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Just in case you faithful readers of my blog forgot that you were entitled (or should we say "subjected"?) to every detail of my mundane little life, here you go:

So yesterday I went to this premarital class at the BYU Health Center. It was pretty much a marathon (the whole thing took about 3 hours) in-depth sex-ed class from a gospel perspective. Was it a good, informative experience? Yes. Would I do it again? Maybe not. I came home with a headache, just from all the information that had been thrown at me in three hours. And there was a crazy doctor at the end. On the bright side, there was another engaged girl from my ward there, so at least I had a friendly person to talk to.

But anyways, let me get down to the crazy doctor that I wanted to tell you about (I really only wrote about this experience because I wanted to tell you about him). So we all introduced ourselves and told a little about our fiances, and then the lady teaching the class (she was actually a really good teacher, and funny) talked a little about how great marriage is and all that. Then we talked about sex for an hour or so I guess. Then we talked about birth control for half an hour or so, maybe. In between we talked about other random aspects of a happy marriage that I don't remember all too well, but she gave us handouts to remind us. Anyway... to get down to the point of this post... after all our talking about sex and birth control, we all got to go down to the waiting room and they took us out one at a time so we could talk to "clinicians." I'll admit I was not really sure what a clinician is or what I would want to talk to one about. So some lady doctor came and took me into a room (I thought at first that she was the clinician but I guess maybe not) and she was really nice and talked to me like a normal person and took my blood pressure. But then she left, so I guess she wasn't the clinician, and I sat there for what seemed like forever. There should really be copies of Readers Digest or something in exam rooms. Then this doctor guy came in (maybe he was the clinician). Now remember, I teach ESL, so I'm usually quite good at figuring out how to communicate with people, but this guy had me stumped. Not because he was ESL, but because he was a robot! He just started talking about birth control and how 50% of girls get a urinary tract infection on their honeymoon (I kinda want a second opinion on some of the statistics he gave me), and I could tell that he had said the exact same thing to the past five or six or seven girls he had talked to, and I was speechless (kind of like that one guy at the Shane Co., who also left me speechless - did I ever tell that story?). Anyway, before I knew it and before I really had a chance to recover and say anything, he had left the room for a moment and then he was coming back with two prescriptions for me - one for their most commonly prescribed form of birth control, and one for some antibiotic or something in case of that apparently highly likely urinary tract infection. And I thought, You moron! All you did was talk to me robotically for the past two minutes and now you're writing me two prescriptions?!

Anyway, the moral of the story is that, other than the weirdo doctor (clinician??) at the end, the class was quite informative and actually enjoyable, and I recommend it to any of you who happen to be at BYU and getting married.

And I'm still confused about what exactly a clinician is, but I don't suppose that's really an important part of the story.

Now I kind of need to go do my homework that's due tonight at midnight.