The Last One for a While
Well, this is it. I get set apart to be a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints tonight at 7. I report to the MTC in Provo, Utah in less than 24 hours. If any of you would like to follow my adventures in Peru Lima North Mission, you can head on over and follow my mission blog eldercbnelson.blogspot.com, where my mom will be posting my weekly letters.
Forgotten Post from Finals
I really shouldn't be writing this post...it's more of a way that I can put one more good thing in front of a better thing. I should be writing a program for my computer science course right now. It's due tomorrow night. I just can't seem to find where to start, and considering that's usually my trouble with blog posts, it seemed logical to write this post instead. Now, however, I'm realizing that I can't put it off forever and if I do, then I could be voluntarily forfeiting valuable points in a class that doesn't come to easily to me...
Alright, flip the viewpoint, because now we're talking about finals, but that's still school related, right? I don't think I lost all of the skills for writing that I learned in high school. Finals are like every other test/midterm I take this semester; the only difference is that they are worth two or three times as much. (did you catch that semicolon usage?!) This last fact probably is enough to reduce the average student to a stress-overloaded, whimpering git, huddled in the corner. I vow not to be that person. During the next few weeks, I will dedicate time to studying old notes, lecture slides, and exams. I won't stay up later than normal studying and I won't worry about things until I check the Testing Center website. It will tell me I have my Calculus final from 7 to 10...AM on a Tuesday (that alone would be enough to freak me out, definitely going to bed early that Monday) and then a one hour break before my Chemistry final the same day, maybe I'll get some photos developed in between. I'll pull through, but it'll be a no-fun kind of two weeks, self-chosen to be that way. I have a roommate who says he will study some, but when he gets bored he's going to play Halo....I hope this isn't true, because if he does I may secretly hope he gets put on academic probation.
Oh well, some people deal with stress differently...
Now I've discovered that I never finished this post during finals...maybe Easton walked into the room and I felt guilty, maybe I just had a spurt of responsibility. However it may have panned out, I finished school with a 3.48 GPA (roughly, I don't know how credit hours affect GPA yet.) That's not quite as high as I typically would hope, but still not a deal breaker as far as keeping my options open for after I get back from my mission. That was kind of the goal this semester-keep things from being bad so that I have choices when I get back.
Anyway, once the mission blog is set up I'll post a link to it in a new post; that guarantees there will be a post in the next month (only 4 weeks left!)
Alright, flip the viewpoint, because now we're talking about finals, but that's still school related, right? I don't think I lost all of the skills for writing that I learned in high school. Finals are like every other test/midterm I take this semester; the only difference is that they are worth two or three times as much. (did you catch that semicolon usage?!) This last fact probably is enough to reduce the average student to a stress-overloaded, whimpering git, huddled in the corner. I vow not to be that person. During the next few weeks, I will dedicate time to studying old notes, lecture slides, and exams. I won't stay up later than normal studying and I won't worry about things until I check the Testing Center website. It will tell me I have my Calculus final from 7 to 10...AM on a Tuesday (that alone would be enough to freak me out, definitely going to bed early that Monday) and then a one hour break before my Chemistry final the same day, maybe I'll get some photos developed in between. I'll pull through, but it'll be a no-fun kind of two weeks, self-chosen to be that way. I have a roommate who says he will study some, but when he gets bored he's going to play Halo....I hope this isn't true, because if he does I may secretly hope he gets put on academic probation.
Oh well, some people deal with stress differently...
Now I've discovered that I never finished this post during finals...maybe Easton walked into the room and I felt guilty, maybe I just had a spurt of responsibility. However it may have panned out, I finished school with a 3.48 GPA (roughly, I don't know how credit hours affect GPA yet.) That's not quite as high as I typically would hope, but still not a deal breaker as far as keeping my options open for after I get back from my mission. That was kind of the goal this semester-keep things from being bad so that I have choices when I get back.
Anyway, once the mission blog is set up I'll post a link to it in a new post; that guarantees there will be a post in the next month (only 4 weeks left!)
Cycles
So yeah it’s been a while, and I noticed that
when I don’t post on my blog it seems like other people don’t post on theirs
either. It’s a vicious cycle. Isn’t that kind of a weird pairing of words?
Usually when I think cycle, I think about bicycle or popsicles…which isn't really
a cycle at all. But life is full of cycles, there’s ATP cycle from AP Bio (cue
the collective groan here), there’s the human development cycle, there’s
mathematical cyclic motion, there’s even the seasons, which I like to think of
as a more picturesque kind of cycle.
Well two weeks ago, Provo went through a change
of seasons. One day it was just like the Tri-Cities, the next it was just like
Seattle all morning and then all of the sudden, this:
We had snow for probably two days straight and it
covered everything. Walking in between classes became a joy as I saw the pure
white blanket that hid campus from view. I watched grounds crews blow out the
sprinklers, and the process left a diamond coating on the fresh snow. I got
caught walking to the temple with a neighbor from back home in what we clearly
thought was a blizzard, and it was AWESOME. Enjoy the rest of these snow
pictures from Provo, because now it’s all gone due to a little less chilly
temperatures and some rain.
College Cookin'
Woe is a college student without ingredients to make things
to eat. I live on a diet of tortillas, PB&J, PB&H, potatoes,
occasionally chicken, fast food, and cereal. Basically it’s cheap, easy to fix
stuff that is available on a semi regular basis. Best part is I’m not gaining
any weight because I walk everywhere on campus :)
That’s why I’m sooo grateful for home. In two weeks I will
be home, free to cook whatever I want to a certain extent because momma has all
the ingredients that I don’t have. Home also means free to not cook if I don’t
want to, and the consequence isn't fast food. It will be glorious. Six weeks
after I’m home more permanently, I will go to the MTC, then the CCM, where food
is mediocre compared to home cookin’ but not as bad as fast food. After that, I’m told my mission has women
that cook for the missionaries on a daily basis, Peruvian food every day. So so
stoked for that!
Credit for the incredible toon goes to this awesome blog: http://missionarytoons.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html
On Patience
Patience is a virtue they say, and usually I have plenty. I
can wait for forever for Christmas, for Thanksgiving, for my birthday, even for
my mission (3 months, 4 days, and 1 hour as of…now…or this writing.) The few things I don’t have patience for are
the BYU C S lab and whining. I have been sitting here for well over 25 minutes
to be helped and it’s in the middle of the day, not even peak hours, mind you.
The TA comes over to help for a single problem at a time and then it’s back
into the list. I hate this. I feel like they are wasting my time for me and it isn’t fair—that’s my job.
Whining is basically what I do on here…yeah. I just don’t do
it out loud very often at all, if at all. It’s not even just the whining
itself, people who habitually whine gain this quality to their voice, I swear
it! It’s like the world’s way of warning other people, “Hey this one’s a
whiner, watch out!”
Patience is probably a quality I will gain much, much more
of while on my mission. I hope so at least, this impatience thing is a little
unfamiliar and it makes me kind of irritable :/
Gordon B. Hinckley gave an address at BYU in 1998, in which he
said,
“I want to urge you to stand a little taller, to rise a little higher, to
be a little better. You have been spoken to along these lines before. If you
did not want to hear it again, you did not have to come today. We will take a
moment for any of you who would like to leave.”
I would like to hope that I would be one who sat resolutely,
open and ready for the self-improvement talk that followed. Here’s a link: BYU Speeches.
ENJOY :)
Families
My my, over a week since my last post. Oh well. So I started doing this thing where I call each of my siblings to talk to them personally every week. At first it was just kind of an idea that seemed really nice to me, to stay so connected to family. Now, it's something that I definitely do. I talked to Darci last Thursday, Kolby on Monday, Melissa Thursday, and Braden pretty much every day this week because of the fiasco that's been applying for a passport. In addition, I call my mom/sometimes dad almost every other day, sometimes multiple times in a day in attempting to get ahold of Melissa or Kolby.
I love how I feel when I am close to my family. I love knowing what is going on in their lives and just checking in every so often. The thought just occurred to me, what if instead of gossiping to be "in the know" on who-likes-who and whatever other trash we fill ourselves with, we spent the time to know what's going on in the lives of our family members? I'm convicned that if that were the case, there would be a lot less problems in high school. I'm glad I'm at college, where I can just refuse to be a part of it - it's awesome!
Anyhow, families are incredible, and they last for all eternity, so treat them right! Those of you away from home, try out sibling calling, you'll love it. Those of you at home, try forgoing the usual Sunday afternoon nap to spend quality time with a sibling, it does wonders. Those of you without siblings....gosh I don't identify with you that well, but spend time hanging out with your parents, or even your grandparents, they're the coolest!
I love my family!
I love how I feel when I am close to my family. I love knowing what is going on in their lives and just checking in every so often. The thought just occurred to me, what if instead of gossiping to be "in the know" on who-likes-who and whatever other trash we fill ourselves with, we spent the time to know what's going on in the lives of our family members? I'm convicned that if that were the case, there would be a lot less problems in high school. I'm glad I'm at college, where I can just refuse to be a part of it - it's awesome!
Anyhow, families are incredible, and they last for all eternity, so treat them right! Those of you away from home, try out sibling calling, you'll love it. Those of you at home, try forgoing the usual Sunday afternoon nap to spend quality time with a sibling, it does wonders. Those of you without siblings....gosh I don't identify with you that well, but spend time hanging out with your parents, or even your grandparents, they're the coolest!
I love my family!
Midterms...Yup
Midterms are hard....and that word doesn't even begin to describe how ridiculous the whole process is. Don't misinterpret this post, I actually don't know any of my recent midterm scores yet. I just want to write a short post about the midterm itself....but not the test because that would mean breaking the Honor Code. :)
So here goes. First thing we get to school, no biggie, just another school year, except you have to cook and clean and walk everywhere and shop for groceries. With that said, the schedule is rigorous but then its not, kind of like if I'm not studying then I'm in class, or I'm at the girls' dorm with my favorite chill time friends (we drop beach volleyballs filled with water from balconies...yeah). So it's kind of a super busy but not kind of place. With classes, most of the time the bell rings and suddenly my hand is tracing letters across the pages of a notebook so fast I have to strategically plan to flip the page sometime soon. There's that much material, and it seems like it could all be on the tests. So I go through about a month of that, solid. I'm feeling pretty good about it all, confused on a few things, but overall not too worried about anything coursework wise, except the related possibility of getting carpal tunnel syndrome from writing notes.
Well then they tell me that we have a test on the last month of firehose-to-mouth style learning and they may just modify the things we've learned so it's not straight regurgitation (understandably, this is college, people). It's called a midterm and involves studying like you're taking an AP exam and usually it counts for 10% to 25% of the semester's grade, so failure is not an option. There aren't really any tests in between except the odd quizzes online (kind of a joke for the most part - open book:)) so there isn't really an opportunity to cement the material as you go. Review starts and you wonder when you ever heard the professor say things like Lockean liberty, but there it is in your notes, so you commit it to memory post haste.
The day comes (really they give you a range of days, with the last two being "late days" with a fee involved but no other penalty) and you feel nervous enough to stick to the ceiling like Spiderman if a loud noise or two disrupts your normal schedule. Then you get to the testing center - purgatory of college life, except that they say more prayers are uttered there than in any other building on campus - where a sight like this greets you:
Fun right? And that's just to get into the building. Somewhere between 10 minutes and an hour later, you get to the front of the line, where a too-cheery-for-this-place person gives you your test and wishes you luck. Next, you get the option of going upstairs where they play classical music, or packing sardine style into the rows upon rows of desks with every other unfortunate student who finally ran out of study time. You take your test - totaling anywhere between an hour and three hours - and leave feeling drained. Then you get to go home and make dinner.
College is the best though really. I love it here, and the midterms seem like just a trial that confirms that I am supposed to be here more than anything. People in line are all sympathetic and a few even try to make light of the situation. 3 midterms down, 2 to go :D
So here goes. First thing we get to school, no biggie, just another school year, except you have to cook and clean and walk everywhere and shop for groceries. With that said, the schedule is rigorous but then its not, kind of like if I'm not studying then I'm in class, or I'm at the girls' dorm with my favorite chill time friends (we drop beach volleyballs filled with water from balconies...yeah). So it's kind of a super busy but not kind of place. With classes, most of the time the bell rings and suddenly my hand is tracing letters across the pages of a notebook so fast I have to strategically plan to flip the page sometime soon. There's that much material, and it seems like it could all be on the tests. So I go through about a month of that, solid. I'm feeling pretty good about it all, confused on a few things, but overall not too worried about anything coursework wise, except the related possibility of getting carpal tunnel syndrome from writing notes.
Well then they tell me that we have a test on the last month of firehose-to-mouth style learning and they may just modify the things we've learned so it's not straight regurgitation (understandably, this is college, people). It's called a midterm and involves studying like you're taking an AP exam and usually it counts for 10% to 25% of the semester's grade, so failure is not an option. There aren't really any tests in between except the odd quizzes online (kind of a joke for the most part - open book:)) so there isn't really an opportunity to cement the material as you go. Review starts and you wonder when you ever heard the professor say things like Lockean liberty, but there it is in your notes, so you commit it to memory post haste.
The day comes (really they give you a range of days, with the last two being "late days" with a fee involved but no other penalty) and you feel nervous enough to stick to the ceiling like Spiderman if a loud noise or two disrupts your normal schedule. Then you get to the testing center - purgatory of college life, except that they say more prayers are uttered there than in any other building on campus - where a sight like this greets you:
Fun right? And that's just to get into the building. Somewhere between 10 minutes and an hour later, you get to the front of the line, where a too-cheery-for-this-place person gives you your test and wishes you luck. Next, you get the option of going upstairs where they play classical music, or packing sardine style into the rows upon rows of desks with every other unfortunate student who finally ran out of study time. You take your test - totaling anywhere between an hour and three hours - and leave feeling drained. Then you get to go home and make dinner.
College is the best though really. I love it here, and the midterms seem like just a trial that confirms that I am supposed to be here more than anything. People in line are all sympathetic and a few even try to make light of the situation. 3 midterms down, 2 to go :D