BLESSINGS!!!

Apparently the BYU people put the guilt lessons into overdrive during finals week.  Yesterday the bishop talked about how we need to go to church, do our visiting/home teaching, and go to family home evening especially when we're stressed out about schoolwork.  Because, you know, blessings.

Obviously I just rolled my eyes and ignored this advice, given that I'm a heathen and all.  I totally DIDN'T go to family home evening last night.  I was about half an hour away from finishing my term paper, and I didn't want to lose the momentum.   Plus a weird guy was planning the activity.

My super cool roommate, whom I'll call "Gwen," didn't care, but I did get this text from a boy whom I have named "Eugene." Cuz he's a dork.

Eugene: You won't recieve blessings if you dont come to Fhe. Dont you want blessings.

Me: Thank you for your concern, but I will receive the marvelous blessing of finishing my research paper and not having to play whatever awkward game Hau planned."

Eugene: Whatev.

But seriously, why is family home evening so critical to my eternal salvation?  The only remotely spiritual thing we do is listen to a verse from the scriptures and a one-sentence summary given by a nervous person who just wants to sit down and be done.  Then we play Simon Says or whatever, and then we eat cupcakes.   God blesses me for this?  I could understand church, if you believe in that kind of thing, but game night? 

Besides, my blessings are my business.  No need to interrupt my obviously important homework.