Law school sucks.
That simple secret I will give to you for free. For anyone out there that is considering law school I shall offer another piece of advice; don't go to law school unless you really want to. I guess it is amazing that I haven't had this moment of inspiration until this moment in my short law school career but better late then never right?
Now don't get me wrong, I wanted to be at law school and I willingly signed up for this ultimate torture that being a 1L is. I'm glad I am doing it and would never trade away this experience, but that doesn't mean I can't evaluate and find it to be sucking.
It is amazing that I thought pre-spring break was going to be the worst this semester could be before finals. I had come to that conclusion thinking that Oral Arguments wouldn't take as much time, or have as much stress, as writing the brief had. Oh how I've been wrong! The coupling of trying to get back into the swing of school after spring break and the sudden onset of the oral arguments have left me, and I'd assume the rest of my class, mentally, physically, and every other -ly tired. In fact, for the first time in a long time, I felt that there was slight danger I might not be able to stay awake in constitutional law. That might have been due to the boring cases as well though.
Either way, the constant stress and perhaps fitful sleep have not been doing me any favors recently. Well such is life and I guess I will just have to deal. Not much has occurred in my life that is worth positing besides two major things.
First, I got the opportunity to once again sample the hospitality that is Natalie and Jacob's residence in Stillwater. Interestingly enough, we got the opportunity to go a casino with Jacob's Nanna and have breakfast. Nanna, apparently, likes to go to the casino for breakfast because of how cheap it is. In fact, there were five of us and we all ate for $10.05, if memories serves. Not only was the food cheap, but it was actually pretty good. I'd assume they take the loss, if there is one, on the food in the hopes that you will stick around and gamble. We thwarted that plan by just eating, no gambling for us. Furthermore this was my first time to be IDed for something. Luckily, I was old enough.
Second, I had my interview with my Bishop yesterday for a temple recommend and a living ordinances recommend. I passed the interview and now I just need to interview with the Stake President. I fairly sure I should be fine with that interview as well. All things are still pointing to me receiving my endowments at the Oklahoma City Temple on May 8th.
As I was walking to retrieve my mail, of which there was none, I reflected upon my mood within the last few days. It's been an interesting week with some ups and a few downs. I've realized that there is a pattern in all things. As such, no one is able to maintain highs indefinitely and luckily everyone can eventually escape those downer moments. Now that is both a good thing and a bad thing. Wouldn't it be nice if we could maintain that euphoria and ward of the bad and disappointing? Furthermore, do we even really need to suffer to know how good things can be? I'll let you fill in the answer for both.
As I was reflecting on this, I thought about how I seem to be able to maintain a pretty level keel through both the good times and the bad. Maybe you'd disagree, but I don't feel like in moments of euphoria I've ever lost control or in moments of despair that I've gone overboard.So I've been thinking about such and wondering why is this so?
I honestly can't tell you why. I'd like to think it is my nature confidence and eternal optimistic thoughts but that would be a shallow self-serving idea to put forth. Perhaps, it is my religious background that professes that all we have to do is our best and the rest will be made up for us? Then again maybe it is the fact that I know my parents unconditionally love me and so I don't worry about losing them? Maybe, my upbringing and my parents focus on the family instilled me with the idea that I will never be alone and I have no need to fear? Perhaps, I was one of the lucky ones, that was just born with an innate abilities to be able to handle emotions? Maybe, I'm wrong about myself and I don't handle my emotions as well as I think I do?
Either way I think we should all consider the life that we live and how we cope. Hopefully doing so will allow us all to be better people and achieve what we want to achieve. Furthermore, my hope is that those that struggle with down days will continue on fighting that battle as there is a brighter future to be had.
One Love
ps. 80 days till I report to the MTC
Monday, March 29, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Being comfortable with reflection
Awhile back, I was reading something in which the author was talking about the dangers of electronics and new technology. Although, I overall disagreed with the premises one of his points hit home and I was thinking about it today as I walked home from Mission Prep.
He mentioned how some people are so afraid, or at least unwilling, to be alone with their thoughts. In order to not be alone they constantly use music or even other people in order to take their minds away. He continued that perhaps some people lacked the discipline, or did not want to develop the discipline, required to control their thoughts and as such were unwilling to think in case the worse should occur.
Undoubtedly there was a time in my life when I would have said that is what I was doing. Whenever I was studying or reading the newspaper I had iTunes blaring someone else's thoughts put to music. I was unwilling to sit somewhere quiet and just reflect on what the day had brought. I don't know when I started to change but I seem to find myself in a lot more situations where I am left alone with my thoughts.
For example, while I was waiting to receive my birth certificates I was stuck in an area for over four hours. Some people were listening to their iPods others read. I had came unprepared and as such was required to sit. For awhile, I sat agitated and frustrated with the amount of time the procedures were taking. Eventually I realized that I was going to be fine and I should take the opportunity to think. I did so and I had at least 3 hours of thinking time. Time to myself where I could just sit back and think about who I was, where I was, and why I was there.
It is in moments like this that I seem to receive the greatest answers or insights. I remember a drive between Stillwater and Norman where I started to connect the dots in my mind. I started to realize that the individual events of my life were not so individual. I realized the path that was required to get me where I was going and although I don't know the final destination I am better able to understand the past route.
There have been a ton of events that upon reflection, I can now see a relation. I'm sure of that there has been an inspired hand that has been guiding me and those around me. Surely random chance can't explain everything that has happened?
Hopefully I haven't gotten too far off on where I meant to go with this post. I guess in the end we all need to take some time for ourselves. We need to cut the distractions and listen to the thoughts of our mind and heart. Perhaps such inquire will only garner more questions to begin, but I know that through thoughtful reflection we can find the answer to all of our questions. If not answers then at least comfort.
One Love
He mentioned how some people are so afraid, or at least unwilling, to be alone with their thoughts. In order to not be alone they constantly use music or even other people in order to take their minds away. He continued that perhaps some people lacked the discipline, or did not want to develop the discipline, required to control their thoughts and as such were unwilling to think in case the worse should occur.
Undoubtedly there was a time in my life when I would have said that is what I was doing. Whenever I was studying or reading the newspaper I had iTunes blaring someone else's thoughts put to music. I was unwilling to sit somewhere quiet and just reflect on what the day had brought. I don't know when I started to change but I seem to find myself in a lot more situations where I am left alone with my thoughts.
For example, while I was waiting to receive my birth certificates I was stuck in an area for over four hours. Some people were listening to their iPods others read. I had came unprepared and as such was required to sit. For awhile, I sat agitated and frustrated with the amount of time the procedures were taking. Eventually I realized that I was going to be fine and I should take the opportunity to think. I did so and I had at least 3 hours of thinking time. Time to myself where I could just sit back and think about who I was, where I was, and why I was there.
It is in moments like this that I seem to receive the greatest answers or insights. I remember a drive between Stillwater and Norman where I started to connect the dots in my mind. I started to realize that the individual events of my life were not so individual. I realized the path that was required to get me where I was going and although I don't know the final destination I am better able to understand the past route.
There have been a ton of events that upon reflection, I can now see a relation. I'm sure of that there has been an inspired hand that has been guiding me and those around me. Surely random chance can't explain everything that has happened?
Hopefully I haven't gotten too far off on where I meant to go with this post. I guess in the end we all need to take some time for ourselves. We need to cut the distractions and listen to the thoughts of our mind and heart. Perhaps such inquire will only garner more questions to begin, but I know that through thoughtful reflection we can find the answer to all of our questions. If not answers then at least comfort.
One Love
Filler
I have been extremely busy recently and as such the blog as suffered. Oh well! I guess in the end if I have to choose between real life business and blog business, real life wins hands down no doubt about it. Spring Break was last week and to be honest a record of my dealings day-to-day would probably bore you but let me hit up some of the highlights.
Tuesday Night - March 17
Although Chelsea lost in the afternoon, the day was not lost. After my parents returned home, we all got back into the car and rode into Salt Lake City. We went to Rodizio Grill in Trolley Square. Rodizio, in case you haven't heard about it, is a Brazilian eatery. The wikipedia page explains what it is much better then I could and the link for it is here. The food is amazing and the price is high. In order to ensure that we get our monies worth I make sure to eat as much as I possibly can. I love that place. We drove back after a quick stop at the local Smith's and all was right in the world.
Thursday - March 19
Thursday ushered in the greatest sporting event that occurs in America. That is the NCAA Mens Basketball Tournament. With opening round game starting at 10:20 mst and continuing throughout the day there truly is nothing better, if you love basketball. I got the opportunity to watch the BYU-Florida game, poor Florida, and then after that went shopping with my Mother. We had to purchase some mission equipment, mainly pants, shoes, and ties, before we once again met up with my Father. I left my Mother with my Father and took her car up to the U to hang out with my Bro's and play Ultimate. We had a blast and also ate at the Pie and the world was good again.
Friday - March 20
Not much occurred on Friday but I did get the opportunity to eat lunch with my Aunt Carroll. Aunt Carroll is amazing. I have always counted myself very lucky to be related to such a lady. I don't know ho to describe how awesome she is so just take my word for it because she is awesome.
Monday - March 22
I flew home Monday and as such missed the first day of classes. Oh well! I can remover from such a loss and I'm not to worried about it. Before my flight, my Mother and I did some more shopping and had lunch which was fun and very worthwhile. I got to the airport around 3:45 and to my surprise Brother Barber was waiting at the same gate. Somehow we had booked the same flights home. We landed in Oklahoma City at 9:40pm and due to traffic I got home about 11:00pm. I had a great time in Utah over spring break but I was really glad to get back and get started on work again.
Tuesday - March 23
Yesterday was the first round of oral arguments for my team. I think we did a pretty good job and I think we will do well over the next few rounds. Other then that I made sure to attend Institute and went to Wal-Mart after that. It's been a long week and I hope it gets a bit easier soon.
No deep thoughts for the day. Just wanted to keep you updated.
One Love
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Airports
Can you believe it? I sure can't. I remember receiving my license back in 2005 and noting that it would expire in 2010 and thinking to myself, "Man this isn't going to expire for forever." My license is now expired as it expired on my birthday. If I had followed standard mormon protocol I would be returning from my mission within the next few months... Jeez, am I really that old? Of course, I still have plenty of years ahead of me, but it seems weird to think that I've finally reached 21. Never saw that happening, at least not for awhile.
My posting has become a bit more erratic over the last few weeks as I've been quite a bit busier then usual. Never fear though as I've got nothing going on until about 5pm tonight so I've got plenty of time to write.
Tuesday the 9th
Although class were the norm, I had the opportunity to feed the missionaries that night. On March 1st, Lena and I were waiting for the Ward Missionary meeting to start after church and we were waiting with the two missionaries. Elder Hamner looked over at me and reminded me that I hadn't signed up to feed the missionaries yet. I replied that I would sign up when Lena sign up. We joked around for awhile and then Lena and I decided to feed them together at my apartment. We did pasta in a white-sauce with chicken, corn, fruit salad, and some texas toast. It went well and after we finished eating we dropped the missionaries off at their next appointment and then headed to the institute for class.
Wednesday the 10th
Classes were once again fairly normal and so there is nothing to report about them. I did have the great opportunity though to home teach two of my hometeachees. Home teaching is one of my favorite church programs. It truly is an inspired way for the members to take care of each other. I was especially fortunate to teach a lesson on Patriarchal Blessings to a new member. I hope she learned as much as I did. That night Lena and I went to Orange Tree to celebrate, or in her case to mourn, the 3rd bedlam meeting of the year.
Thursday the 11th
People are going to start to wonder if I even go to classes the way I post about them here. Either way, once again classes were fairly tame. The highlight of Thursday night was indoor soccer with Matt. The guys from the local spanish ward get together and play indoor soccer at the stake center. I went and played with them because Matt and I hadn't hung out for awhile. It was a blast! I definitely wasn't very good but I enjoyed it immensely. I wasn't sore afterwards at least not until saturday and then it was tough.
Friday the 12th
Classes were difficult on Friday. Being so close to Spring Break it was hard to focus on anything but the freedom that was to soon be. I was good in that I showed up for Civil Procedure but I was bad in that I skipped Criminal Law to work on my brief... Oh well! I'll be okay. Friday night Lena and I went to the Softball game of OU v. Utah. I thought Utah might be able to pull off an upset for awhile after they homered in the first inning. Sadly, they weren't able to sustain the momentum and OU ended up crushing them 12-1 in 5. Side note of the night, We were planning on going to Starbucks after the game in order to get their Carmel Apple Spice drinks, which are very good, but the Starbucks on campus closes at 8pm on weekends! What is up with that!?! After I dropped Lena off, I ran back to my apartment got my stuff together and then drove out to Stillwater. I didn't get to Stillwater until about 12:30am but it was good enough for me.
Saturday the 13th
Natalie, Jacob, and I hung out Saturday morning until we drove to Guthrie and ate at the Stable. The Stable is a Nielson family essential. It is a BBQ cafe and it is absolutely amazing. The portions are huge and the food is awesome. After the Stable we went antiquing, which I discovered is code for looking at junk, around the town and then drove back to Stillwater. After some ice-cream and some downtime, I picked my stuff up and away I drove back to down to Norman. I was hoping I was going to be able to print my talk off for church the next day but then I realized that my usual printing location, the Law School Library, was going to be closed and I wasn't going to be printing off anything until Monday. Uh Oh!
Sunday the 14th
I had the opportunity to speak in church on Sunday and my talk was on endurance. Like I mentioned just barely, I was unable to print anything off so I was forced to talk from a skeleton outline. It worked out really well though as I had plenty of material prepared and I love to talk to people so I wasn't nervous at all. My first speaker spoke for 10 minutes and I spoke for 35. I think it went really well at least that is what people told me. Sunday night was all appellate brief all the time. I spent a few good hours on it and got it ready to go.
Monday the 15th
Monday started in Norman, Oklahoma and ended in Stansbury Park, Utah. I woke up about 8am and got ready and then traveled the vast distance to the law school. I quickly read through my paper and discovered that I had used fiances instead of finances. As you can tell, there is a big difference between the two. Phew! Dodge a bullet there. After I turned in my paper, I drove to the airport and get ready to fly back home. I flew Frontier for the first time ever and it was pleasant flights. I actually had the same crew for both flights which was nice because I had friended the flight attendant in the back. Luckily for me, she took a liking to me and so we changed my seat on the second flight to one with more legroom, gave me a snack usually reserved for reward members, and gave me quite a lot to drink without having to ask for it. She was really nice and I plan on writing an email to Frontier complimenting her. My father and sister picked me up at the airport and we bumped into some missionaries just departing for Sydney. The missionary we were talking to actually was probably related to us. After we left the airport, we went and picked up my mom and then went to eat.
Tuesday the 16th
I woke up today about 10am which was really really nice. Since then I've been hanging out and watching TV. The Chelsea game starts in 15 minutes and I'm super stoked to finally get to watch them its been far too long.
Airports
Surely in today's modern world the airport is much like the seaport of old, the central hub of transportation where individuals of all walks of life are forced to interact with one another. I was thinking about this as I was sitting in the Denver Airport during my layover. I can't think of any other place, where I interacted, maybe on a very basic level, with more individuals that I will never interact with again. More over, it is interesting how everyone in the airport shares a similarity in their story else they would not be sharing such a common space for such a limited amount of time.
That thought struck me as I was sitting next to a spunky sixth grader who wanted to talk to me the entire flight. What interesting lives we have both, undoubtedly, lived to that extent and how different we were, but for a brief moment our stories were intertwined as she continued to talk through my book. As we both went our different ways myself to wait for my next flight and her to find our cousin, I was struck with the fact that we were never to see each other again. I won't miss her, to be honest, but it is interesting how many of these types of interactions we have with other individuals, and perhaps it is a testimony that we should cherish the relationships that we do have.
Bah! That's too deep for me. Chelsea FC is playing right now so I'd better focus up more on the match. Until next time, Keep the Blue Flag Flying High!
One Love
Tuesday the 16th
I woke up today about 10am which was really really nice. Since then I've been hanging out and watching TV. The Chelsea game starts in 15 minutes and I'm super stoked to finally get to watch them its been far too long.
Airports
Surely in today's modern world the airport is much like the seaport of old, the central hub of transportation where individuals of all walks of life are forced to interact with one another. I was thinking about this as I was sitting in the Denver Airport during my layover. I can't think of any other place, where I interacted, maybe on a very basic level, with more individuals that I will never interact with again. More over, it is interesting how everyone in the airport shares a similarity in their story else they would not be sharing such a common space for such a limited amount of time.
That thought struck me as I was sitting next to a spunky sixth grader who wanted to talk to me the entire flight. What interesting lives we have both, undoubtedly, lived to that extent and how different we were, but for a brief moment our stories were intertwined as she continued to talk through my book. As we both went our different ways myself to wait for my next flight and her to find our cousin, I was struck with the fact that we were never to see each other again. I won't miss her, to be honest, but it is interesting how many of these types of interactions we have with other individuals, and perhaps it is a testimony that we should cherish the relationships that we do have.
Bah! That's too deep for me. Chelsea FC is playing right now so I'd better focus up more on the match. Until next time, Keep the Blue Flag Flying High!
One Love
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
The best thoughts of men are those they don't share
It is probably ironic that I'm posting under such a title. I guess that is for you to decide.
Last week was a very uninteresting week for me. The first half of the week seemed fairly boring and as such I didn't bother posting last Thursday. To be truthful, a whole lot didn't happen so I guess nothing was lost eh?
Major events of last week:
Road tripping to OKC
As a law school student living on OU's campus a majority of my transit is either between my apartment and the law school or between my apartment and the institute. Opportunities to travel abroad, or out of Norman, are fairly scarce and usually lead to 1904 Cowboy Ct. in Stillwater. Shortly after I received my mission call I received a visa application, to Suriname, from the church. It stated that I needed to go get passport immediately and to get my information sent to the church as soon as possible. In order to get my passport though I needed an "official" birth certificate. Apparently the one I had was not official enough?
So, recognizing this need and having criminal law canceled for the day, I got in my car and headed up to Oklahoma City so I could request two official birth certificates. Before leaving town though I had to stop and get gas and fill up my tires. Luckily, for me, while I was filling my tires a guy was pushing his car up to a gas pump. I got the opportunity to help him push his car into the gas station. It is always nice to be able to serve others especially when those opportunities fall into your lap.
I got to the Oklahoma Health Department some time around 11:30am. I then proceeded to stand in line for an hour before I could even file my request for my birth certificate. After that I was forced to wait for them to call my number and help me get my birth certificates. I received my birth certificates shortly before 3pm. I was there just under four hours with absolutely nothing to do but think.
Luckily, I was able to get my birth certificates drive to the local post office and get my passport application submitted and paid for. If I have my way, I'd love to have my passport sitting in Stansbury when I get home for Spring Break. This would allow me to finish up my visa application and have one less thing standing in the way of my mission.
Service Project at the Hack's
On Saturday the ward got together and met at the Brother and Sister Hack's for a service project. Brother Hack is a member of the ward bishopric and currently holds the office of the first counselor to the Bishop. Bro. Hack is one of the most friendly and nice men I have ever met. He took the initiative to introduce himself to me my first week in the ward and since then he always takes the time to talk with me. I can testify that he is an instrument in the hands of the Lord as it was his thoughtful questions at the right time that got the ball rolling in a certain area. Truly, as I have stated before, he is one of the greatest men I have ever met. We got the opportunity to serve him rather then having him serve us for once.
When we arrived at the Hack's we had breakfast. The breakfast was good and I enjoyed it quite a bit. After breakfast, we gathered together outside under the guise of taking a group picture and then we announced to Bro. Hack that we were there to serve him and help him get some of his yard work done. We worked until about 1pm and then we had lunch. After lunch, I headed home so I could get some significant work done on my paper. I feel safe saying that everyone who attended the service project had a really good time.
Fast Sunday at the Single's Ward
The goals of a Single's Ward, in my opinion, are rather simple to ascertain. First, the Single's Ward is to provide a place from single members of the church to meet together with people of their own age. Second, the Single's Ward provides a place where members are able to grow temporary and spiritually. Finally, and in some people's minds the most important reason for a Single's Ward, is to get all the singles together and hopefully all married off. I had almost forgotten this last and maybe most important goal.
Since the ice storms of January, I have made a great effort to walk to church more often. I believe there has been one Sunday and very few Mondays, Tuesdays, or Wednesdays where I have actually driven this semester. Not only has this helped save gas but it has also given me a bit of exercise and a chance to think. Consequently, Lena and I have walked together to church a few times as our paths converge. This lead us to sitting next to each other during Sacrament and various other meetings.
This last Sunday, or yesterday, I had to be at church early for a personal priesthood interview (PPI) as such Lena and I weren't able to walk together and we arrived at the institute at different times. I choose my normal seat, middle section second row second chair from the left, and Lena choose to sit somewhere else for sacrament meeting. Funny enough, someone came up to me and asked if Lena and I had fought or had an argument and that was the reason why we weren't sitting together. I guess I forgot that in a Single's Ward two people sitting by each other are fast tracked to marriage.
Also of note, about Sunday, I got the opportunity to give my testimony in fast and testimony meeting. Interestingly enough, I don't know if I've ever born my testimony before. Perhaps I did it when I was a little kid but I can't remember ever doing it before. I've felt like I needed to do it since last November but I haven't had the opportunity to bear my testimony in the Single's Ward so I kept putting it off and not doing it. So this last Sunday when I had the opportunity I took it and I'm glad I did.
Rough Draft of The Paper
The capitalization of the above is not a mistake. As kind of a capstone for Legal Writing & Research each one L is required to write a 30+ page appellate brief on the two legal issues assigned by the program. I call it The Paper because it may be the worst paper I've ever had to write. Not only is it super long but it is mentally draining. I actually finished my rough draft this morning about 8:40am and turned it in before the due time of 9:15am. It is just an extensive project and because of it, and perhaps some bad time management on my part, I wasn't able to read the required readings for class today. So I took an absence in one class and in the other I signed the roll stating I was unprepared and thus I was safe from being called on. A strong start to the week? No, but it'll do. The Paper is due on March 15th, my birthday, and I plan to turn it in hopefully a few days in advance so I don't have to worry about it just before I fly back to Salt Lake City.
The best thoughts of men are those they don't share
I am a thinker. That statement is not intended to convey some sort of prestigious title upon myself but rather to denote that I think. I think a lot. I also like to share, to talk, to let others know what I am thinking. I've come to believe that this must be a Nielson trait, or perhaps Hunt, as all the other members of my family seem to be the same in this regard. We over think and then we share. A lack of censorship, coupled with over active brains lead us to interesting outcomes. For example, my father, when announcing a ward water slide party, told everyone that he always thought it was interesting to see what everyone looked like at such an event. To no one's surprise the women of the ward did not wear swimming suits that year.
Pondering about this trait of mine, I came to the conclusion that perhaps the best thoughts of men are those that we keep to ourselves. Not because we have then refused to share our deepest most intimate thoughts, but rather because we have learned what is and what is not appropriate to be said and thus censor ourselves when necessary. I still lack the ability to self censor sometimes and hopefully I can develop this ability with time and diligence. Of course our thoughts are to be shared but only when appropriate and proper.
For any of those out there that I have offended because of my lack of tact, or censorship, I offer a profuse apology. Mainly because I probably don't know I've offended you.
One Love and Many Thanks
Last week was a very uninteresting week for me. The first half of the week seemed fairly boring and as such I didn't bother posting last Thursday. To be truthful, a whole lot didn't happen so I guess nothing was lost eh?
Major events of last week:
Road tripping to OKC
As a law school student living on OU's campus a majority of my transit is either between my apartment and the law school or between my apartment and the institute. Opportunities to travel abroad, or out of Norman, are fairly scarce and usually lead to 1904 Cowboy Ct. in Stillwater. Shortly after I received my mission call I received a visa application, to Suriname, from the church. It stated that I needed to go get passport immediately and to get my information sent to the church as soon as possible. In order to get my passport though I needed an "official" birth certificate. Apparently the one I had was not official enough?
So, recognizing this need and having criminal law canceled for the day, I got in my car and headed up to Oklahoma City so I could request two official birth certificates. Before leaving town though I had to stop and get gas and fill up my tires. Luckily, for me, while I was filling my tires a guy was pushing his car up to a gas pump. I got the opportunity to help him push his car into the gas station. It is always nice to be able to serve others especially when those opportunities fall into your lap.
I got to the Oklahoma Health Department some time around 11:30am. I then proceeded to stand in line for an hour before I could even file my request for my birth certificate. After that I was forced to wait for them to call my number and help me get my birth certificates. I received my birth certificates shortly before 3pm. I was there just under four hours with absolutely nothing to do but think.
Luckily, I was able to get my birth certificates drive to the local post office and get my passport application submitted and paid for. If I have my way, I'd love to have my passport sitting in Stansbury when I get home for Spring Break. This would allow me to finish up my visa application and have one less thing standing in the way of my mission.
Service Project at the Hack's
On Saturday the ward got together and met at the Brother and Sister Hack's for a service project. Brother Hack is a member of the ward bishopric and currently holds the office of the first counselor to the Bishop. Bro. Hack is one of the most friendly and nice men I have ever met. He took the initiative to introduce himself to me my first week in the ward and since then he always takes the time to talk with me. I can testify that he is an instrument in the hands of the Lord as it was his thoughtful questions at the right time that got the ball rolling in a certain area. Truly, as I have stated before, he is one of the greatest men I have ever met. We got the opportunity to serve him rather then having him serve us for once.
When we arrived at the Hack's we had breakfast. The breakfast was good and I enjoyed it quite a bit. After breakfast, we gathered together outside under the guise of taking a group picture and then we announced to Bro. Hack that we were there to serve him and help him get some of his yard work done. We worked until about 1pm and then we had lunch. After lunch, I headed home so I could get some significant work done on my paper. I feel safe saying that everyone who attended the service project had a really good time.
Fast Sunday at the Single's Ward
The goals of a Single's Ward, in my opinion, are rather simple to ascertain. First, the Single's Ward is to provide a place from single members of the church to meet together with people of their own age. Second, the Single's Ward provides a place where members are able to grow temporary and spiritually. Finally, and in some people's minds the most important reason for a Single's Ward, is to get all the singles together and hopefully all married off. I had almost forgotten this last and maybe most important goal.
Since the ice storms of January, I have made a great effort to walk to church more often. I believe there has been one Sunday and very few Mondays, Tuesdays, or Wednesdays where I have actually driven this semester. Not only has this helped save gas but it has also given me a bit of exercise and a chance to think. Consequently, Lena and I have walked together to church a few times as our paths converge. This lead us to sitting next to each other during Sacrament and various other meetings.
This last Sunday, or yesterday, I had to be at church early for a personal priesthood interview (PPI) as such Lena and I weren't able to walk together and we arrived at the institute at different times. I choose my normal seat, middle section second row second chair from the left, and Lena choose to sit somewhere else for sacrament meeting. Funny enough, someone came up to me and asked if Lena and I had fought or had an argument and that was the reason why we weren't sitting together. I guess I forgot that in a Single's Ward two people sitting by each other are fast tracked to marriage.
Also of note, about Sunday, I got the opportunity to give my testimony in fast and testimony meeting. Interestingly enough, I don't know if I've ever born my testimony before. Perhaps I did it when I was a little kid but I can't remember ever doing it before. I've felt like I needed to do it since last November but I haven't had the opportunity to bear my testimony in the Single's Ward so I kept putting it off and not doing it. So this last Sunday when I had the opportunity I took it and I'm glad I did.
Rough Draft of The Paper
The capitalization of the above is not a mistake. As kind of a capstone for Legal Writing & Research each one L is required to write a 30+ page appellate brief on the two legal issues assigned by the program. I call it The Paper because it may be the worst paper I've ever had to write. Not only is it super long but it is mentally draining. I actually finished my rough draft this morning about 8:40am and turned it in before the due time of 9:15am. It is just an extensive project and because of it, and perhaps some bad time management on my part, I wasn't able to read the required readings for class today. So I took an absence in one class and in the other I signed the roll stating I was unprepared and thus I was safe from being called on. A strong start to the week? No, but it'll do. The Paper is due on March 15th, my birthday, and I plan to turn it in hopefully a few days in advance so I don't have to worry about it just before I fly back to Salt Lake City.
The best thoughts of men are those they don't share
I am a thinker. That statement is not intended to convey some sort of prestigious title upon myself but rather to denote that I think. I think a lot. I also like to share, to talk, to let others know what I am thinking. I've come to believe that this must be a Nielson trait, or perhaps Hunt, as all the other members of my family seem to be the same in this regard. We over think and then we share. A lack of censorship, coupled with over active brains lead us to interesting outcomes. For example, my father, when announcing a ward water slide party, told everyone that he always thought it was interesting to see what everyone looked like at such an event. To no one's surprise the women of the ward did not wear swimming suits that year.
Pondering about this trait of mine, I came to the conclusion that perhaps the best thoughts of men are those that we keep to ourselves. Not because we have then refused to share our deepest most intimate thoughts, but rather because we have learned what is and what is not appropriate to be said and thus censor ourselves when necessary. I still lack the ability to self censor sometimes and hopefully I can develop this ability with time and diligence. Of course our thoughts are to be shared but only when appropriate and proper.
For any of those out there that I have offended because of my lack of tact, or censorship, I offer a profuse apology. Mainly because I probably don't know I've offended you.
One Love and Many Thanks
Monday, March 1, 2010
They are people too!
March 1st
I love March. Perhaps, I'm a bit biased. Of course I was born in March and undoubtedly that plays some role in it, but I think the transition in the weather probably plays a role as well. Generally, if my memory serves me correctly, March is usually when the weather starts to turn around and good things usually happen.
Of course we've gotta wrap up February.
February went out with a whimper. That is not to suggest that I didn't enjoy the last few days of February, but rather that nothing spectacular happened. I did have the opportunity to enjoy hanging out with my sister and brother-in-law and we usually have a very good time hanging out together. Luckily, I was able to convince Jacob to cut my hair again and once again I did not have to pay him! We also got to hang out with Jacob's. Nana. Nana is hip and pretty awesome. I was telling her about my call and to my surprise, and I assume everyone else's, she actually guessed that I was being sent to the Caribbean for my mission. She has been the only one to even really be close. She is pretty amazing.
Sunday was excellent as usual. Brother Gorsche and the missionaries spoke in sacrament meeting and all three had excellent talks. We discussed Isaac and Ishmael in Sunday School and in Priesthood we discussed the qualities of work and education. Sunday night, I finished up my research assignment went and got some popcorn and while talking with my roommate came to the realization that I did the assignment completely incorrectly. Oh well! It is a good thing I had plenty of time to get it done correctly.
Today has been decent with not a whole lot to mention. I butchered a case in constitutional law, carried myself well in Torts, and had an overall good time with the people at FHE.
Mission Update
I tried to submit my passport application through the USPS today. No luck apparently I had the wrong birth certificate. I guess the copy I've used to get a driver's license, get back on the cruise ship from Mexico, and other random odds and ends doesn't count as an official birth certificate. Well crap! I guess I will be going to Oklahoma City sometime to request an official birth certificate for the nice price of $15. I've also started drafting my request to the College of Law for a leave of absence and that will hopefully be taken care of here soon.
The reaction of everyone has been the same. First they ask, "Where are the West Indies?" They then state, "I didn't know we even sent missionaries there." They finally wrap up the conversation with, "That is soo cool, I'm jealous." Honestly, that is the standard conversation I've been having. Of course, there is a bit of variety with them sometimes asking if I know any Dutch. I'm still super excited.
They are people too
I was in Wal-Mart earlier today to buy a few odds and ends to tied me through till spring break. As I was waiting to check out in the express lane, I was shocked by the lady in front of me. She was not only inconsiderate of those waiting behind her, but she was rude to the cashier.
I worked for a full year plus a few days at the local Wal-Mart in Vernal while I was in high school. I loved that job and I probably would have stayed there and worked if it wouldn't have been for the fact that I needed to move out to Stansbury and I didn't really want to transfer stores. Either way, while I worked for Wal-Mart I learned a lot about myself and grew quite a bit. Perhaps the thing I learned the most was patience. Before my time at Wal-Mart, I would classify myself as an impatient person. Having to wait in line for anything was unbearable. Working those long nights with even longer lines helped me to appreciate time and the patience that allows one to keep plowing ahead. In its entirety, I'd say that the time I spent working for Wal-Mart probably made me a much better person then all the time I spent taking classes at the high school or at Utah State University.
I was always impressed with the women that worked at the Vernal Wal-Mart. I worked with quite a few that were older and probably had no where else to go. One lady in particular that I remember had worked for Wal-Mart for nearly 5-6 years before she transfered to the Vernal store. She worked at the store in order to provide for her family. I got the opportunity to help train her as she worked in the Automotive department at her last store. It is a refreshing reminder of the humility she must have. Especially since she let a 17 year old teach her how to be a cashier.
When this Lady was rude to the cashier earlier today, the only thing I could think was, "Hey! Be nice, she is a person too." Customers seems to forget when their order is late, an item is rung up twice, or they have to wait in line that the cashier is not out to get them. The cashiers are simply trying their best to do their job, to earn their paycheck, and to provide for themselves and their families. So next time when you are in Wal-Mart and the cashier ask you how you are doing, don't dismiss them or mumble a response. Talk to them, enjoy what they have to say, and build a relationship with another human being! Just because someone is wearing a blue vest, a janitor's uniform, or a maid's outfit does not mean they are of a lower status. It just means that they are currently employed.
One Love
I love March. Perhaps, I'm a bit biased. Of course I was born in March and undoubtedly that plays some role in it, but I think the transition in the weather probably plays a role as well. Generally, if my memory serves me correctly, March is usually when the weather starts to turn around and good things usually happen.
Of course we've gotta wrap up February.
February went out with a whimper. That is not to suggest that I didn't enjoy the last few days of February, but rather that nothing spectacular happened. I did have the opportunity to enjoy hanging out with my sister and brother-in-law and we usually have a very good time hanging out together. Luckily, I was able to convince Jacob to cut my hair again and once again I did not have to pay him! We also got to hang out with Jacob's. Nana. Nana is hip and pretty awesome. I was telling her about my call and to my surprise, and I assume everyone else's, she actually guessed that I was being sent to the Caribbean for my mission. She has been the only one to even really be close. She is pretty amazing.
Sunday was excellent as usual. Brother Gorsche and the missionaries spoke in sacrament meeting and all three had excellent talks. We discussed Isaac and Ishmael in Sunday School and in Priesthood we discussed the qualities of work and education. Sunday night, I finished up my research assignment went and got some popcorn and while talking with my roommate came to the realization that I did the assignment completely incorrectly. Oh well! It is a good thing I had plenty of time to get it done correctly.
Today has been decent with not a whole lot to mention. I butchered a case in constitutional law, carried myself well in Torts, and had an overall good time with the people at FHE.
Mission Update
I tried to submit my passport application through the USPS today. No luck apparently I had the wrong birth certificate. I guess the copy I've used to get a driver's license, get back on the cruise ship from Mexico, and other random odds and ends doesn't count as an official birth certificate. Well crap! I guess I will be going to Oklahoma City sometime to request an official birth certificate for the nice price of $15. I've also started drafting my request to the College of Law for a leave of absence and that will hopefully be taken care of here soon.
The reaction of everyone has been the same. First they ask, "Where are the West Indies?" They then state, "I didn't know we even sent missionaries there." They finally wrap up the conversation with, "That is soo cool, I'm jealous." Honestly, that is the standard conversation I've been having. Of course, there is a bit of variety with them sometimes asking if I know any Dutch. I'm still super excited.
They are people too
I was in Wal-Mart earlier today to buy a few odds and ends to tied me through till spring break. As I was waiting to check out in the express lane, I was shocked by the lady in front of me. She was not only inconsiderate of those waiting behind her, but she was rude to the cashier.
I worked for a full year plus a few days at the local Wal-Mart in Vernal while I was in high school. I loved that job and I probably would have stayed there and worked if it wouldn't have been for the fact that I needed to move out to Stansbury and I didn't really want to transfer stores. Either way, while I worked for Wal-Mart I learned a lot about myself and grew quite a bit. Perhaps the thing I learned the most was patience. Before my time at Wal-Mart, I would classify myself as an impatient person. Having to wait in line for anything was unbearable. Working those long nights with even longer lines helped me to appreciate time and the patience that allows one to keep plowing ahead. In its entirety, I'd say that the time I spent working for Wal-Mart probably made me a much better person then all the time I spent taking classes at the high school or at Utah State University.
I was always impressed with the women that worked at the Vernal Wal-Mart. I worked with quite a few that were older and probably had no where else to go. One lady in particular that I remember had worked for Wal-Mart for nearly 5-6 years before she transfered to the Vernal store. She worked at the store in order to provide for her family. I got the opportunity to help train her as she worked in the Automotive department at her last store. It is a refreshing reminder of the humility she must have. Especially since she let a 17 year old teach her how to be a cashier.
When this Lady was rude to the cashier earlier today, the only thing I could think was, "Hey! Be nice, she is a person too." Customers seems to forget when their order is late, an item is rung up twice, or they have to wait in line that the cashier is not out to get them. The cashiers are simply trying their best to do their job, to earn their paycheck, and to provide for themselves and their families. So next time when you are in Wal-Mart and the cashier ask you how you are doing, don't dismiss them or mumble a response. Talk to them, enjoy what they have to say, and build a relationship with another human being! Just because someone is wearing a blue vest, a janitor's uniform, or a maid's outfit does not mean they are of a lower status. It just means that they are currently employed.
One Love
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