Sunday, June 21, 2009
In the Movie St Ralph, Chester and Ralph get in a fight.
Chester: I forged letters for you! I put myself on the line!
Ralph: No you did Chester, you've never put yourself on the line!
I know many people on this team put themselves on the line. It was a great feeling and a great semester even though we got last at championships. But, there have been times of lackluster commitment on my part in other areas of my life. Those times are not as rich in my memory. I'm still grateful for the ride though and for the chance to try and to attempt. I'd rather feel failure and commitment than bitter-protection.
Friday, June 19, 2009
It is not a quick read, and it is not meant to be. My roommate Chandler says it's like reading poetry. It is written beautifully and naturally. I wanted to blog about this and include a couple of excerpts:
-I suppose so. But I wish now that I'd known more of him. You see, the things that he did, I've never had much to do with that sort of thing.
-Nor I either, James. His life was quite different from ours.
-It was a good life by all accounts. He sat, she lay, in silence, with their thoughts and their memories and their grief.
-Although his life was different, he said, you understood it.
-I'm sorry I didn't understand it. Then he said in a whisper, I didn't know it would ever be so important to understand it. (175)
And when he nodded, she said, Give it to me, Stephen. With shaking hands he gave it to her, and she read it also, and sat looking before her, with lost and terrible eyes, for this was the child of her womb, of her breasts. Yet she did not sit as long as he had done, for she stood up and said, It is not good to sit idle. Finish your letters, and go to see Kuluse's child, and the girl Elizabeth that is ill. And I shall do my work about the house (273).
I also wanted to include a few picture from my Rim to Rim hike of the Grand Canyon (I was told not to bring a backpack because a Camelback would be provided . . . it was a fanny pack.)
Friday, June 12, 2009
I am a faculty member in the MPA program at BYU, and was a member of the admissions committee that decided which students to admit to the program next year. I’m sure you were disappointed to learn that you weren’t admitted. Our decision about your application was a very difficult one, and the committee spent a great deal of time and discussion about you. I believe we were all intrigued by the qualities and perspective you have to offer, and would like to have included you in the next MPA class. However, there were aspects of your application that raised concerns (among them, your GPA), which made you less competitive in comparison with other applicants.
The reason I am writing is that the committee feels you are one of a small handful of denied applicants who has a strong potential to be accepted into the program in the future (if you remain interested). Of course, I cannot guarantee future admission. However, I would welcome the opportunity to speak with you to give you some suggestions about steps you can take to strengthen your application and thus improve your chances to be accepted in 2010.
If you happen to be in Provo some time this summer, I’d love to meet you. Or we could schedule a telephone conversation, if you are interested in continuing to pursue the MPA program.
Again, my regrets that we didn’t have better news for you this year. You are clearly a remarkable young man with great promise.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
It was supposed to be the beginning of a long journey
So, to celebrate I went on a road trip
I went to Crater Lake in Oregon
got lost and almost died in some Oregon mountains (picture of us trying not to freak out)
To the Redwood Forest
To Lombard Street
to China Town
and to a baseball game
Which was at San Francisco
I got Wet
played some games
hiked the Grand Canyon (just recently, not on the road trip)
. . . but Here I stand
Ready to heal, and start, and feel, and ultimately do.