is always something.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I love that I have an able body to move in. It is such a blessing, one that I would never want to lose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate not being in choir at high school. I went and listened to my old high school choir this week have their first concert and they are so good! I miss the good memories. I don't miss the price though, that will never be missed. I don't think that I would enjoy being in a choir in college nearly as much as I did in high school because college would require too much of me. :) I am excited to audition for Young Ambassadors though.... haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I love singing. I want to sing on the top of my lungs all of the time because I never get to anymore. I miss singing pieces by crazy Finnish composers (Pseudo Yoik) and very talented men that put poems to music (Eric Whitacre -Sleep, Cloud Burst, Lux Arumque ect.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate school work. It makes life so much harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I love that I don't have a lot to hate. It could be a lot worse, I promise. If I had written this last month, I am almost positive it would have been all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"I hate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; statements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate that I hate so much. I need to look for the positive in things more. It is a good quality to have so I am going to try to acquire it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-7580142390831046584?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/7580142390831046584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=7580142390831046584&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7580142390831046584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7580142390831046584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-love-that-i-am-so-close-to-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-7611984692540787675</id><published>2010-07-16T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T10:01:55.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The makings of good days</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of the best days of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Joseph Mohrman leaves on his Mission on September 8, 2010, to the Belgium Brussels/Netherlands Mission (Dutch just like Dave). He went through the temple back in June when I was in Iowa and I hadn't seen him since the beginning of June. I really missed seeing him around so yesterday we finally got to hang out. Well can you guess what we did??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Mt. Timpanogos Temple and did Baptisms and Confirmations for the dead. I will never forget it because one, it was at a temple I had never been to, two, I did a lot of baptisms (the most in a row for me), and three, Joseph did the Confirmations and the Baptisms! It was such a great experience to have my best friend .Baptize and Confirm me... and before his mission too! The whole thing was just really special. As we were walking out to get in the car he said that he had only done that one other time. I asked him who it was and he answered, "A stranger. You were the first friend I have done that too and that was really special."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Cafe Rio. We both love Cafe Rio. He wouldn't let me pay for mine though. It was nice of him and I appreciated it. We went over by the Marriott Center where they  have a grassy hill and ate over there. It was a blast to just sit and talk to him as well. There was not a single pause the whole day. I don't think I have laughed that hard or that much in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show that Baptisms + Cafe Rio + Good company = One of the best days a girl can have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-7611984692540787675?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/7611984692540787675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=7611984692540787675&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7611984692540787675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7611984692540787675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/07/makings-of-good-days.html' title='The makings of good days'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-9020929368913825789</id><published>2010-07-08T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:43:58.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Summer is a wonderful time full of wonderful weather and wonderful people to share the wonderful weather with right? I would say so, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;This summer is a big deal for me. I am going on to BYU in the Fall and am moving out in exactly 49 days if you include today and the actual day I move into my apartment. I just found out like twenty minutes ago that I don't have to pay the tuition money that I thought I was going to have to pay. The total amount is not in the 1000's like I had thought, but only $567.00! Insane! I started to cry when I read that. I got an email saying that I had activity on my account so I checked it out and looked at the activity details and sure enough they finally added the free tuition I get for Mom being a BYU Employee.&lt;br /&gt;Every summer I work with Ammon. That has been my main source of income for the last what four years? I tried to get a job last summer and no one called me for an interview. I didn't think that I was going to be able to get a job at all this summer, let alone on BYU Campus. I did though! I work at CONE (Creamery On Ninth East). I don't have many hours but what I do have I am very happy that I have it! I am getting more money in my pocket!&lt;br /&gt;This summer for the first time I actually have a special some one. Yes, we have kissed, for all of those that are even wondering... of course we have, it has been 3 1/2 months since we have started dating. He is only 11 days younger than me but he has to wait until May to go on his Mission. August will be the last month that we will be dating because although he doesn't leave until May, I will be going to BYU and he will be going to SNOW College. I am so sad about that but I know that I want to make the goodbye fast. I don't want it to linger and go on forever like some people would. I just want to get it over with because I know it will be so much easier for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;I was sick off and on the past two weeks. Aparently I had a mild case of the Stomach Flu. Dr. Valdez gave me the same medicine that Amy and Jen have used when they have been pregnant. Crazy huh?&lt;br /&gt;Life has been so crazy but I am so excited to get on with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TDWA1nqb5sI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Qm0Rp7mLzN0/s1600/DSCN9384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TDWA1nqb5sI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Qm0Rp7mLzN0/s320/DSCN9384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491436979316582082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-9020929368913825789?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/9020929368913825789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=9020929368913825789&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/9020929368913825789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/9020929368913825789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/TDWA1nqb5sI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Qm0Rp7mLzN0/s72-c/DSCN9384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-8263015694671157687</id><published>2010-04-25T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T12:37:19.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>So last night was my Senior Prom and I had so much fun! I went with Spencer Ericksen and we had a blast! I borrowed my friend Kari Turner's dress and my other friend Katie Ryan's heels. Even with 3" heels Spencer was still taller than me by a lot!! We went to Carabas. It is an Italian Grill in the Universty Mall Parking lot. I love that place so much. I went there last year as well for Prom. The dance was held at Noah's in Lindon. It was so freaking far a way but we had fun there. Last years Prom was fun but this years was a complete BLAST! I had the best looking date and he is the sweetest! Here are a couple of pictures from prom that My friends and I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464160262664878514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/S9SYzvvx-bI/AAAAAAAAAns/-dpRFIcBxd0/s320/Senior+Prom_20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls have a certain affect on boys... this is one of them. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/S9SOV1TeMBI/AAAAAAAAAnk/x3MM0bBjy_A/s1600/Senior+Prom_02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464148753644400658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/S9SOV1TeMBI/AAAAAAAAAnk/x3MM0bBjy_A/s320/Senior+Prom_02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is cute. It is just outside of Noah's. The glasses are not real. I love them on him though! They are so much fun! I steal them from him all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/S9SOVfXQU8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/Cm8Pj97s7cI/s1600/Senior+Prom_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464148747754689474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/S9SOVfXQU8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/Cm8Pj97s7cI/s320/Senior+Prom_10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one explains so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/S9SOUelxxWI/AAAAAAAAAnM/QyyXX5LVcMU/s1600/Senior+Prom_21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464148730367296866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/S9SOUelxxWI/AAAAAAAAAnM/QyyXX5LVcMU/s320/Senior+Prom_21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two of us just oustide of Carabas waiting to be seated for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prom was just a blast. It was the only boy's choice dance I went to my whole Senior year and I am glad that I was able to go with Spencer. I will put the pictures we had taken at the pond later when I get them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-8263015694671157687?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/8263015694671157687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=8263015694671157687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8263015694671157687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8263015694671157687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/04/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/S9SYzvvx-bI/AAAAAAAAAns/-dpRFIcBxd0/s72-c/Senior+Prom_20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-7818507478560217204</id><published>2010-01-24T21:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:06:56.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/S10zPf06F_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/Yae-_6InwdA/s1600-h/DSCN0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430553067013150706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/S10zPf06F_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/Yae-_6InwdA/s320/DSCN0687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John and Lance on Christmas morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/S10zOXNrDcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/mKJsRA5GwJQ/s1600-h/100_3288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430553047521234370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/S10zOXNrDcI/AAAAAAAAAjw/mKJsRA5GwJQ/s320/100_3288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lexi and I being crazy the day we asked our dates to the dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430553033106980338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/S10zNhhC_fI/AAAAAAAAAjg/OdXoqzRDWyY/s320/DSCN0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really pretty Sunset that I took... from the inside the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/S10zOIPo0II/AAAAAAAAAjo/XS18BHUl7-A/s1600-h/DSCN0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430553043502944386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/S10zOIPo0II/AAAAAAAAAjo/XS18BHUl7-A/s320/DSCN0514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my friend Nate. I took him to Preference last night. He reminds me a lot of Jess.  This picture was taken about a month ago, so he doesn't have the beard anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-7818507478560217204?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/7818507478560217204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=7818507478560217204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7818507478560217204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7818507478560217204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2010/01/recent-pictures.html' title='Recent pictures'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/S10zPf06F_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/Yae-_6InwdA/s72-c/DSCN0687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-1671223591717746048</id><published>2009-12-19T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T16:35:18.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And she gets accepted to...... DRUM ROLL PLEASE....</title><content type='html'>So I had my college applications filled out and all turned in on December 1....&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting to hear from both BYU and BYU-Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;I am already a student at UVU through Concurrent Enrollment classes.&lt;br /&gt;I got accepted to USU this week!!! I am so excited! It is my second choice for college but I am so happy that I got accepted!&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have a date tonight! I am so excited! It will be fun. Well that's all for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-1671223591717746048?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/1671223591717746048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=1671223591717746048&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1671223591717746048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1671223591717746048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-she-gets-accepted-to-drum-roll.html' title='And she gets accepted to...... DRUM ROLL PLEASE....'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-8095575775041004587</id><published>2009-11-19T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:08:46.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really bad at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going great this year as a senior. I am in the Nutcracker and have three parts. I am the Shepherdess soloist, a Snow Crystal (a demi soloist), and I am in the Flower Corps 1. I love the Nutcracker and I can't believe that it is performance time in less than a month!! It is December 11th and 12th. It will be 5 bucks for those that want to come at it is at Payson High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a really hard work load with all of the classes that I am taking. I have two AP classes and one that is just a concurrent enrollment English class.. English 1010. Medical Anatomy is my favorite class right now! I love learning about my body so I really honestly think that I will be a Dance Education major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the BEST!!!! opportunity this summer.....&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be going out to Germany for the whole summer and teaching dance to the kids on base in Wiesbaden. I am so freaking excited to do this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go for now so I will update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-8095575775041004587?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/8095575775041004587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=8095575775041004587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8095575775041004587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8095575775041004587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-really-bad-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-6120071716572781621</id><published>2009-08-04T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T07:13:18.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Pie Contest BTN; font-size:12pt'&gt;I am so excited! I am going to Ohio to visit my sisters Adrianne and Chelsey. At first I thought that I was going to be flying by myself but then we found out that Dave and I are on the exact same flight! I couldn't believe it! He is only a few rows behind me so it will be nice to have him be there and help me get through it and know what to do. It will sure help me on the way back. Will and Isaac called last night and taught me two games… don't worry I haven't forgotten them boys and I am so excited to play them with you. Mom is letting me take her camera… crazy I know… I couldn't believe that she was going to actually let me take it. I didn't even ask. Thanks Mom! I promise to take lots of pictures and videos of my trip and then post all about my trip when I get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-6120071716572781621?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/6120071716572781621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=6120071716572781621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6120071716572781621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6120071716572781621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2009/08/ohio.html' title='Ohio!'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-913728445927162263</id><published>2009-07-14T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:25:02.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Seems To Happen A Lot To Me</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been feeling kind of out of place. I am only 17 I do realize that and for a really long time I didn't actually feel like I was going to be a Senior in High School. Well life has kind of changed for me. I am SO ready to get into my Senior year. I am SO ready to grow up. I know that I have my whole life to look forward to and that I shouldn't waste my teenage years but what is the use?? I feel that way already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the Young Single Adults class for Sunday School. Every week is a struggle to finish the lesson. I haven't really learned a whole lot this year to tell you the truth. Dad has tried to talk to the Bishop about it but nothing has changed. I used to be really talkative but one week I just thought to myself, 'I'm am not going to keep doing this anymore. I am wasting my time as well as my teachers and the other kids in my class.' I haven't really been disruptive for a really long time. We didn't have a teacher two weeks ago, and we didn't know where we were supposed to go, and Dad, being the Sunday School President, didn't know that they weren't going to be there. I finally decided this last week that I am going to start going to my old teachers class. He teaches the year younger than mine, and I learned so much from him last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole issue with my Sunday School class isn't just the teachers though, there are only 17-18 year olds in the class... so much for Young Single Adults.... Those that are supposed to be in the class are rather on missions (we have 11 out right now and one is comming home in less than two weeks so hopefully he will help if he comes to the class), in the Mission prep class... which is good because they need that, or they teach primary. I want to teach primary when I turn 18 instead of going to this class and Young Womens. There are two girls in my Sunday school class that just don't stay on topic. One of them just talks and talks and talks and it's almost always about guys. The other one brings up things that she thinks have a lot to do with the lesson and at first they do but then she keeps rambling on and at the end we are off the lesson subject. Don't get me wrong, I love them all, but I just can't do it right now. I realize how stupid and immature I was and still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I feel like this but I just do. I have been feeling like this a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a really crazy note (and quite sad actually), I only have one more year to dance at Lifehouse Performing Arts Academy. I am the only Senior so far. We might have another one if Grace Newman does come back to dance with us like she has said in the past. I get to do a Senior Solo and I don't know if I want to do the song I had originally planed. The song I was starting to do it to was All These Things by Stephen Speaks. If anyone has an idea, tell me! I need an idea....  and yes, I am listening to Atlantic right now Jess. ;) Anyways, I will be doing a lot of numbers this next year. I want everyone that can, to be able to come to my shows this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH!! We are doing the Nutcracker this year again... and I can actually do it!!! Senior... no teachers doing any parts.... I have a really good shot at getting a heck of a solo! Cross your fingers! I am getting new Pointe shoes within this next week (dance is more important than going to New York... some of you may say other wise but that is how I feel) and I am going to try to go to the dance studio once a week and condition by myself... I might see if Rachel, or Katie, or Kenna want to come with me some days but I mainly want to be by myself while I am doing this. My dance teacher Lindsey Chant called me and told me that I needed to get ready. We are having auditions for the Nutcracker the first couple of weeks of dance, so in other words, by the end of August I should have had Auditions and the week after that or so I should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so so so so SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO excited!!! I am ready to get out there! Watch out world! Here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-913728445927162263?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/913728445927162263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=913728445927162263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/913728445927162263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/913728445927162263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-seems-to-happen-lot-to-me.html' title='This Seems To Happen A Lot To Me'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-1685954019467221896</id><published>2009-06-15T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T06:45:34.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Pie Contest BTN; font-size:14pt'&gt;I have to say, I am quite proud of myself. I finished my Personal Progress and received my Young Womanhood Recognition medallion yesterday. I honestly LOVE this program. It has meant so much to me. I learned things about myself, my Heavenly Father, my Savior Jesus Christ, and the Gospel in general from this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Pie Contest BTN; font-size:14pt'&gt;The Value Experience that I remember the most would have to be Integrity number 2. I didn't gossip for two weeks and I remember the few weeks that I didn't even associate myself with those that gossiped. It was not fun at all. I remember my friend Sierra being so mad at me because I told her I didn't want to hear the things that she was saying about one of my other friends. I agreed with a lot of the comments made by her and others at our lunch table but I kept it to myself. It was hard but I know that at least one of my friends was on my side. They came and sat with me and told me they were grateful that I stood up. Integrity was a really good one for me to do. I became such a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Pie Contest BTN; font-size:14pt'&gt;Another one that touched my life was all of Faith. My testimony grew so much, and I more fully understand the Atonement of Jesus Christ because of this. I don't know what I would do without it. I honestly would not have any chance at getting Exaltation that is for sure. I am not the most humble person and I DEFINITELY have faults, but with the Atonement I can always repent of my sins and become a more humble person through Christ. I always have someone to turn to when no one else knows what I am going through. I had a really hard and stressful time of my life the past little while. I need to make a really hard decision but I didn't know what to do. I could talk to my friends but only two knew what I was going through. For a while I could only talk to them about my stress but one night while talking to one of them, it hit me. I have the most important people behind me to help me get through this. I had been praying about it but wasn't getting much back. I am still kind of in the air about one thing but I turned to Prayer with the faith that I would be okay and said, "I'm tired of figuring this out alone. I need to you be my co-pilot right now. It's your plane, your turn to fly." Just saying that helped. Jesus knows what I am doing, and what I am going through. He has felt my pain, but also my joy. I wouldn't be able to do this without him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Pie Contest BTN; font-size:14pt'&gt;I am so thankful for this program! For all of the young girls (my nieces, Sarah, Alyssa, Abby, Leah, Lauren, Eva, Ella, and those to come) I strongly hope you get your Young Womanhood Recognition. You will love it, just as I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-1685954019467221896?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/1685954019467221896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=1685954019467221896&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1685954019467221896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/1685954019467221896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2009/06/personal-progress.html' title='Personal Progress'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-2714368390596412512</id><published>2009-05-09T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:34:50.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am really bad at this. I never have anything to say because not much happens in my life. I am only in high school and I don't have much really going on.... I just never know what to say and I don't have a whole lot of time to do this but here I am, getting things updated.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tour was so great!! I didn't have a camera so the pictures are all from my friends. I love Seattle so much! We did so well at competition too! Concert Choir got a Silver rating and Second Place in our devision. Singers got a Gold rating and First Place in our division. We also got an invitation to go to any of the Heritage festivals from now on because we are now a gold member (Gold Rating... 1st year program?? OH YEAH!!) So because we got an invitation we can go on tour no matter what the district says! NEW YORK NEXT YEAR!! Oh gosh I am so excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day was crazy on Tour because we met at the school at midnight.... we didn't leave until one-thirty though. He said to meet at twelve because then if we forgot something or if we were just running late we could have that extra hour and a half to be completely ready. We rehursed our songs while we were waiting for the bus to arrive. When it arrived we put luggage on and got settled down. After that we headed to Bonneville, Idaho for an exchange with a choir up there. Mr. Bills knows the Choir Director there and it was a great expirence to meet the kids up there. When we were done we went back on the bus and went to Butte, Montana.... we had lunch up there. With lunch over we were officially headed for Washington. We stopped in Spokane for a bathroom break and then Moses Lake for dinner. We arrived in Seattle at about 12:00 am. We were so tired and we knocked out that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second day was filled with touring the area. We went to the shopping area (the mall) and had an hour to ourselves. We just walked around and had fun. After the hour was over we were to meet on the third floor of the mall over by the monorail entrey. We took the Monorail to the Space Needle. I, being freaked by heights, was so scared to go up. I was litterally shaking so bad that you could see my knees knocking together. It was quite funny though because I loved being able to see Seattle from the top of the Space Needle. It was a great expirence. I doubt that I would be scared to go up again. After the Space Needle. We had some time to chill and some kids from Singers started singing.... Mr. Bills heard them singing and had Singers sing to the people around. Jordan Johnson took his hat as a joke and put it behind Mr. Bills. We earned $20! Crazy huh? When the bus got to the area we went to the Rainforest Cafe for dinner. It was okay but not the best. There is a joke in our choir about fat jokes. The manager at the Rainforest Cafe went to Mr. Bills and said, "When you walked in we saw the size of your kids, so we made five more salads." Wow, that is the worst fat joke ever! We were promised a cookie but we didn't get one so two of our chaperones took the $20 we made at the Space Needle and bought us some cookies!! Yay for cookies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third day was our Festival and we did pretty well, as you read at the top. We went to Tillicome Village for the Awards Ceremony and had.... Ew.... Salmon... I didn't take any Salmon because I hate seafood, everyone said that it wasn't very good anyways so it's okay. That night was so long. We had the whole day to shop after our Festival so we went to Pikes Market. It was way cool! Throwing fish... that whole place that is famous... that was cool, way cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Sunday and we went to church. It was a cool expirience singing for the members in Seattle. I will always remember that feeling of unity that we have in the church, no matter where you are, it is always there. Whether in Branson, Seattle, Utah... it was a really cool expirience. After Church we went to the Music Expirience Museam and learned about the history of Music (mainly Rock and Roll). After that we went to the Seattle Aquarium. I am not goign to say much because it was an aquarium and yeah... let's just say that the Otters are dirty!!! hahaha!!! I can't even explain because it was bad, not like grimy dirty.... I am not even going to try to explain. That was a hard night for me. I wanted to go home so bad because I was sick of the drama that I felt. It wasn't even bad but it just made me want to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day was a day of bus. It was pretty boring. I slept a lot. We watched movies and then stopped and then another one. It was a relief when when we saw Salt Lake City. We were so happy to be in Utah and so close to home. We got in Utah at about midnight and I got home at 1:30ish..... I was so dead tired. I had seminary at 7:00am the next morning so it was a pretty hard day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour was a really good and fun expirience. I loved Seattle. I can't wait to go back someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-2714368390596412512?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2714368390596412512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=2714368390596412512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2714368390596412512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2714368390596412512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-about-tour.html' title='All About Tour'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-835544819315083883</id><published>2009-02-22T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:02:05.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO BLUE GO GOLD GO SKYHAWKS FIGHT!!</title><content type='html'>WE ARE THE SALEM HILLS SKYHAWKS&lt;br /&gt;PROWD TO BE SALEM HILLS SKYHAWKS&lt;br /&gt;STANDING UNITED WE WILL LIFT SCHOOL SPIRT&lt;br /&gt;SOARING HIGH WE'LL SCREAM OUR CRY FOR ALL TO HEAR IT&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE THE SALEM HILLS SKYHAWKS&lt;br /&gt;RISING UP THROUGH SISTORY&lt;br /&gt;PRESSING FORWARD THROUGH THE YEARS WE WILL VANQUISH ALL YOUR FEARS&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE BLUE AND GOLD OF THE SKYHAWKS!&lt;br /&gt;(The school song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to rub it in everyones faces that the Varsity Boys Basketball team is going on to the second round of state!! We were the 3A Region 8 Champions!!! I love our boys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-835544819315083883?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/835544819315083883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=835544819315083883&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/835544819315083883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/835544819315083883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-blue-go-gold-go-skyhawks-fight.html' title='GO BLUE GO GOLD GO SKYHAWKS FIGHT!!'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-4661589876310745508</id><published>2009-01-19T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:09:32.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News, News, and more News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just thought with a new semester comming up for me, I should probably post some good news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had auditioned for dance company at the end of last year and I had made it.... Now I see that it wasn't the best choice for me. I have dropped out of the class and am now in my third choir class. I got offered to be in Singers. There are only a few Junior kids in the class and they were all boys at first but now Celeste Lee and I are now the only Junior girls in it. We both got offered to be in it. I am so ecstatic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been kind of iffy here at the homestead. I can't wait for today to be over so I can go to school. I love my schedule this semester. By they way.... more news...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LITTLE WOMEN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FEBRUARY 2-5, SHOWS START AT 7:00 PM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FEBRUARY 6-7, SHOWS AT 7:00 PM AND MATT. ON BOTH DAYS AT 3:00 PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in the green cast so here are the days that I perform...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;February 2, 4, 6 (night), and 7th (matt.). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I play the part of Amy. The show is at my high school for those that can come... I really want you to come!! It is staged like a theater in the round. It is really good! I want to you come if you can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well there is the end of my good post... actually I have a question.... Is this picture a good one for a head shot??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293114736104549858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SXTrzvDlreI/AAAAAAAAAew/b-WhWk6w8sU/s400/Head+shot+poss.+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-4661589876310745508?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/4661589876310745508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=4661589876310745508&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4661589876310745508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4661589876310745508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2009/01/news-news-and-more-news.html' title='News, News, and more News'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SXTrzvDlreI/AAAAAAAAAew/b-WhWk6w8sU/s72-c/Head+shot+poss.+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-6651583139983288009</id><published>2008-12-07T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:42:11.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Square</title><content type='html'>For choir we just went up to Temple Square. I have never been able to sing up there because I have never been old enough. Here is the story: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So earlier that day we went to Mt. Nebo Jr. High School to sing and to introduce the choir at the high school. It was an okay performance. We definitely gave Mr. Bills a scare on the first performance and the second performance was quite a bit better. After that gig we went back to school and went to our third and fourth periods. I had a play practice for Little Women till four o'clock. The only problem was that we had to be at the school ready to get on the buses to go up to Temple Square at four. Knowing that earlier I brought everything that I needed to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four came around and we had a couple minutes to talk with Mr. Bills. One problem though, something had happened with the bus scheduling. It had been taken off of the list. We don't know how but it did. We had to REschedule buses and find two bus drivers to drive us up to Salt Lake. We were supposed to be on the buses on our way to Salt Lake at 4:15 pm but we didn't get on them until 4:45 pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to be under the Assembly Hall at 5:45 pm. There was obviously no way that we could be there to practice before we got on. We would just have to get there and get on and perform our 40 min. show. We would have made it on time if it hadn't been for terrible terrible traffic. There had been an accident on I-15 south bound and north bound. It took us forever to get to the Assembly Hall. We ran off of the buses and into the hall immediately. Instead of doing our full 40 min. show we could only do a 15 min. show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our songs included Sing We Now Of Christmas, Lux (I don't know the whole tittle), and The First Noel. We did amazing!!! The best by far that we had ever sang any song ever! Colton Simons, Sarah Clark, and Ginelle Jack all play the piano amazing! Colton plays the organ also. On The First Noel, Sarah and Ginelle played a duet on a Steinway piano! Most beautiful piano I have ever seen in my life. The two of them played piano while Colton played the organ. He comes in later on in the song. When we got to the part where he comes in you could just feel the room rumble. It was the most beautiful experience in my life. Many kids in the choir along with me were on the verge of tears. It was so spiritual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Concert Choir performed Singers went and got changed to perform in the south visitors center. It was a very good performance. I was looking out at the Temple during Away In The Manger. It was just beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bus ride home was so much fun. I was laughing my head off the whole time. I am so happy that I am going back up there on the 15th but this time all day long. I loved this experience and I am so very grateful for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277274533790177970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/STylOnDHWrI/AAAAAAAAAeU/pKAokRc-bA8/s400/saltLakeTemple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-6651583139983288009?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/6651583139983288009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=6651583139983288009&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6651583139983288009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6651583139983288009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/12/temple-square.html' title='Temple Square'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/STylOnDHWrI/AAAAAAAAAeU/pKAokRc-bA8/s72-c/saltLakeTemple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-7396204435728142139</id><published>2008-11-22T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:10:28.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to say something</title><content type='html'>Wow... its been a long time. Well there isn't really much to say because my life isn't very happy right now. I swear, do I ever go more than three months with out getting hurt of some sort? I just recently broke my toe. No joke either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just am living my life day by day and it's not very exciting. The only really exciting thing I have to say is that I am in currently in the play Little Women. I play Amy, the brat... yeah don't go there. We started blocking the other day and I have all my music memorized. I love it and the cool thing about this is that it is during school. It's for one of my classes that I am in. There is the occasional after school rehursal and what not but that's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 17th birthday is on Monday and I don't really know what I want. I guess I just want a perfectly healthy body. I don't want to get hurt anymore. I want my life to be my religion, and dance pretty much. I made a decision that no matter what the circumstance is, I am going to dance my whole life. I don't care if I get cancer and they say that I will die I keep dancing, that still wouldn't stop me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this post is really random. Here is a picture of my recent hair cut. I like it a lot. It's only been a week and it has already grown.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271530157109370370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SSg8v4VDXgI/AAAAAAAAAW0/SvZX0teIM3w/s400/Snapshot_20081116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-7396204435728142139?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/7396204435728142139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=7396204435728142139&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7396204435728142139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7396204435728142139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-to-say-something.html' title='Time to say something'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SSg8v4VDXgI/AAAAAAAAAW0/SvZX0teIM3w/s72-c/Snapshot_20081116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-7528761668563250972</id><published>2008-10-17T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:52:04.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hu....</title><content type='html'>I just want to say how freaking bored I have been lately... oh and if anyone has a great and cheap couples (it has to be matching) halloween costume idea or one i could have for me and my date to use... TELL ME ASAP!!! The dance is saturday and I don't know what to be!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-7528761668563250972?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/7528761668563250972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=7528761668563250972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7528761668563250972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7528761668563250972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/10/hu.html' title='hu....'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-7771882399654617163</id><published>2008-10-07T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:36:05.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ERUGH</title><content type='html'>Have I said lately how much I absolutely love to dance? Honestly I am so sick of my stupid shoe (I haven't had the big clunky boot since the 29th of Sept.)! I can't wait to get it off so I can start full out doing Ballet, and Jazz, and Tap... especially Tap! My left tap shoe is in need of some serious TLC (Tender Loving Care... just incase you didn't get that... haha)!!!&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I am so frustrated with the whole broken bone situation that I am currently in! I was in almost the exact same state last year!! Well actually that was a longer healing process but I was dancing, very limited mind you, in two weeks!! ew... stitches, now those things hurt to get taken out, especially when your skin starts to grow &lt;em&gt;OVER&lt;/em&gt; them... yeah that sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I am able to do quite a bit of dancing in my little mini shoe.&lt;br /&gt;Frustration is now gone. I had to get that out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-7771882399654617163?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/7771882399654617163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=7771882399654617163&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7771882399654617163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7771882399654617163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/10/erugh.html' title='ERUGH'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-7169081243499710074</id><published>2008-09-30T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:33:11.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY EXCITING NEWS!!</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks back I got a blue card that invited me to apply to be a member of the National Honors Society. I applied and two weeks after... today... I got another blue card saying the following:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kaitlin Clark,&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you have been accepted to be a member of the SALEM HILLS HIGH SCHOOL NATIONAL HONORS SOCIETY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that so cool?? I think it rocks. It said stuff about applying to be an officer but I am not going to apply for an officer position this year. I just have so much stuff going on right now in my life that this would just make it harder on me. I will apply to be an officer as a Senior though.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that amazing news?? I am so excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-7169081243499710074?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/7169081243499710074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=7169081243499710074&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7169081243499710074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/7169081243499710074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-exciting-news.html' title='MY EXCITING NEWS!!'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-5185331617594922150</id><published>2008-09-27T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:49:23.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helicopters</title><content type='html'>This just looked like fun so I wanted to do it.... here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, ETC on Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your waking up in the morning song? What I Did For Love - A Chorus Line&lt;br /&gt;If someone says, "Is this okay?" you say? Pop Goes My Heart - Music and Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe yourself? Kill The drama - Spitalfield&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a Boy? I Miss You - Incubus&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel today? Every Day Stranger (Live) - Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;What is your life's purpose? Am I Ready - Spitalfield&lt;br /&gt;What is your motto? Dance Hall Drug - Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends think of you? Here's Who I Am - Camp Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your parents? Studying Politics - Emry&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about very often? Sway - Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;Who do you love? What I Got - Sublime&lt;br /&gt;What is your passion? Protecting Me - Aly and Aj&lt;br /&gt;what do you think of your best friend? Raining On Sunday - Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about at night? Bleeding Heart - Acceptance&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person you like? Self-Conclusion - The Spill Canvas&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest weakness? Brand New Colony - The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;What makes you attractive? Swimming In Miami - Owl City&lt;br /&gt;What is your life story? Such Great Heights - The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up? Secret Love - Jojo&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of when you see the person you like? Family Business - Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding? Captured - Natilie Grant&lt;br /&gt;What will they play at your funeral? Greatest Time of Year - Aly and Aj (THAT IS TERRIBLE!!)&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest? Come Around (Acustic) - Sing It Loud&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear? High School Musical 2 Fabulous - Ashley Tisdale&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest secret? Speeding Cars - Imogen Heap&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your friends? Cat and Mouse - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;What do you believe? Where Do We Go From Here - Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;What will you post this as? Helicopters - Falling Up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-5185331617594922150?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/5185331617594922150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=5185331617594922150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5185331617594922150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5185331617594922150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/09/helicopters.html' title='Helicopters'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-9030797026778293924</id><published>2008-09-15T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:38:23.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my oh my</title><content type='html'>School is going pretty good. I am getting really good grades right now and am really surprised. Choir is going great except for the fact that I hate singing first soprano. It is way to high to the point where it is starting to hurt my throat. I love my classes. My teachers are so cool and way fun.&lt;br /&gt;Ammon is home and I am so freaking happy that everything is going okay. I feel that he is half of me. He really is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I got invited to NHS! I am very happy because I didn't really think about NHS as a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;Good life right now. Everything is going great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-9030797026778293924?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/9030797026778293924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=9030797026778293924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/9030797026778293924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/9030797026778293924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-oh-my.html' title='Oh my oh my'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-5771177379616722656</id><published>2008-08-11T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:29:08.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited Moments</title><content type='html'>School starts in just a couple of days and I am so disgustingly excited!! I am performing in an assembly the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview at my old next door neighbors resturaunt 3 strikes cafe. I am working the fair for her on the fourteenth, fifteenth, and sixteenth at seven bucks an hour!! Yeah, and I am working quite a few hours each day!! I am so freacking excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-5771177379616722656?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/5771177379616722656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=5771177379616722656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5771177379616722656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5771177379616722656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/08/excited-moments.html' title='Excited Moments'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-5398071435633122860</id><published>2008-08-02T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T08:39:44.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HONESTLY!! WHY ME!! AND WHY NOW!!</title><content type='html'>I swear that I am the most accident prone person in the whole entire world!!! Either I jammed my foot or I broke two toes. I  am not sure. I can walk but it is kind of hard to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking to myself the other day, hmmm.... well school is starting soon, about three weeks actually, and so is dance. I need to start some choreography so I can have amazing dances to show Nesha and then they can be taught and then performed. Sounds good...&lt;br /&gt;I start to find a song and I think I know what song I will be doing (but it is so not 100% official). I find the song and I start to dance and then I hear a really good part in the music for a tilt leap. I rewound the song to a spot just before it. I think to myself again, coming from that turn I put right before it, the tilt leap would have to be right. **MIND YOU!!! I NEVER TO THEM ON THE RIGHT!!! I HURT MYSELF OCCASIONALLY WHEN DOING THEM! Example... I didn't land right once and hit my knee on the ground, this was in dance of course when I was still just learning them, but still! Example over... ** I go for the tilt leap and I land it, on my foot. My ankle seemed kind of unstable though and my left foot started to roll. AAAHHHH!! I caught the detail and snapped my foot back only to hear a pop or snap of some sort. I wasn't sure if the sound came from my knee, hip or foot because they frequently do that sort of thing... all three of them. Next thing I know I am in a ton of pain and fall to the ground. I crawl over to the couch and take off my sock. I know what I need to do because I have hurt myself countless times before (I am accident prone remember :) ). I moved my butt over and up the stairs then hopped on one foot to the medicine cabinet so I could take some Ibuprofen. I have gotten quite good at hopping on one foot due to countless sprained and twisted ankles... mainly on my left now that I think of it...&lt;br /&gt;WHY? I honestly don't get it!! Why is it that right before dance and school starts I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;have to get injured! I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;Now you tell me, accident prone or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-5398071435633122860?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/5398071435633122860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=5398071435633122860&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5398071435633122860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5398071435633122860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/08/honestly-why-me-and-why-now.html' title='HONESTLY!! WHY ME!! AND WHY NOW!!'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-8929062079542307004</id><published>2008-07-22T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:52:50.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can not believe that it is already time to register for school again. Its weird to think that I will be a high school graduate at this time in two years! It may seem like it is a long time away but to me it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;We went to go and see Ammon today at PCMC (Primary Children's Medical Center). He is in the ICU but he was getting better, but he has a feaver right now. I am worried for him and Jill and I miss him around the house.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be getting together with some of my friends in the next two days and we are going to be planning a date for friday or saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-8929062079542307004?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/8929062079542307004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=8929062079542307004&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8929062079542307004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/8929062079542307004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-can-not-believe-that-it-is-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-5419033116055570976</id><published>2008-07-14T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:55:04.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please help me out!</title><content type='html'>I need to find a job still. I had a job interview/audition at Coldstone but I didn't get the job. I don't really know where else to go to look for jobs. Help!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-5419033116055570976?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/5419033116055570976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=5419033116055570976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5419033116055570976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/5419033116055570976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-help-me-out.html' title='Please help me out!'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-4980509217748777386</id><published>2008-06-10T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:13:45.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No favorite unless it's me!</title><content type='html'>This is just a little thing I had to say!&lt;br /&gt;LINDSEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;You are not the favorite daughter! I am! So stop trying to get him to say that you are... Yeah I saw the card...&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, I love you to bits. I just like giving you a hard time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-4980509217748777386?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/4980509217748777386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=4980509217748777386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4980509217748777386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/4980509217748777386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-favorite-unless-its-me.html' title='No favorite unless it&apos;s me!'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-673595132389813124</id><published>2008-05-29T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:27:59.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SD9lNB7sRoI/AAAAAAAAATo/-BYi6xRhgKM/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205990968795088514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SD9lNB7sRoI/AAAAAAAAATo/-BYi6xRhgKM/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I took some pictures with Mom's new digital camera. What do you think?  There are a lot more but I don't think that you would want to see every single one... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SD9lNR7sRpI/AAAAAAAAATw/bJPQdTrz5UI/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205990973090055826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SD9lNR7sRpI/AAAAAAAAATw/bJPQdTrz5UI/s400/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SD9kyx7sRjI/AAAAAAAAATA/iE69Mj2VLm0/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205990517823522354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SD9kyx7sRjI/AAAAAAAAATA/iE69Mj2VLm0/s400/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SD9kzR7sRkI/AAAAAAAAATI/4_7OBrZHpu4/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205990526413456962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SD9kzR7sRkI/AAAAAAAAATI/4_7OBrZHpu4/s400/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SD9kzh7sRlI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5J6B2RAxIMo/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205990530708424274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SD9kzh7sRlI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5J6B2RAxIMo/s400/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SD9kzx7sRmI/AAAAAAAAATY/dIdGJprEtEg/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205990535003391586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SD9kzx7sRmI/AAAAAAAAATY/dIdGJprEtEg/s400/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SD9k0h7sRnI/AAAAAAAAATg/9DESYVMv3QU/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205990547888293490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SD9k0h7sRnI/AAAAAAAAATg/9DESYVMv3QU/s400/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-673595132389813124?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/673595132389813124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=673595132389813124&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/673595132389813124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/673595132389813124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/05/cool-pics.html' title='Cool Pics!'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SD9lNB7sRoI/AAAAAAAAATo/-BYi6xRhgKM/s72-c/IMG_0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-3882622105724906195</id><published>2008-05-18T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:47:17.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just thought that I should put some pictures of my trip to and from Branson on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SDDpZkmdigI/AAAAAAAAASk/68wcbsthLlI/s1600-h/IMG_5661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201914195143920130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SDDpZkmdigI/AAAAAAAAASk/68wcbsthLlI/s400/IMG_5661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SDDpK0mdifI/AAAAAAAAASc/gRfPWbiNptg/s1600-h/IMG_5658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201913941740849650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SDDpK0mdifI/AAAAAAAAASc/gRfPWbiNptg/s400/IMG_5658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SDDpCEmdieI/AAAAAAAAASU/QC5NVEv8Dv8/s1600-h/IMG_5656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201913791416994274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SDDpCEmdieI/AAAAAAAAASU/QC5NVEv8Dv8/s400/IMG_5656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SDDo0kmdidI/AAAAAAAAASM/shN2Nd7QX2s/s1600-h/IMG_5649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201913559488760274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SDDo0kmdidI/AAAAAAAAASM/shN2Nd7QX2s/s400/IMG_5649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over Arizona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SDDohEmdicI/AAAAAAAAASE/KMmnOlTSaI4/s1600-h/IMG_5541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201913224481311170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SDDohEmdicI/AAAAAAAAASE/KMmnOlTSaI4/s400/IMG_5541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going from Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SDDoN0mdibI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8NZhD9dKF98/s1600-h/IMG_5537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201912893768829362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SDDoN0mdibI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8NZhD9dKF98/s400/IMG_5537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SDDoHUmdiaI/AAAAAAAAAR0/SrWGbvbMBr4/s1600-h/IMG_5530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201912782099679650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SDDoHUmdiaI/AAAAAAAAAR0/SrWGbvbMBr4/s400/IMG_5530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Going to Las Vegas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-3882622105724906195?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/3882622105724906195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=3882622105724906195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/3882622105724906195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/3882622105724906195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-thought-that-i-should-put-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SDDpZkmdigI/AAAAAAAAASk/68wcbsthLlI/s72-c/IMG_5661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-2502143169696613171</id><published>2008-05-17T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:27:09.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet</title><content type='html'>Last night was the last performance of the year. Every single one of us even some alumni were crying. Mr. Lunt is going to be leaving Spanish Fork and going to ALA (American Leadership Academy). This next year is going to be a bitter sweet year. I am excited to be in a brand new school with all of my ward friends and to meet new ones too but I just don't want to leave all of the friends that I have made this year. We are only a couple of miles away but because we are all at different schools it seems like we are will be worlds away. I am set on hanging out with all of my friends this summber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-2502143169696613171?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2502143169696613171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=2502143169696613171&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2502143169696613171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2502143169696613171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/05/bitter-sweet.html' title='Bitter Sweet'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-2560980725579919364</id><published>2008-04-16T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:17:09.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir Tour</title><content type='html'>Branson was such a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Premier and two other all girls choirs were put into the mixed choirs category. All together there were thirteen show choirs. Preliminaries were really good for both Spanish Fork choirs. Amassadors went into Semi-Finals in third place and Premier went into Semi-Finals in seventh out of eighth place. During Preliminaries Premier went very first and so we had to do mic check we were also very nervous going into it. Semi-Finals camethe next day and Premier was third to go. We did so much better. I felt more confindent on my solo. It was amazing how well we did. They announced the three finalists around two thirty or so. LIGHT (they are really good friends with us) got in the finals and went first. A group from Plainfield, Indiana got in it too and they went second with Ambassadors going third and last. I help a boy in Ambassadors make his costume changes in time so I was back stage helping them and we all had a shareamony meeting in a way... we can't call them testimonies... and also we were just all talking about this whole last year. When Ambassadors went all of the Premier girls backstage that helped them were screaming their heads off. All of Ambassadors and Premier's hard work over this past year payied off aparently because we did amazing. Premier was the only all girls show choir to make it in Semi-Finals and in one show we went from seventh place to fourth! The choir Jenks got fifth place points wise but the judges liked their presentation more so prefence wise they got fourth place third runners up. Premier got Fourth runners up fifth place. Premier is officialy the best all girls choir in the nation. LIGHT got second runners up third place, Plainfield got first runners up second place, and Ambassadors won Grand Champoins! It was a great expirence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple of pictures I took of the Awards Ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189919360283550290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SAZMKSqfolI/AAAAAAAAAPg/X_XcmGzq6LU/s400/IMG_5619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEST MALE STAGE PRESANCE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group: Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189919592211784290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SAZMXyqfomI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eTccDFFtGuU/s400/IMG_5620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEST FEMALE STAGE PRESANCE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group: Forgot...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189919819845050994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SAZMlCqfonI/AAAAAAAAAPw/oYkcRQ_OIec/s400/IMG_5621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEST MALE VOCALIST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group: Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189920004528644738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SAZMvyqfooI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tQnH2M6WEv4/s400/IMG_5622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEST FEMALE VOCALIST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group: Plainsfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189920605824066210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SAZNSyqfoqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/VbF7SAXVf10/s400/IMG_5624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH RUNNER UP, FIFTH PLACE&lt;br /&gt;Group: Premier, My group!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189920781917725362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SAZNdCqforI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/JLlAD6NwciU/s400/IMG_5625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;THIRD RUNNER UP, FOURTH RUNNER UP&lt;br /&gt;Group: Jenks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189921013845959362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SAZNqiqfosI/AAAAAAAAAQY/LuIt5byM9vE/s400/IMG_5626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;SECOND RUNNER UP, THIRD PLACE&lt;br /&gt;Group: LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189921241479226066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SAZN3yqfotI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3y3Bf8Zx8-s/s400/IMG_5629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;FIRST RUNNER UP, SECOND PLACE&lt;br /&gt;Group: Plainsfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189921915789091554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SAZOfCqfouI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HyRxnwu3Kls/s400/IMG_5630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GRAND CHAMPIONS, FIRST PLACE! NATIONAL CHAMPIONS!                                        Group: Ambassadors!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-2560980725579919364?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2560980725579919364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=2560980725579919364&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2560980725579919364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2560980725579919364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/04/choir-tour.html' title='Choir Tour'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bhoCsN5OuTQ/SAZMKSqfolI/AAAAAAAAAPg/X_XcmGzq6LU/s72-c/IMG_5619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-6641919247002078960</id><published>2008-04-06T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:19:42.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE LEAVE ON WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>I am so extremly excited for Branson that's all I can say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-6641919247002078960?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/6641919247002078960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=6641919247002078960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6641919247002078960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/6641919247002078960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-leave-on-wednesday.html' title='WE LEAVE ON WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136438373755687545.post-2964466690798647371</id><published>2008-03-21T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T17:58:14.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As if I wasn't nervous enough...</title><content type='html'>We recently had choir tryouts for Salem Hills High School. The two more advanced choirs are called Concert Choir and Singers. Concert Choir is the big choir with boys and girls. I made it as a first soprano. I also got a call back for Singers. That choir is only twelve boys and twelve girls. I got a call back for first soprano also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour is coming up. We leave on the ninth of April (only fourteen days!!!). I got registered for an award that is only given to girls, it is called 'Best Female Vocalist'. I am already nervous and that doesn't really help but I really just don't think that I will get it since I am only sixteen and a Sophomore.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my tour schedule:&lt;br /&gt;Flight departs at 11:30 AM&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at Kansas City, MO&lt;br /&gt;Next Day... Leave to tour historic sites&lt;br /&gt;Arrive at Branson Towers Hotel&lt;br /&gt;Load buses for opening show -Six&lt;br /&gt;Next Day... Competitions!!!&lt;br /&gt;Preliminaries at Tri Lakes Center Theater&lt;br /&gt;Premier&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Ambassadors&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Go to a show called "#1 Hits of the 60's" Jim Stafford Theater&lt;br /&gt;Semi-finalists Posted&lt;br /&gt;Next Day... FINALS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Competitions&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Finalists announced&lt;br /&gt;Finals&lt;br /&gt;Awards Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;Showboat Branson Bell Dinner Theater&lt;br /&gt;Next Day...&lt;br /&gt;Church&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Fireside we are putting on&lt;br /&gt;Next Day...&lt;br /&gt;Come Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I am busy busy busy!!! Wish us luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136438373755687545-2964466690798647371?l=katyclark2010.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/feeds/2964466690798647371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5136438373755687545&amp;postID=2964466690798647371&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2964466690798647371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5136438373755687545/posts/default/2964466690798647371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katyclark2010.blogspot.com/2008/03/as-if-i-wasnt-nervous-enough.html' title='As if I wasn&apos;t nervous enough...'/><author><name>Kaitlin Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11512285353485645252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X_W7Ye8ARQ/TznEPNsGfyI/AAAAAAAABIg/O4Ele9tF6-Q/s220/Photo_00001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
