The only thing scarier then myself is being stuck with myself for long periods of time. As classes were canceled today due to the Storm of the Year (unofficially titled) there wasn't a lot to do. Not at lot to do. As such, I caught up on my Psych, Colbert Report, and ESPN viewing. As well, I read some on my kindle and enjoyed a nice 45 min nap. Gotta love being able to do the simple stuff.
Recently, I have been enjoying a nice period of introspection. This of course is documented by the fact that I've posted more then a few times in the last few days. As such, I've been exploring facebook and as I look at different profile pages, for the most part, different memories are instantly brought up depending upon the person. I was looking at Joe Ipson's page, for example, and we took a Network+ class together and had a great time harassing the teacher and the other students.
So what does this have to do with the price of tea in China? Well, we each meet new people every day. Suppose for example that we each meet 1 new person per day on average (Using an average we can take into account that we all meet a ton of people the first few days of each semester and then don't meet as many on the following days and so forth). Well I'm currently 20, but we will use 21 for simplistic math and because rounding up is for winners. So 21 x 365 + 5 (for leap years) = 7670.
Once again what does this bring us to? With the limited capacity our memories have we forget the majority of the people we meet. We also forget many of the situations we have been in. Which means there is always that handful of people that you will probably remember for the rest of your life. Whether those memories are triggered by a passing phrase or even by the persistent reminder of a great event the two of survived and or enjoyed together, they are hopefully pleasant memories. For example, my roommate David owns a game for the PS3 that whenever we play it together or I see the controllers for it, I am reminded of Orientation and the good times we all had together. Whenever I think of, or am reminded of, a dance I always think of Katie Weber and Sammie Ufford which of course reminds me of Sadie's and Prom(which is mentioned below). Hopefully, somewhere out there, is someone who looks at a random item and thinks of the goofiness that is myself. We can only hope to have some sort of impression upon those people we meet. So to those I cannot and do not want to forget, this post is for you.
Also with this storm as a backdrop I'm reminded of Christmas break when my family's furnace went out early on Sunday morning. The rest of the day as some people fretted (Courtney, I'm looking at you!) I wasn't worried at all. I contributed this to my successful upbringing in the Scouts program and the event that every boy scout needs in order to truly have done the scouting thing. Klondike. For those not familiar with the Klondike tradition let me explain a bit. Klondike is winter camping. You arrive on Friday night and spend the night outside surviving the elements. When you wake up on Saturday you compete as a troop in a number of different events such as snow-shoeing, sled races, and first-aid. My troop, 230 The Badgers, never won but we always did well, I believing placing in second or third one year when we competed as a troop of two. This camp tested your ability to survive the winter cold and then compete at a highish level.
Klondike was one of the events in your life that you don't forget. It was a character building time and it comes with a great story that can be told in a lot of different situations to the tune of a bunch of different reactions. Luckily for me, I have an assortment of those events that I use for a variety of storytelling moments. Those of you who know me well know these stories and know how often they are referenced in some form or another. These stories include Prom, Sadie's, and of course Pink Floyd. If I haven't told you these stories then you should ask me about them or just give me some time. It really is only a matter of time till I tell you myself. It's like the instructor said in my mission prep class when talking about being able to talk to people. He looked at me and said, "I don't think you'll have a problem talking to anyone." Much like Pringles, once I start, I just can't stop.
Hopefully I will be able to better feel out my schedule for tomorrow. If not I guess I could always do the homework I will have to do anyways. As an updater to my post from the 26th, I had my interview with the Stake President last night. Definitely, the most intense interview I've ever had but definitely one I needed to go through and one that went well. He told me that he felt I was ready to go and would sign off on my papers when we had them forwarded to him. So I'm just waiting for my Bishops, the one from Stansbury Park and the one from Norman, to communicate with one another and then my paperwork is all done. I'll keep you posted on what occurs.
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