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Sweet.

On the right track

I think I am finally heading in the right direction when it comes to choosing a major.
I love to teach.
I love to read.
I love to be active.
I love to write.
I love to discuss.

Humanities, comparative literature, and elementary education would all allow me to pursue a career in teaching. It now depends on whether I would like to teach children, teenagers, or adults. Humanities and comparative literature would allow me to study things that I love and then, in the future, teach these things to others. Elementary education would allow me to work with children and inspire them to love literature and writing the way my teachers did for me.

Constantine II, Constantius II and Constans

You have got to be one awesome guy if you are going to name three sons after yourself.

"On the death of Constantine, in AD 337, the empire is divided between his sons Constantine II, Constantius II and Constans. Since the time of his father, Constantius, the family has had a streak of constancy in its choice of names."


Nice work Constantine.

I'm off Facebook.

Done.

1.) Lack of privacy.
2.) Waste of time.
3.) Lack of control over content.
4.) Did I mention invasion of privacy? Seriously.

http://news.cnet.com/8301-13772_3-10166290-52.html

Today in the car Travis said something that got me thinking. If he had chosen to buy one instrument over another, his life could have turned out completely differently. Sometimes in your life, things come up. Choices you make can impact so much, even if they seem fairly innocent.

What choices have I made that have brought me to where I am?

The night after homecoming junior year I decided to go on a roadtrip with my brother to Utah. Because of that, I ended up coming to BYU instead of going to ASU. Because of that trip, Delanie and I quit being friends. I stopped associating with certain people. I moved to Utah. My life changed completely.

It seemed like a little thing.

The time that I agreed to befriend Dane. I started spending more time with Dane and Delanie. I stopped spending time with Mark, Emily, Kirsten, and (spent less time) with Molly. I met Alex through Dane. Things spiraled out from there. I ended up kissing two boys. I let some of my interests go. I spent my last two years of high school doing different things, I was influenced by different people, I went in a different direction.

I chose to come to BYU for summer term instead of fall. I met Becky and Lana. I moved in with them, met Paige. I lived off campus, I lived in my first real apartment. I met some of my best friends. Who knows where this path is headed next.


This is why picking a major frightens me. If little things can make such a difference, what will that decision result in? What about even bigger decisions? There is so much still ahead. I want to make sure I end up in the right place. I want to make sure I live my life the best I possibley can.


It makes me think of Robert Frost's poem. I know it's a commonly referenced one, but the imagery explains things so well.

"TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;	5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,	10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.	15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

I can go into elementary education. I could do well with that. I would be happy.
But is there something out there that would make me happier?
My two passions in life have up until now been government and writing.
To be completely honest, they both terrify me.
Being a teacher would have me living a good life. But is it my best life?

snow, burned tongues, and other things

Yesterday I woke up to snow. I was not pleased. I love the springtime and I wish it were here. There are all kinds of outdoor things I want to do: go on hikes and picnics, lay out in the sun to read and study, wear sandals every day and shorts when I feel like it, start running again.

This morning, I woke up and looked outside. One glance told me all I needed to know. Snow. Again. So I made myself a mug of hot cocoa and glared out the window. While in the act of snow-hating, I took a sip of my hot cocoa and completely scalded my tongue. Bah. Humbug.

That would never happen if I were instead having a snow cone:

So this weekend:
I don't have the pictures from Friday yet. But we made quiche, helped Travis film people for his film project at the gallery stroll, had a movie night/sleep over/haircut-ing party, and stayed up way too late.

Then this morning we got up, I made breakfast, we went to Travis's basketball game and his soccer game, we drove all around south Provo looking at houses, and went out for Chinese food.

Some pictures from today: