I finished all of my exams. They weren't as bad as I thought they were going to be, but they were still pretty rough. I kind of wonder why the only grades given are based upon the exams. It doesn't seem to have any purpose other than to be intentionally stressful. I don't feel like I learned the material any better than I would have if we had been given multiple exams, and I probably would have learned it better if we had. I was talking to Anna about it and she said that usually intelligence is shown by taking something complicated and making it simpler and easier to understand. My law exams were the opposite of that. All I am really saying is that I think I should be in charge of overhauling the entire legal education system in the United States.
But whatever.
So now I have almost a month to hang out and avoid diaper duty. We are going to the library today to pick up some books for the break. I have a list written of books I would like to read, but I left it on my laptop, and since now school is over and I have no real reason to turn it on, I am just going to have to try and remember what they were.
I remember one was that Hume Horan book about the state department. I am pretty sure it was called To the Lucky Few or something like that. But I already check and my libraries don't have it.
There is also a cool looking book that I read a review about called The Seven Spies Who Changed the World, but my libraries don't have that either.
I've already read all of the Tintin series (if you haven't yet, I absolutely recommend them. Apparently Herge put a whole lot of political undertones in the stories, but I never saw them. I just think Tintin is cool.)
I would like to read Kim by Rudyard Kipling. He has got some of the coolest stories. They are all very adventurous and frontierish. Kim is an Indian boy who works as a spy for the British. It is where Kim's game comes from too- you know, the game where you have a bunch of items on a table that you get to look at for a few minutes before it is covered up and you have to write down everything you remember? Actually, the Boy Scouts and Rudyard Kipling have TONS of connections, huh?
I started and I keep meanign to finish that Bushman joseph Smith biography. It is pretty good and now I have lots of time to read it. I think I'll put it on my list.
Maybe I will get a biography that looks cool. I often judge books by their covers.
If anyone has any really great book recommendations for me in the next few hours, I will look at the covers to see if I will read it. Thats pretty cool, right?
Also, I know I haven't kept ANY of my promises yet about prizes/poems/pictures/ice cream sandwiches/specialized blog posts. But I am a pretty honest guy. I will eventually get around to those.
It is like on my mission when I was standing by Syntagma Square (which is getting firebombed by the hipster revolutionaries) and a guy walked up to me and asked me if I thought keeping promises was important. I said yes, so he asked me if I would promise to read this book, Conversations with God, and then send him an email and let him know what I thought of it. I told him I would. Anna bought me the book to be funny two years ago, and I tried to read it, but it was just so boring. It was like the Little Prince (most boring book EVER) meets sophomore philosophy student. But It is still on our bookshelf and I still have the guys email address because I feel so guilty. Eventually I will read it and send him an email to get it off my conscience.
Speaking of running, I have this goal right now to get 100 miles of running in by February 28. There is a treadmill with a TV in the main office of our apartment complex about 40 feet from our front door, so that makes it easier. So far I have like 18... It might be harder than I originally planned for. If I make it, I'll buy myself a nice frozen pizza.
I wrote an english paper earlier this year for technical writing about frozen pizzas and I came up with some surprising results. Not really soooo surprising. Mostly, I decided that DiGiorno is good and California Pizza Kitchen Garlic Up-Chunk is awful. Tombstone was the best for the money and Tony's was third place overall. It sort of reminded me of elementary school pizza, and the nostalgia was nice. But DiGiorno Stuffed Crust Supreme was by FAR the best pizza. I think I'll get one if I can get my miles logged. It might mean I'll have to run over a lot of the break.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
HEY!
Man.
Finals are rough. Or I would assume that finals are rough. I haven't really taken any yet. I am just studying for them. Tomorrow is my last day of classes officially. Really, I haven't had a class since the 25th. I've gone to class, but it has only been discussions about the finals and what to expect next semester with another class thrown in. I have my first final on Tuesday, then one of Friday, then Monday, then Wednesday. Then I am through. They are supposed to be about 3 hours each of essays. It sounds awful and I sure they will be awful. It is like the Klausuren I had to do in high school. We didn't have mid-terms or any important tests other than a 4 hour behemoth in each class at the end of the year.
I remember we had to fold our paper in half and only write on one side, which left a SUPER wide margin. That drove me crazy because not only was it hard to tell how much you had written, but it just looked so dumb.
SO maybe these tests will be better. We'll see.
Now, I would like to answer my own questions that I posted on my last blog. And also, I would like to announce the winner of the contest.
First the questions:
1) My favorite toy as a kid was probably legos (now I feel guilty calling them that, seeing as I know I should refer to them as LEGO brand bricks or whatever it was). I always wanted a fast Powerwheels. I still think those are cool. I would draw plans in sacrament meeting of clubhouses that had secret slides that would lead to secret garages with Powerwheels and miniature planes. Have any of you ever seen that Donald Duck cartoon where he makes a plane? I would dream about flying around in a tiny plane. I wrote an adventure story once about a guy named Jake (it sounded like a tough name to me) that had a helicopter that blew up and he got into a fast car but the exhaust pipe broke (the exhaust pipe was the only part of the car that I knew, and I wanted it to be accurate).
2) I usually do tell people that they have stuff in their teeth. I always feel so bad though. I get really paranoid, because I think people with food hanging in their teeth look ridiculous (except for you Becky. Probably your teeth are like teflon and nothing even could stick to them. Your food gets so ashamed at the thought that it chews itself in your mouth. Please consider that your certificate of achievement.) It is the sort of thing I always forget to check for. A lot of it might be residual paranoia after dealing with the whole braces-in-high-school thing. I often ate carrot sticks and celery for lunch and it was the worst to find out 3 hours after lunch that you had a huge orange clump of carrot woven through all your front brackets.
I think I should do a post on the merits of humiliation. Seriously, I have been humiliated so many times in my life, it is a wonder I even leave the house. About everyday at school I do something that would make the average person weep. Remind me to tell you the history of my pain.
3) Miss Manners is the greatest. I bet that I like her advice because when you goof up as much as I do, pretty much the only thing you have left to rely on is etiquette. Also, I read it to protect my shins for when I go home and eat with Mom at the table. Not only do I not slouch on the table anymore, Mom, but I know how to respectfully decline invitations to fancy parties without hurting feelings. Ha!
4) If I inherited $10 million dollars from a stranger, the coolest things I would buy would be a little house in Puerto Rico with an attached garage decked out with a workbench, welder, and bike related tools. Then I would go to art auctions and find some cool stuff. I think I would like to purchase old hand drawn maps and get them framed. I would also send you all the raffle prizes a lot sooner. And I would buy a Vanilla.
4.5) I think I would pay off all our school loans and then finish up here. I think I would still try to get a job. Or maybe I would just make my own work, like start a company. A consulting company. A consulting company for cool. I have no idea actually. I was hoping to hear about you all with this question. Pass.
5) My favorite scar is about an inch long on my right hand. It is below the thumb between my wrist and the first knuckle. it is pretty narrow and isn't really visible, but I like it. I got it after playing volleyball. We were using a bungee cord for a net and I took it down and pulled it back so that it would shoot out. I thought it would be funny. The end of the cord had a little metal clincher and it scraped my hand as it passed. I didn't even bleed that much and it didn't hurt either, which is a bonus.
I also like my sweet ankle scars where my stupid sandals cut me real bad and then we went to the dead sea and the stupid salt cauterized my flesh. I wasn't crying, but my eyes watered. Down my cheeks. A lot. But the scars look pretty cool.
My belly button is a nice scar.
I have another scar on my left hand in between my pinkie and my ring finger. It is about an inch long and looks like a frankenstein scar with the cross stitching. Apparently I slipped on some loose gravel when I was a kid. I only know the scar.
I also have a nice scar on my left hip. I left all of the drawers open on one of my dressers and i was stuffing clothes into it, when it tipped over towards me. I probably should have closed the drawers. There was a lamp on the top of the dresser that fell next to me and shattered. I felt ok and I wasn't hurt anywhere even though I fell backwards. I don't even think any of the drawers touched me. I looked down and saw a big section of the lightbulb sticking out of my abdomen. I pulled it out and then I think I started to cry and I'm sure my Mom put a bandaid on it or something, but nothing was wrong. It has left a little scar though. Where I was stabbed in the night.
Awesome.
So I will now declare the winner of the decider of the next blog post:
BECKY!!!! Man... you are like the guest star of this post.
I actually ripped up a piece of paper into little strips with all the names and shook it and picked one. I am in my study nook right now. I think I bothered the kid behind me with the ripping sounds. Also, I am typing a lot more than I would be if I were actually studying. I hope I am making everyone else nervous. Probably they are thinking that I am totally going to dominate them.
So Becky. What should the next blog be about? I hope you realize that you consented to the rules of the game when you made a comment so now the burden is on you for my next post. I should do this more often. I don't have to worry about thinking up ideas.
I would also like to say that it is icy here and I fell twice on my bike riding to school yesterday. The second time was in the school parking lot in front of at least six people. I need to learn to ride a bike better. It is sad because I am also the only kid that rides a bike with a helmet, so I look like I wear the helmet out of neccesity- like I would knock myself out if I didn't wear it. Whatever. Also, since the rear cog is fixed (which means I can't coast- it is like one of those BigWheels that little kids ride) I have to be careful that I don't stop pedalling. On more than one occasion I have hurt myself in front of people leaving and entering the main entrance to the law school. It is like I am destined to never be a symbol of smooth.
Finals are rough. Or I would assume that finals are rough. I haven't really taken any yet. I am just studying for them. Tomorrow is my last day of classes officially. Really, I haven't had a class since the 25th. I've gone to class, but it has only been discussions about the finals and what to expect next semester with another class thrown in. I have my first final on Tuesday, then one of Friday, then Monday, then Wednesday. Then I am through. They are supposed to be about 3 hours each of essays. It sounds awful and I sure they will be awful. It is like the Klausuren I had to do in high school. We didn't have mid-terms or any important tests other than a 4 hour behemoth in each class at the end of the year.
I remember we had to fold our paper in half and only write on one side, which left a SUPER wide margin. That drove me crazy because not only was it hard to tell how much you had written, but it just looked so dumb.
SO maybe these tests will be better. We'll see.
Now, I would like to answer my own questions that I posted on my last blog. And also, I would like to announce the winner of the contest.
First the questions:
1) My favorite toy as a kid was probably legos (now I feel guilty calling them that, seeing as I know I should refer to them as LEGO brand bricks or whatever it was). I always wanted a fast Powerwheels. I still think those are cool. I would draw plans in sacrament meeting of clubhouses that had secret slides that would lead to secret garages with Powerwheels and miniature planes. Have any of you ever seen that Donald Duck cartoon where he makes a plane? I would dream about flying around in a tiny plane. I wrote an adventure story once about a guy named Jake (it sounded like a tough name to me) that had a helicopter that blew up and he got into a fast car but the exhaust pipe broke (the exhaust pipe was the only part of the car that I knew, and I wanted it to be accurate).
2) I usually do tell people that they have stuff in their teeth. I always feel so bad though. I get really paranoid, because I think people with food hanging in their teeth look ridiculous (except for you Becky. Probably your teeth are like teflon and nothing even could stick to them. Your food gets so ashamed at the thought that it chews itself in your mouth. Please consider that your certificate of achievement.) It is the sort of thing I always forget to check for. A lot of it might be residual paranoia after dealing with the whole braces-in-high-school thing. I often ate carrot sticks and celery for lunch and it was the worst to find out 3 hours after lunch that you had a huge orange clump of carrot woven through all your front brackets.
I think I should do a post on the merits of humiliation. Seriously, I have been humiliated so many times in my life, it is a wonder I even leave the house. About everyday at school I do something that would make the average person weep. Remind me to tell you the history of my pain.
3) Miss Manners is the greatest. I bet that I like her advice because when you goof up as much as I do, pretty much the only thing you have left to rely on is etiquette. Also, I read it to protect my shins for when I go home and eat with Mom at the table. Not only do I not slouch on the table anymore, Mom, but I know how to respectfully decline invitations to fancy parties without hurting feelings. Ha!
4) If I inherited $10 million dollars from a stranger, the coolest things I would buy would be a little house in Puerto Rico with an attached garage decked out with a workbench, welder, and bike related tools. Then I would go to art auctions and find some cool stuff. I think I would like to purchase old hand drawn maps and get them framed. I would also send you all the raffle prizes a lot sooner. And I would buy a Vanilla.
4.5) I think I would pay off all our school loans and then finish up here. I think I would still try to get a job. Or maybe I would just make my own work, like start a company. A consulting company. A consulting company for cool. I have no idea actually. I was hoping to hear about you all with this question. Pass.
5) My favorite scar is about an inch long on my right hand. It is below the thumb between my wrist and the first knuckle. it is pretty narrow and isn't really visible, but I like it. I got it after playing volleyball. We were using a bungee cord for a net and I took it down and pulled it back so that it would shoot out. I thought it would be funny. The end of the cord had a little metal clincher and it scraped my hand as it passed. I didn't even bleed that much and it didn't hurt either, which is a bonus.
I also like my sweet ankle scars where my stupid sandals cut me real bad and then we went to the dead sea and the stupid salt cauterized my flesh. I wasn't crying, but my eyes watered. Down my cheeks. A lot. But the scars look pretty cool.
My belly button is a nice scar.
I have another scar on my left hand in between my pinkie and my ring finger. It is about an inch long and looks like a frankenstein scar with the cross stitching. Apparently I slipped on some loose gravel when I was a kid. I only know the scar.
I also have a nice scar on my left hip. I left all of the drawers open on one of my dressers and i was stuffing clothes into it, when it tipped over towards me. I probably should have closed the drawers. There was a lamp on the top of the dresser that fell next to me and shattered. I felt ok and I wasn't hurt anywhere even though I fell backwards. I don't even think any of the drawers touched me. I looked down and saw a big section of the lightbulb sticking out of my abdomen. I pulled it out and then I think I started to cry and I'm sure my Mom put a bandaid on it or something, but nothing was wrong. It has left a little scar though. Where I was stabbed in the night.
Awesome.
So I will now declare the winner of the decider of the next blog post:
BECKY!!!! Man... you are like the guest star of this post.
I actually ripped up a piece of paper into little strips with all the names and shook it and picked one. I am in my study nook right now. I think I bothered the kid behind me with the ripping sounds. Also, I am typing a lot more than I would be if I were actually studying. I hope I am making everyone else nervous. Probably they are thinking that I am totally going to dominate them.
So Becky. What should the next blog be about? I hope you realize that you consented to the rules of the game when you made a comment so now the burden is on you for my next post. I should do this more often. I don't have to worry about thinking up ideas.
I would also like to say that it is icy here and I fell twice on my bike riding to school yesterday. The second time was in the school parking lot in front of at least six people. I need to learn to ride a bike better. It is sad because I am also the only kid that rides a bike with a helmet, so I look like I wear the helmet out of neccesity- like I would knock myself out if I didn't wear it. Whatever. Also, since the rear cog is fixed (which means I can't coast- it is like one of those BigWheels that little kids ride) I have to be careful that I don't stop pedalling. On more than one occasion I have hurt myself in front of people leaving and entering the main entrance to the law school. It is like I am destined to never be a symbol of smooth.
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