Tuesday, April 21, 2009

3 Years

So I finally finished reading Jesus the Christ again. It has taken me 3 years. The reason why it has taken me so long is as follows:
  1. I have been majoring in English with minors in History and Economics--this means limited discretionary reading time.
  2. It wasn't a straight read through--I was looking for themes in Christ's teaching style and actions.
  3. It's 736 pages and I read slow.

I did this because I had a teacher say one day in class that he was going to his doctoral dissertation on the pedagogy of Christ. I told him after class that I wanted to be his research assistant. He said ok; so, I started researching Jesus the Christ (written by James Talmage). I did this while I was working at Anasazi. My teacher abandoned the project, but I could not. I don't like to give up. It's not that big a deal but I'm proud that I didn't give up.

This is the link to my report: http://docs.google.com/Doc?id=ddff6qx9_33gj2fnwhd

Graduated

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

How I approach it.

Not looking. Just Ready.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Graduating from College

I realized how much cowboy blood I have. I get a little restless.

Both of my grandparents fought in WWII; one in the Navy in the Pacific as an assistant medic, the other in the army in Europe in the Battle of the Bulge.

My great-grandfather fought in WWI for Germany and earned the Iron Cross, which is the equivalent of the Congressional Medal of Honor. One of my great grandparents was a Catholic and one was a Protestant—they married in Europe. They joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and when Hitler came into power and rising in 1933, they immigrated to America.

My ancestors are pioneers, figuratively and literally.

One of my ancestors was a body guard of Joseph Smith. He also worked on the Nauvoo temple—one of his journal entries looked like this: “Pushed a wheelbarrow 18 miles today.”

I’m sure we all have something in our blood we can be proud of. I know there’s the dirty and disgusting also. But I am choosing to find identity in the triumphs of my blood, my ancestors.

I don’t care about the failures when I feel the pride of victorious facts. They meant something to the people around them, or at least me.

Now it is to me, this Friday, to begin to do something that my grandchildren will find gratitude in. It will and must be something courageous, something worth living for.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Relief

I am taking a break from writing for school. That's it. I have been writing for 5 straight hours. And if you're reading this blog it means you've probably been to college so you know how common this is. So laughter is good for relief: