"wisdom" teeth, now thats ironic...

Wisdom teeth, also known as mandibular third molars, are located distally from the mandibular second molars and have no teeth posterior to them. They usually appear between the ages of 16-25, and are called wisdom teeth because they come in when a person is older and has gained some "wisdom". 
Although I appreciate the confidence that the dentists that named the tooth had in us 20 yr olds by calling us wise, I would like to suggest that that is a silly name for the tooth.  The tooth serves no practical or beneficial purpose. It merely exists to be taken out. Yes the teeth do provide an excuse to try laughing gas and to eat pineapple sherbet and pudding, but the inconveniences of not being able to chew or smile, and the striking resemblance to a woodland creature preparing for winter  by packing food in the cheeks are enough to far out weigh the benefits. A definition of wisdom is "common sense; good judgement" and i hereby submit that wisdom teeth do not fit with that definition. Common sense would agree that we do not need the teeth, and good judgement would say that you do not call something that causes so much pain and inconvenience wise. I got my wisdom teeth out this weekend and the only bit of wisdom that i got out of it was a new and handy use for nylons (they make a perfect icebpack for your head, you can ice both cheeks with out having to hold the ice!) All in all, I would give up that bit of wisdom for the ability to eat as I please, play sports, and get my cheeks back to normal size. I'm sorry, I really have enjoyed watching movies, eating ice cream, and perfecting my smoothy making skills, I just had to vent about the irony that I experienced. And no, i am not storing food in my cheeks and yes nylons are tied around my head. So, all in favor of changing the name of the mandibular third molars from "wisdom teeth" to "incredibly annoying teeth" say I. 

Front Row Seats

I love Cougar Football. I love the smell of stadium food. I love the sound of a mass of thousands of people cheering from far away. I love watching the whole stadium, grandparents included, jump up excitedly during the wave. I love watching the game from the front row of the south-side end zone. I love being able to see my shadow on the beautiful field! Luckily my roommate has a boyfriend who is the biggest cougar fan of all, and was way on top of getting us sports passes. His efforts to be on top got us seats at the very bottom. We are practically on the field and all the close home game wins, and the complete blowouts, we got to witness from a few feet away! The home games are now over and I had to miss the last one because of good old wisdom teeth, but I wanted one last hurrah to possibly the best seats in my college football viewing life, and tip my hat to the fact that the grass was three feet away, and that we totally could have rushed the field if we wanted to. So rise and shout, the cougars are out! No matter where you or I are viewing the game, the cougars are on to fame and glory! Rise and shout, our cheers will ring out, whether they be from the front row or from your grandmother's living room. just raise your colors high in the blue, and cheer the cougars of BYU. Rah Rah Rah! Gooooooooo COUGARS! (wish them luck against Utah!)