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Contemplative Mood

I wrote this in a facebook note last night because I wanted to see if people have any insights! Hope it makes sense.

I guess I'm just in a contemplative mood and I felt like I wanted to share some insights from my mission prep class! 

My mission prep teacher is Bro. Bott. At first I honestly did not know how I felt about him - all I had heard from EVERYONE was to take this class from him because he is that amazing. So I am in his class and the first week I did not think that much of him. I thought he was so sarcastic and an onery old man, who obviously knew a lot but I didn't know how to relate to him. Half way through the semester, now I love that man...he was mission president of the Fresno Mission about the time I was born and I love hearing him tell stories about his missionaries all over the Central Valley. He brings the spirit into class, brings up excellent points that students have been hearing for years from him and it seems to be working. I am a fan of him today.

Today in class one of the things we talked about was judging, or rather NOT judging. We talked about Pepsi and Coke (HAHA) and about how the drinkers should not judge the non-drinkers and vice versa hahaha that was an interesting lesson. I already do not feel bad about the fact that I enjoy drinking Coke once in awhile...so thats good. Bott gave us a handout with a poem that I really liked:

False Advertising

by Lafond Hall

Don't judge me you plead, By my clean shaven head.

don't judge by my oversized pants.

Don't judge by the rhinestone that's set in my nose,

or my somewhat belligerent stance.

Don't judge by the slogan proclaimed on my shirt.

Don't judge by the comrades I choose.

Don't judge by the music my boom box emits

Don't judge by the language I use.

How then shall I judge you, My foolish young friend?

It's time you start realizing

That if outward things don't proclaim who you are,

Then you're guilty of false advertising.

We were talking about how the appearance of a missionary really does matter. And I think this applies to all life. Our appearance really does matter. We all have our styles, and I love that because it makes us individuals. But we need to use our styles as a good example and not have others judge us wrongly because of it. It's sad, but it's true. I don't know if that made any sense at all...

I have loved Bott's lessons on how we can tell if we're answering our own prayers. The Spirit of Revelation happens when we have confirmation/peace in our mind AND heart, not just one or the other. Lots of other good stuff was discussed.

We have talked about girls going on missions, and how it is not our obligation like it is for priesthood brethren but our service is welcomed. Men are supposed to go on a mission and then get married. Girls can get married OR go on a mission OR do other things...I feel like that makes it harder in many ways to decide. However, the most important thing is to prepare for the temple and always be worthy for the temple...that is the essential part for preparation for a mission.

Get ready for life, because you never know what is going to come your way. Always allow yourself to change. 

And then one more poem that Bott gave us today that I just really thought was funny:

Black Name Tag

Black name tag upon our chest

We are men, the Church's best.

Some may boast and some may brag

But only a few wear the black name tag.

Twenty-four months without a date--

But we are tough, we can wait.

Our girls sit home -- they'll never brag --

Their brave young men wear the black name tag.

On returning home, we resume life --

Start a search to find a wife.

But finds are few and efforts sag --

Such a life for the black name tag.

You find a fox; she has a man.

You find a chick; she has a plan.

you find the one; but what a drag --

'cause now she's wearing

the black name tag.

Haha I've seen cases where this is true, and I thought it was a funny little poem.

Anyways, food for thought. Anyone else got some insights? Good night.

Not too exciting

The weather in Provo has been AWESOME the past few days. I love this. But alas, about now it feels like a storm is coming, and I have heard that snow is on its way tonight/tomorrow.

Good thing I'm going to California for this long weekend :) Even if it's going to rain the whole time, it's away from the cold snow. So I am happy.

Other than that, nothing too incredibly exciting happening.

I went to a cabin in Midway last weekend with a bunch of Jerusalem friends. Two Jeru people got engaged to each other the previous week and showed everybody a HUGE fake ring that everyone thought was real. HAHAHA. :) :) :) I like the real one better.

School is not too intense. I got a 91 on my first chronic disease test last week.

I decided to train for a half marathon happening on April 30. I'm probably crazy but I'm really excited about it.

Oh yeah, and I'm working on my mission papers. :) :) :) :) :) :) Best news of my life, besides when I found out I got into Jerusalem!

Sickness

While last week was so very busy everyday with fun things happening, this week has just been very full of sickness. I was perfectly fine up until about 11pm Sunday night, and then I started feeling weird. Weird. Monday morning I walked to 8am class with my roommate and was telling her to not eat the snow on top of the trashcans, but that snow is gooooood. Hahahaha apparently I was pretty loopy? It is now Saturday and I can finally say that I feel like I am recovering! The only real remnants of my disease of the past week is my cold, and now it is manageable I think. Yesterday I did not think that.

Progress is wonderful. :)

I even feel like I can do some homework now! That has not happened much this week at all...a lot of sleeping has though. Apparently everyone in the world has been sick this week. Weird.

I'm ready to get back into the world now! Except now I have lots of hw to do. Yaaaaaaaay.