Home again, home again

Well, I promised Ashley Kay Easton that I would keep this blog updated. So here we go.
Last time that I wrote in this it was dead week for the first semester. Huh.
The second semester was just as interesting, if not more interesting, than the first! It really doesn't seem like that long ago that it started, huh.
Well, I got a new roommate, his name is Silas Pimentel. My dear Brazilian Brutha who lived in Brazil for the first bit of his life, his family moved to Utah, and then he got called to Colorado on his mission. This is usually a point of confusion for people. Him and I got along fantastic, and Silas tried so hard to teach me good habits, but in the last semester I was pretty into being an irresponsible pre-mi that my room remained trashed, my dishes stayed dirty, and my homework never did get completed.
Went with some crazy guys to California for Spring Break, good times, drunk people are funny and have good stories. Unfortunately I grow tired of updating on my life and feel more like just talking than updating.

Plans for the week

So this is Dead week. Fun. Last night I finished a poem for Creative Arts, about all the different Creative Arts.
Art
Emotion in movement
Constructing a certain ilk
Flesh turns to brush
Twirling swirling colors
Paintings in pose
To the sound of silk

Grotesques at guard
For the marching moss
As it piles upon the pillars
Of a monument to man
Erected through the effort
Of a design for safety

Red hugs around your neck
Green satin around your chest
Emotions and memories flooding
Pouring through a portal of pastels
Emotions and thoughts put out
Displayed for all to see

Pablo’s paintings, Michael’s makings
Thoughts doodled in paint
Mental pictures translated to brush
Create anew, what was seen of old
Master of oil, water, and wax
On an arena of parchment

Rage, love, jealousy, joy
Friends betrayed, enemies loved
Life seen again on hardwood
Put in some paint, sing a note
Tap a step, design your shirt
Learn life from seeing it played

Sing it, dance it, paint it
Act it, wear it, use it
Enjoy it, judge it, hate it
No matter who, no matter what
Every person is made of heart
Every person turns life into an art

Not about to win any competitions but hey, hopefully it gets a hundred percent. Hoorah.
Tonight a wrote out, in extreme detail, a 30-minute warm-up for the character of Othello. What a pain, never wrote anything so tedious or boring. DBQ's are fascinating compared to this. Anyways, now all I've got left is a guitar final, which I'll have fun practicing for, a cumulative final on Understanding Theater, and a test on the last few Chapters in Alien Class. Then Fall Semester is over!
This week we're doing a prank every day on this apartment above us, because they had been doing this concessive prank on us, so we attacked.

Front Door


Back Door


The Door Knobs
The night before we put balloons all over their front door, and the night before we made a complete covering over their front door with the newspaper that they had been stacking against our door for a few weeks. Tonight's prank was us destroying their peace offering with assorted weaponry, see the video on Facebook.
My last final is next Thursday, the 16th at 11o'clock, and then I'll be heading home (Got a ride) until January 10th! Cause "I'm dreaming tonight, of a place I love, even more than I usually do"

A Fairly Good Idea

So, I was thinking the other day about a slight dilemma I have with my life, and that's the fact that I am absolutely terrible at keeping in touch. Horrid at this very simple thing, with old friends, family, whatevs. I always forget to call, occasionally remember to text, and people generally just have no idea what's going on with my life. So I was looking around, and saw a friend of mine who had a blog still up and going (Becky Weber), I read some of it, and realized that this was perfect! I am on the computer a fair amount, just cause of Facebook, Pandora, Comics, and of course the accursed school essays. So I figured that I'd just keep this updated and people would know what was going on! Cause my family still blogs fairly regularly. So hoorah. First order of business is to do a quick catch up from last blog post....which was Prom....oh boy.
Junior year ended. AP Tests are an abomination, passed both of mine that year AP Bio and AP History (This is very nice for me right now btw).
Over the summer, I was convinced to do Footloose the Musical. I got the only decent male part in the whole play, I think, and that was Reverend Shaw. The General opinion is that I added depth to an otherwise unremarkable play (Daddy's comment on the show), but that's generally what everyone decided on. While the other parts were sung quite well, there just wasn't a whole lot of depth or class to it. Oh well, I rocked it, had a good time back stage, as I always do.

Oh yeah, and I got some action on stage. Hoorah!
Senior year started, the school was now 3A, so the Drama Department could now compete, so we focused on Drama a lot that year, especially since my grade was a grade with a whole lot of talent, and Street wanted to use as much as she could. So started out the year with Shakespeare Competition. Now, I took the Desdemona Death Scene to Shakespeare Festival, very dramatic scene in which Othello murders his wife after some confrontation, because he's been convinced by Iago that she's cheating on him with his Second in Command. So, he kills her. The scene did not place at Shakespeare Festival due to to totally idiotic politics that they play down there. I say this because my scene was the only scene in our entire division to be chosen for Showcase, which is where they show all the pieces that the judges thought were so awesome, they needed to be shown again. Only ones in our division to make it to Showcase, and we placed 6th. With 4th place being our exact scene done by a bunch of idiots who I watched, and who were in my same round. Politics sucketh.

Othello, your life sucks, hence why Shakespeare wrote about you, bummer.
Next up was a mix of The Foreigner and Speech Season. The Foreigner is the second funnest show I've ever done. The first being The Complete Works of Shakespeare: Abridged. But the Foreigner was fun, I didn't have a really big part, but I did have a very fun part and rocked what parts I did have. I ended up on the front page of the Richfield Paper with a choice facial expression. Fun play.
Speech season went really well, until State. I took 3rd at Region, with a strategy on how to beat the two people who beat me at Region. So I went to State, with so much more research and a case to rock the ages. I got there, went to my first round, and just trashed the poor girl, sorry about that. Then inbetween the first and second rounds, my brain died. To this day, I don't know what it was, I slept well the night before, I had had stuff to eat, I was feeling just fine, but suddenly I just could not think, I ended up stuttering and fumbling through my case the next two rounds and didn't stand a chance of breaking into finals. I don't know what happened, I just goofed. Bye Speech.
After this I began working on Region and State Drama. This time I arranged a comedic piece from Taming of the Shrew. Two days before Region I got with my partner, blocked the thing, memorized it, and we took 4th at Region. Hoorah. Unfortunately, from there, there is no competition in Drama, it's all a "Festival" where if you were Superior, you get a Superior rating, "Everyone's a Winner". Sissy Drama People not wanting to get their feelings hurt. That scene made it to Showcase, and received Superiors on every single score except for one (The category they marked down didn't apply to our scene, btw, weird people). Straight Superiors and Showcase. Hoorah. Then in the One Act play we did "Inside Al", I was Inside Al, and that was fun, good play, interesting experience. My partner Brooks got an award for his performance as Al for his physicalization of the character, who had Cerebral Palsy. I didn't get a specific award for my performance, but I did get a teacher who came up to me and told me: "I've both directed, and been in that play, and your partner did a fantastic job, but I want you to know that I know, and I saw, that that performance wouldn't have been what it was without your performance. Good job". I like that more than the award, personally.
Oh yeah, and One Voice went on Tour to Disneyland and Knotsberry Farm. Hoorah, good times.

We rocked the place.
Around February I was hanging out with some friends while the parents were gone out of town, and we were just watching this movie that I had told Kesler him and I needed to watch together, then of course I invited Jory, cause him and I had become close friends during Speech Season where I became his unofficial Uncle, me and JD took care of him. So Jory's comin over and says "Hey, I'm gonna bring over Brynna and Danielle, k?". Why not? And I met Danielle Bastian. Wonderful farm girl who became my girlfriend that April. We had a marvelous summer, and helped each other grow and become better people. Good times. She came over and helped ease the all out suffering of Mono that summer.

We rock.
Senior year began drawing to a close. Ended the Drama career with a big bang with the Improv Troupe, which was WAY too much fun. The funnest thing you can do in Drama, I think. The Sound Effects Game with Garret Nash. Good end to the Drama Career.
Yes, I had Mono over the summer, and no I did not get it from Danielle, she's never had it before, though yes, I did kiss my girlfriend, so sue me. I got Mono from sleeping 4 hours a night, drinking 7 cans of Mtn Dew per day, and working all day on the ranch, immune system crashed and I got a triple threat case of Mono, naseau, infected throat, and congestion. Along with aches, and swelling of my eyes.

Yikes. Not a good time.
Spent the summer working for Daddy, having Mono, and spending most of my time with Jory and Danielle. Two of my favorite people. Good summer, good times.
Summer ended. Time to go to College. Going to USU. Danielle and I broke up because we both decided that it'd do more damage than good to try to keep things strong while we tried to live two different lives. So after a little bit of time to let it develop we've decided that it goes like this: She's sending me off on my mission, then what happens after the mission will happen. We're still good friends, and still enjoy each other's company, just no romance. Ta-da.
Came to college, and lived with Jamie for the first week while I looked for a place to live. Jamie and Jonathan said that I would love being On-Campus, so I put myself on the waitlist for an apartment without a meal plan, they said it really wasn't likely, but they'd do what they could. Then I get a phone call the day after talking to them that said they had an opening, so I took it. DAVIS 201!
I am now rooming with 5 members of the USU Track team.

Austin, who is my room room mate. Executive Secretary, took Calc 3, Engineering, and Physics in the same semester, decided that he hated Engineering and decided to be a Psychiatrist instead after his experience as Exec Sec. He is also leaving for his mission next month, so I may be getting a new room mate.

Jake who is Superman. Runs Hurdles like a maniac, is the current Utah Triathlon Champion in his Age Division, has an amazing girlfriend, and lives life very well.

Parker Bluth, or Blunt. Scary fast in the Sprints, and will tell you what's on his mind, no problem. :) Keeps us in line as far as dishes and cleaning up too, so that's all good.

Tanner who is our Pretty Boy. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a cuddling maniac. A ton of fun to hang around, will just go with whatever's going on and make it fun. Activities Director, of course.

AJ. From what I hear he is the grand champ of the 110 Hurdles and may place in Regionals his Freshman year. Computer genius, and gaming extrordinaire. You name a game, he can talk with you about it. English Major, which means he also has a wide array of knowledge from wherever. Interesting to talk to.
This semester is just coming to a close, got a final project due today, a final paper this weekend, and a test this week. One Final test next Wednesday for Understanding Theater.
Now you're all caught up. Hoorah!

Oh yeah! I have a blog don't I?

Well, where do I start? Let's start with Prom!
Prom was fan-FREAKING-tastic!!! Thanks to my most wonderful Prom date: Cherisa Chappel. We started the date with some very entertaining Wii sports and a game that consisted of shooting bunnies with plungers, this game amused me very much. :) Playing Wii and eating food for a while. I quite enjoyed the bunny game, and Garret and I had some fun with Garret's made up personality called "Cookie". Haha. Anyways! After hitting bunnies in the face with plungers, we headed over to Garret's house for the dinner we had assembled. On the way there I get this call from Jordan Garcia. "Hey Thomas, where are you?" "100 North and Main...why?" "Well, you see, I have a flat tire" ".........You're serious?" "Yeah! I really am! We're over here on *Whatever* street, we just went off the road a bit and it just went kaput!" "Oh my heck man. Alright I'll be over in a minute, just going to drop off my date and the other people in my car, and we'll come see what we can do about your tire....wait, you do have a spare don't you?" "Oh.....I don't know, don't think so! Hahaha" "Fantastic man, geh, yeah, I'll be right there" So I attempted to drop off my date, but she ended up coming along for a bit, but then got to go eat some food after it took so long to change poor Jordan's tire. Ya see, his spare was actually under his car, and he goes off-roading quite a bit, and he hadn't used the spare in a while. So the little thinger on bottom was so caked with mud and rust that lowering it wasn't feasible yet, so I climbed under there and began whacking away so we could get the dang thing off. Meanwhile, Zach came to my rescue, since he had been told that last time I had changed a tire, I had actually popped all of the lugnuts off, like not unscrewing them. (This is not true! I was popping off the plastic covers on the hubcap. You see, I had never changed a tire on a car with those funny plastic thing before, so I immediately assumed they were some stupid idea from some weird asian manufacturer. Of course then an older, more experience person came up and popped the whole thing off, and changed the tire in no time flat. I'm sorry that I didn't know about the stinking plastic things! I'm used to changing tires on old farm trucks!)
Anyways, so we finally got the ding dang tire out from under the car, put it on there, and I fastened the tire on! *Without breaking off the lugnuts, than you very much!*
We got to the dinner just in time for people to be leaving. Also just in time for me to realize that I had left our Prom Tickets at my house. Dang it. But, after conferring with a few people I found out that you didn't absolutely need your tickets, just the record that you bought them. So we were good!
I changed into my Tux quick like, took Cherisa to her house. Picked up the corsage from Zach's, dropped Zach off at his date's house, and then went into Cherisa's house to face the parents!!! DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUNNNNN!!!! Not really, it was just fine, we ended up talking about how each other's missionaries were doing. He only asked me one question that was a "test" question. He saw the Mustang and asked how fast I had gotten it, and I replied "Actually I haven't gotten it to any crazy speeds yet, I'm not allowed to." "Ooh! Trick question! You haven't YET?" "Oh. *Upth*"
But then my date came down the stairs and the photo shoot began! Man! There were a lot of pictures! I don't have all of them yet, but they took pictures and a lot of them! I'll post some of them.
After we got out of the house, we got in the mustang and went to the parking lot by the Track. There were more pictures taken, and Mustang was used as a background. But then we all loaded on to the Firetruck and rode to Prom!! Woot! Yes, yes indeed, we rode to Prom on a firetruck!
The dance was fun! Dance was good! I only messed up once or twice while doing the official Promenade. Then, I got to have fun dancing with my frickin SWEET coat tails! They were a lot of fun. And of course my Prom pictures were undoubtedly the best of all time. Yes, yes I was imitating the Scarlet Pimpernel. :)
The morning afterwards, the girl's took us all to Denny's for Morp, their way of saying thanks for taking us to Prom. Well, they instructed me to not put anything special on, to just hop in the car right out of bed. So I had some fun with that, when they came to get me, I had on a wife beater, and Gi pants. Oh yeah! Don't worry, I put on a shirt for them! But it still freaked some of them out! hahaha
Then the next day! Cherisa and I went four wheeling with Garcia and Tara, oh boy, that was riotous. I haven't really ridden a fourwheeler since we lived in Canada and we rode on them all the time. So, first we went up the mountain, and rode around in the snow, and that was fun. But then Cherisa drove down the mountain, and she was going all crazy around the corners, and then she was like rock crawling up this hill, and I'm sitting behind her wondering if I've turned into some kind of panzy since I last rode a four-wheeler. Well, ha ha, I didn't! As Cherisa can testify, I can still have a lot of fun on a fourwheeler! Woot!
Ok! That was Prom, I'll update the rest later.

Of all things great and small

Hey guys! I decided to update this.
First of all I would like to inform you all of what happened this last week. It started out with the usual Monday Morning Madness of trying to get all my homework and stuff done so I can maintain my grades in my classes. Actually I don't think I went to school on Monday, at all, I stayed home and did homework, but still making it into town in time to go to Dance Practice. I managed to get a lot done. I also figured out that it is very beneficial to e-mail your teachers, it works quite well! Because they always check their e-mail during the day, and will answer whatever you need during the day in their boredom.
Tuesday was hectic, I was turning stuff in right and left, trying to remember all that I needed to, I didn't of course, there's still some stuff that I forgot to hand in. Geh. Wednesday I did go to school, which I didn't really think I was going to, but I went. I was finishing up a lab as fast as I could, all day, in fact I went up to the tech booth during an assembly and hurriedly tried to do it. I did get it in, it was horrid, and rushed, but I did get it done. Then I started configuring getting picked up by the parents. Also the night before this my phone was lost in the rush back and forth to dance practice, play tryouts, and the school. I found it just before the parents showed up, at the stage, which was a saviour to my weekend. Ha ha.
The parents pulled up in the Mustang, and we managed to stuff everything we needed to in the mustang, food, bags, laptops. We did have to drop off my school bag at Stef's though, so no homework to be done! ha!
We had a nice drive up, where in I slept (Like I was instructed to! :) When we got to the hotel we discovered that most of the crew was still in Salina, since they had waited for Heather to leave town. And we are usually always late! ha ha We went into the hotel, a nice Marriott room. Then Katie and Jamie came to visit as I was in the shower, I came out to Krispy Kreme donuts! And my sisters! They were talking back and forth about the room, laptops and such things. I ate some, talked some, and then tried to get us out the door so that we could be on time...ish. We did get there on time...ish. Anyways, our practice went well I thought, a few lines were a little off. But that was ok, we could fix them relatively quickly.
Mama and Katie came with because they wanted to see the Cabaret practices, which began right after our practice was over. They were good, but not as good as last year's, I thought. We stuck around to watch all of them, and even got to see the group "Vocal Point" warm up for their rendition of the Star Spangled Banner for tomorrow. They were quite good, like a 8-person barbershop group, they had one note that one guy could not get exactly right until almost the very end.
We went back to the Hotel, I slept in the bed, and I just have to say that every other bed except mine leaves my back all hurt-y, don't know why, maybe they're too soft.
Our qualifying round went great too! I thought...our lines were pretty good, and only like one or two were way off. I was trying my hardest to smile as much as I could, I really was. Not every one else liked it as much, nor the judges I suppose.
I stuck around and watched a bunch of the dances, until I started to talk to a few of the other guys and found out that we desperately needed shoe polish, so Mamma and I ran to get some. We found some and I bought some wax polish along with it. The polish turned out to be for brown shoes, upth.
We went out and danced our best! I was smiling, energetic and executing as much flourish as my white boy personage could pull off. Though apparently in other parts of the team things weren't going so well, Cara straight up fell down at one part, a couple other people also made a few stumblings, and trips. Upth. I had a good time though! I was smiling winking and out right laughing some times. I must say it was quite a moment to be able to dance in front of all these people with one of the prettiest and most outstanding girls I know. So I was happy!
Well, we took seventh out of seven. ha ha, at least we didn't take fifth! ha ha. But that didn't bother me so much. What bothered me was that it seemed to bother my dear partner. So I was of course upset for her, and was tempted to go up to the main judge, shake him and tell him the whole story in full detail, punctuated with more shaking. I didn't though, now looking back I wander why not, I won't be coming back anytime soon, so I could have. He he.
We also got rides configured, since I thought I was riding down with the Benjamin's, but I wasn't in the end, but with Mamma and Daddy, in the early morning. I also discovered some of Mamma's wonderful photography, pictures included. I went down to show these to Nicole and her Mom, and Nicole's Mom immediately wanted some copies. Good job Mamma! While chilling with the Benjamin's I also got to play with Mancub for a while, or Zach Benjamin, and he's just too much fun. He pulled out Star Trek toys, models of the Enterprise and a Warbird, so we fought back and forth, in the end I had assimilated all of this ships since he insisted that he could travel Warp 30, which I told repeatedly that you couldn't even go Warp 10 since Warp 10 was the speed of light and you would turn into energy. That didn't work out too well, you try to explain to a third grader that E=mc2 proves that you would turn into energy when you hit the speed of light. Oh well, so I assimilated all of his ships and was using my shoes as space ships. I won! I say.
On the way back to the Hotel Mamma bought me a very spicy hamburger, which burned out my mouth all of that night, it was fun! My shake could not slake the burning unfortunately. Hot!
Next morning we just barely got there for me to sign into the office for first period, unfortunately by the time I got to Benj's class the bell had rung, so I was never actually in his class. So we didn't exactly know if I could go to State Speech that day. Well, no one physically stopped me, so I went! ha ha!
On the ride down I got to talk to Brooks and his following for a while, which was fun, and we discussed some philosophy and some Drama. Then Carter came on the bus, and that was fun too, it's been a while since I saw Carter, it was fun to see the change, he was much more mature since he was now a college student. Now he was even more entrenched in his Objectivist beliefs, which is strange, but to each his own.
To make a long story short, my day at speech went fair. I was doing Impromptu, which I must say I'm pretty good at, just make a good speech. My first speech was about Horses, likened them to what we use to get to our goals, and how we must use them properly. I got a 1 for that speech! Woot! Way good! Best in the room.
My second speech was more serious, and I simply can't do all serious speech, so I got a 3, not as good, hmmm. Then my last round just went completely kaput! Anyone who knows me knows that I remember stuff, I remember people, faces, movies, books, lines from that movie, quotes from the book, scripts, plays, I remember stuff. In my third speech I totally forgot two of my three major points! I had to look at my notebook, which sunk my boat all the way. The second I hummed and hawed I knew my rating was gone since the people in the room were pretty good speakers, so I made it funny. It went like "And my third point is...really good! Hold on a second!(Run to the notepad) Ah! Yes! It is still just as good! We must do it for the greater good!" Blah blah, but then I got a 5, out of 5 people. Making my last place quite secure. Bummer.
Friday night was spent talking philosophy with Carter and Alex, in the end convincing Carter that Abortion was wrong, and he should have a large family. Quite productive. Very interesting. Good job Alex!
On Saturday I had nothing to do, so I subjected myself to reading "The Jungle", I used Taylor's headphones and listened to loud music and read that horrid book. I got about 130 pages before I left with Chris so we could get to Mason's blessing. We only left after chasing the bus down to get my bag, putting in an hour of work in the apartment complex, configuring chores, giving Corban a nap, and getting a copy of the Jungle ready.
We got up North to join the family to join them at Fuddruckers and eat some good food. I ordered a 1 lb. spicy hamburger, which was way good! I couldn't finish it unfortunately, the spicy sauce they were using had this strange habit of getting in the back of my throat, so it burned more than usual. Interesting. Went with Mamma and Daddy to the Hotel, slept. mmmmmm.
Oh, another wonderful detail was that I got a call from Spencer Friday telling me that Heather's junior ballroom team had taken 3rd at the competition. Which made my depression complete, i had completely failed at State, we had hit rock bottom at the dance competition, and reading the Jungle put me in the mood of depression, major league. No bueno!!
On Sunday we tried really hard to get to the blessing on time, but there were these idiots blocking all 3 lanes of the freeway, going 20 miles an hour! So I got to sit in the Hog fearing for my life as my mother drove that 15 passenger at high Speeds, like unto a sports car. Scary! Daddy got in just in time to put his hand in the circle and be there for the very last bit. Whew!
We had a marvelous party at John and Chelsea's, I played with all of the Nieces and Nephews, enormous fun, and a lot of cuteness, snapping pictures left and right. Woohoo!
Went home, read the Jungle until 12:30 at night. Geh.
That was my horrific week! If it hadn't been for the enormously wonderful people surrounding me I think I would have been a complete wreck! So thank you so much to all of you! Thank you Nicole, for being the best dance partner a guy could ask for, for keeping that wonderful smile on your face through it all, keeping my heart nice and toasty! Thank you Katie for your laughing spirit and wonderful attitude, all the stories and letting me joke about your life a bit. ;) Thank you especially Mamma and Daddy who have done everything for me that was even possible! Thank you Jamie for bringing donuts, and helping me laugh for a bit! Thank you!

A Wonderful Event

Something happened to me today that was very inspiring and a true piece of evidence that God is watching, and knows you in depth.
Today, I was feeling very much an individual. Last night I went to bed again without reading my scriptures, so I was already off of what was usual. So I felt like I should be totally independent, I don't need anyone, I don't want anyone. I did not feel like a full person. I kept on having lines of my poem run through my head, and I suppose I was taking it a little bit too seriously. "I do not deserve a haven of heaven, rather a hole of hell" I really did feel that I should be somewhere where I had to always bear my teeth and work my hardest, with no thought to anything else. I was in a mechanical, non-loving, all work mode. I was me, I didn't need help, I was going to make it through everything by myself. I didn't want to talk to people a lot, cause I didn't deserve to, and I felt I should be working constantly.
Sixth period I am an Elementary Aide, I go over to Pahvant and I assist the teachers with whatever they want me to do. As I walked over I saw a lot of cars pass, and after every one my mood was "Fine, go past, strange that everyone goes past, that's cause I don't seem like the kind of guy who wants a ride, that's good! Or maybe it isn't...something isn't right"
I got to the elementary, walked in, signed in, and began walking to my first class room. As I walked toward it I noticed this line of chairs and a stand with books on it, in the hallway. As I read the sign on the stand it said "If I'm busy with another conference, listen to your child read out loud the....." Crap, today is parent teacher conference's! Geh! I knew that! Wil didn't go to school today, so I should've known. Gosh dang it. So I sat down on one of the chairs in the hallway, and rested for a second, my calves hurted. As I was sitting in the chair I began to hear the conference in the room.
Teacher: "So you want to be a trapper when you grow up?"
Kid: "Yeah, it'll be the easiest thing, I just have to shoot an animal and sell it's skin."
Dad:"You know you need to actually do this, you can't be a trapper"
Kid:"Dad! Yeah I can, I can be like Buffalo Bill I can..."
Teacher:"You need to actually do you work if you want to, you need to.."
Then I couldn't hear what exactly they were saying, so I began thinking about what I was going to do when I got back to school. All of the sudden the kid came out, and he was cussing out his Dad to his full capability: "Dad, you are such a jerk! Why didn't you support me? You know I think we should trade places for a day, I'll sit around all day and play on the computer, and you can come here and deal with all these teachers, every day. You are mean to me. You are a mean jerk. You're a mean person, Hey! He's a mean person"
The kid was in the hall cussing out his Dad. Then I saw his Dad starting to come out the door. I noticed two things about him immediately, One: He was wearing army issue boots. Two: He seemed to have some sort of disability, he was swaying strangely, at first I thought he had a mental disability. As he began to walk out he was constantly leaning on a wall with one hand. I then realized what was going on. After a quick over look I noticed several signs and one assumption. The man had the upper body of a trained military man, he was wearing army boots, and he had a very passive face, even during the attacks of his son, his legs didn't go with any sense of control, his feet seemed to work well enough. I assumed this much, this guy was ex-military, then he acquired this disability, which took him back home and a home job. Which means he had all the physical capabilities a man can have, had a good job, and had respect, he didn't need help from anyone, now he always had to depend on something, and had to sit at a computer all day. As he came out he was leaning against the wall, as he came close to me he simply said, "I'm sorry, but I need to lean on you." No hesitation, no pride in his voice. He was humble, and accepting, he never even gave it a second thought. This man was totally acceptive of his situation. He went past where I was and continued to use the wall. When he came to the 4-way part in the hall, he took one step into the empty hall, locked his legs, and you could see he was thinking, "I'm going to fall". I came up behind him, offered him my arm and simply said "Sir?" He immediately said "Thank you" No hesitation, no pride in his voice, accepting, humble. I helped him along the rest of the hall. I realized then that this guy was greater than I could be, this guy took his trial, and accepted what help he needed.
I was humbled very much, and decided that I could learn to be more like him.

Shtuff

General Update an things goes something like this.
The next three weeks are horrible, hard, and hellish for me. First of all I have the BYU Dance competition next Wednesday, and for this, I have dance practice every day of the week. I also have Region and State speech, tomorrow, and next week. Prom is in three weeks. The quarter ends the Monday after Prom. Track has started, scheduling on that is still to come. So with Track practice, Dance practice, Speech Meets, Promenade Practice, and some nice hard classes, these next three weeks are horrible, but intense!
Oh! I popped my shoulder out, or something like it, I was wrestling around with Haas, and I had a really weird head lock on him, and I had all my body weight on it, and he was pushing out, and I felt something move in there, so I shoved him away, flexed and it popped back in. It hurt, but then Haas didn't realize how serious I was and thought it would be funny to give me a titty-twister in this, he did, and then promptly got a lovely kick in the shin for it, it was with the soft part of my foot, no actual sole of foot involved, but it still made him limp for a while.
Tomorrow I'm in the movie assembly for the school, I am both in some of the movies, and in the skits in between, so it should be interesting.
Oh yeah, this is a poem I wrote up on the spot, out of the blue, I had a random thought during the day, and just decided to follow up on that little character trait/thought, and I got this. It's freeverse, and pretty sloppy, but I just kind of like it.
I do not belong in a haven of Heaven
I do not deserve to be in this place of paradise
I’m not an angel sent to brighten the world
I’m an animal, a creature, sent to wipe the grime off
So an angel can shine for the earth

I do not belong with the shining souls
But rather with the damned souls of the depth
To be with them, to stand them up
Lead them to the light

I do not deserve to own a place of paradise
But to be given a forage of fire
To tame and quench to the Lord’s desire

I do not deserve an angel
To keep me happy as I go
But rather my sneering demons
To keep me company with their jeering

I am not meant to live in a state of peace
But to be burned and learned
To be tempered and tossed
To be folded and molded into something else
To be arranged for a halo
To one day join the ranks
The hosts of heaven one day

But that day is not today
And the time is not now
Now I must stand my own fire
To feel it’s burn across my skin
And revel in my burden
That I bear.
To pay the debt that I have incurred
To work toward Him, and his choir of angels
I have incurred a debt
This much is true
I can pay it, day by day
Made possible by an Angel from above

One day I can join the hosts of heaven
And feel eternal happiness
Because of my dear brother
He loves me so much
So much I don’t deserve
But he does all the same
So I work in the fire
To pay off a debt I owe
To try and repay
A debt unpayable.

God has angels here upon the earth
They hide their wings and their halos
To be with us.
But they can’t stop the glow
That flows from themselves
As they sit in one house
And spin out pure gold
They emit a golden light
A love undefined
Something so pure,
So fine, so rare
Something we all need to find
But to a creature of the night
A denizen of the deep
This light turns my head
And with a whisper says
“You don’t belong here yet”
The creature can never belong in this place
Until he learns his hard earned lesson
Until he purges his sins
With hellfire and pain
He can not belong in such a place
In a place of paradise
In a Haven of Heaven

No, the first person in this poem is not me, well, not all the way, in some ways, yes, i think, but in other ways not. I don't know, I just thought the poem sounded cool.
Rock on!