It must be a Thursday, because I'm none too please with the world today. Much like Arthur Dent from the greatest movie ever. I've never been a big fan of Thursdays. They are particular creatures that I have just never been able to tame. This Thursday was no exception and it was definitely not helped along by the gray overcast and light misting that has occurred throughout the day. Oh well!
Since my last post a few things have occurred but too much so I quick recap will suffice.
Monday was a traditional Monday. Everything went so-so and nothing really rocked my world. Neither Torts or Constitutional Law stand out and if I'm not misremembering I also missed Family Home Evening that night as well. I can't offer a good reason for missing said FHE but it happened, so I'll look forward to building the FHE streak starting this Monday.
Tuesday was much the same as Monday but varied a bit. Tuesday night I decided to attend the Prophets of the Church class taught by Brother and Sister Shumway. We discussed President John Taylor, the third prophet for those unaware, and I frankly learned quite a bit. I'm not saying I know everything, but I do, but I was surprised at how little I knew about President Taylor. Perhaps I wasn't paying attention to the lessons when people spoke of him or perhaps they never did, but I didn't know a lot about him. I can now safely say I know a bit more. I decided to walk to and from the institute Tuesday night and I think I'll continue to do that. It is a good walk and doesn't take that long at all.
Wednesday, or yesterday, continued in the similar fashion of the past few days. Classes were uninspiring and the day just seemed to float on. That night though I did have Missionary Prep and we discussed personal worthiness. A very good lessons that will keep me coming back for more. I guess the difference between this mission prep class and all the others I've been involved with is my willingness to be there. I signed up for this class and I freely attend and as such I get so much more out of it then I would otherwise. After mission prep, I made the bi-weekly, or sometimes weekly, trip to Wal-Mart to purchase the required provision for the next while. Wal-Mart trips are always interesting especially when you are by yourself and thus can purchase whatever you want in whatever quantity you want. A truer test of character and determination may not exist.
Today. Much like many Thursdays started out in a way I wish it wouldn't have. At about 3am this morning I could hear loud poundings on the doors outside the apartment. Usually I am unable to tell if the door being pounded on is our's or someone else's so I just don't go answer the door (I also never have surprised visitors so I don't have to worry about them). Well the pounding continued for awhile and finally I went out to see what was going on. By the time I got out there, there was no one around. What a waste!
Classes on aggregate were okay. Civil Procedure and Criminal Law were as good as they can be, but Legal Writing was no fun at all. Here perhaps some prudence and self-filtering would probably be good, and as such I will exercise such prudence. Blah!
Tonight, I'm rolling with the Missionaries. They called me earlier and apparently need someone to give them a lift and sit in on a lesson. I enjoy working with the missionaries and am only too happy to do so. Besides that the docket is empty and I should probably do some homework. With the rough draft due on Monday, anything I do now won't have to be done on Sunday night. So lets be productive for once and knock some of it out.
And I said quick recap right?
Either way, I was thinking about it last night and I was impressed with certain thoughts.
You see the story goes, at least what I remember being told, is that when I was about to be born my parents decided upon the name Nathan Cylde Nielson. My middle name obviously in the fashion and in honor of my Grandfather on my mother side, Grandpa Hunt. The only problem was that after I was born they were both impressed with how much I looked like my father and so they changed their minds and named me Nathan John Nielson. Since that day, I've done my absolute best to imitate my father. In speech patterns, thought patterns, and general actions.
Luckily for me, my father is an outstanding individual who places great importance on the important things in this life. He has always supported each of his children with 110% and has never been afraid to bring us in line when required. Of particular note was when he forced me to tell my basketball coach that I couldn't travel with the team because I needed to finish an assignment for class. Although, I was embarrassed and pretty mad for a bit, I did the assignment and then he took me out to lunch that day. He has taught me many very important principles in life and I've probably given him the majority of his gray hair. I call him at least once a day if not more then that and he always fields my calls.
It is because of my father that I am where I am right now. He told me, and I believed him, that I could achieve anything I wanted. He was there at many of, if not all, of the other major events of my life. It was because of his example that I knew the importance of education and it was his background as a police officer that sparked my interest in the law and in the particular field of law I want to practice, criminal prosecution. I frequently quote him and many times, my best stories are our stories.
Thank you Dad.
This post wouldn't be compete unless I noted my mother as well. Besides the fact that she gave birth to me, which I hear wasn't as easy as defining personal jurisdiction, she has played a very important role in my life as well. I know, like my father, she has gone out of her way to be at many, if not all, of the important events in my life. My mom has worked very hard for a long time to support us physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I know how much I mean to my mother and I want her to know how much she means to me.
When I moved out of the house for the first time, into the residence halls at the U, I began to realize how much my mother did for me. Not just the physical thing either. She was always willing and able to listen to me and then to chide me for my naive opinions. She always made sure I had plenty to eat (I currently blame her for my size so you know) and was more then willing to suffer through my painful experiences with me. For example, my senior year in high school I contracted a Staph Infection. She was there every time we went to the hospital and took me to the ER for that first visit when the infection was getting bad. My mother also gave me the best christmas present I've ever received. A quilt, that I know took many hours to put together. The best part about this gift is I get to enjoy the benefit of it every night and it is a constant reminder of her love for me.
Thank you Mom.
I guess what I want to say is that every day, when I think about it, I realize that it is because of them that I am this far in life and have many more adventures left to go. One day, I hope I will be great influence on my children as well.
One Love
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