The Bucket

That's right, a list of things I would like to accomplish before I "kick the bucket."  This -> * <- means I've done it! Hooray!! I will modify and update this post as I (hopefully) accomplish some of these things.
*1. Learn how to ballroom dance [I won a Bachata competition up at BYU-I. It was exciting.]
2. Go Snorkling
3. Be an EFY counselor
*4. Hike up a mountain/Rock Climb [I HIKED UP MT. BALDY IN ALASKA! WOOHOO!]
5. Visit Every State (Alaska, Arizona, Colorado, Florida, Georgia, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kentucky, Maryland (District of Columbia), Nebraska, Nevada, New York, North Carolina, Ohio, Oregon, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Tennessee, Utah, Virginia, Washington, West Virginia, Wyoming)
6. Milk a cow
7. Pet a snow leopard
8. Swim in an aquarium
9. Visit Ghana & Serve the people
10. Go to the Circus
*11. Play in an orchestra
*12. Sail on the Ocean [Again, ALASKA! YAY!]
*13. Make a blanket
14. Serve a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
*15. Write a children's story
16. Carve a watermelon
*17. Lord of the Rings Marathon
18. Star Wars Marathon
19. Harry Potter Marathon
20. Read all of Jane Austen's novels (I've got Pride and Prejudice down...)
21. See a Shakespeare play in the Globe Theater
*22. Paint a mural
23. Draw/paint a family portrait
24. Be in the Hill Cumorah Pageant (I've been 6 times)
25. Have a "giftless" Christmas
26. Go to a live General Conference session
27. Build a treehouse
28. Drive from coast to coast
*39. Visit Alaska [BOOYAH!!]
30. Direct a choir
31. Play "Misguided Ghosts" by Paramore on the guitar
32. Learn to play the violin and/or cello
33. Visit Ireland
34. Record a song in a professional studio
*35. Get straight A's (Huzzah!)
36. See Beethoven's 5th Symphony performed
37. Feed a Zoo Animal
38. Tour a movie set
39. Go to Art museums around the world (Like the Louvre or the Musee de Orsay)
40. Fly in a small plane
41. Go to a soccer game in south america
42. Get married in an LDS temple
43. Birth a child (That's right! I want to be a Mom!)
44. Read the complete works of Edgar Allen Poe
*45. Ride a camel
46. Graduate College (sooooo close!)
47. Read The Lord of the Rings trilogy (I finally started)
48. Go to Yellowstone
49. Make a crayon-melting painting
*50. Go to Las Vegas
51. Learn to do Archery like Robin Hood and Katniss Everdeen
52. Meet the Vlogbrothers
53. Design a home
54. Meet President Monson (I saw him in the airport once, but I haven't actually met him)
55. Have a picnic in a cemetery
**Updated 9/11/13**

Country Living

I'm going to revisit a place that has been a prominent part of my life: my Grandparents' hometown. Staying with my Grandparents always seems to change my perspective on  life. It isn't just because I'm staying with a couple of people who have lived long, successful, and wonderful lives. It's their house, the magical swing set, the haunted basement, and the old books. 

This small town. Adrian, Oregon: home to a whopping 140 people. You know, one of those towns you miss if you drive by too fast and blink. A town where everyone knows everyone else by the generation.

At my stay over Christmas break, I was fattened up by the mounds of treats delivered to their doorstep. Showered with handshakes at church. We even traveled around the outskirts of the "neighborhood" for 4 hours singing Christmas carols. And by neighborhood, I mean drove around the miles and miles of various farms and mini-mountains and valleys.

As we drove around this serene place just off the Snake River, calm overwhelmed me. The skies were clear and the land swayed in the wind.

These quaint farm houses sprout out of the fields all around the area. Even as the farmers work in the field, the days go by easily, and the quiet never seems to lift. 

The illustrious "A" announces the town and looks over the valley, somehow protecting its loyal residents.

However, beyond the quiet peace, Adrian is full of secrets and surprises. While taking a walk on windy winter day, I stumbled across this:

I was taken aback by the shock of seeing the remnants of a living creature and found myself pondering its past life, imagining what it had been and how it spent its days. I continued walking with a suddenly reflective state of mind. As I came up the other side of the street, chilled from the wind and eager to arrive at the warm house, I looked down and saw this:

A broken deer leg. The sight of it laid a filter of sadness over my thoughts as I mourned the loss not only of a life, but of a life unremembered. This deer was forgotten, left at the side of a country road. As I took a moment to remember the deer and began walking back up the street, I made it a point to remember this place--this small town that has come to mean so much to me--so it would never be forgotten.

Ink (or graphite, or chalk, or whatever) and Paper

It is amazing what power exists in ink and paper. Each are simple objects, neither of them particularly incredible; but when they are combined with a hand and creative mind, magic occurs. There are endless moments in which I find myself being changed by reading a book. When I read, I invest myself completely in what I am reading. I delve into the world the author has created and explore it like a child on a new playground. I flip through the pages and breathe deep in anticipation, climb through each sentence, grinding their ideas into my mind similar to grass stains on a child's knees. I walk up timidly to other children in the playground, at first feeling out of place, but with further observance come to know them. I begin to understand them, sympathize with their feelings, come to love them, and even hate them. This new world blends into my own, with me as the catalyst for the transformation. I see people differently. Real people. My friends, family, and strangers. My outlook on life is altered, my emotions are magnified, and epiphanies are always eminent. The things I read fuse to my soul and become one with who I am.

The world is small compared to the universe.

After the much-anticipated end of a most challenging semester (my sixth: WEIRD) arrived, I seized the opportunity to cross something off of my bucket list. That's right: I had a Lord of the Rings -Extended Edition- Marathon!!!! Indeed, I sat through the whole 12 hours of Peter Jackson genius! It was a time of great feasting, gut-bursting laughter, and an immense amount of nostalgia. Let this be a shout-out to my wonderful roommates and friends who make my life not only endurable, but enjoyable as well.


I left Rexburg the next day, ready to be home. However, my journey took me to an unexpectedly pleasant place in Utah before I could nestle into the trees and other green things of Ohio. I stayed with my Grandma's cousin's family (which makes them my second cousins, and their daughter my second cousin once removed-it's complicated) and had a gloriously relaxing time. I walked their dog through a cemetery, which I found to be delightful and not creepy in the slightest, made delicious food, including an Easter feast complete with apple pie, and, get this, sat down and just breathed! Easter Sunday started off on a wonderful note, as I got to go to the Tabernacle in Salt Lake City to watch the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and The Orchestra at Temple Square film an episode of Music and the Spoken Word :) Thomas S. Monson, President of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and Elder Richard G. Scott were there as well, and it was incredible to know that I was in the presence of God's Prophet and one of his Apostles! My heart burned with feelings of love and celebration as I remembered Christ's sacrifice and his glorious resurrection. It was here that I also realized that it is the nature of the world to be small. As the orchestra was tuning, I noticed that my clarinet professor was performing! A smile crept onto my face as I remembered my interaction with Brother Holman--the many things he taught me, and the many smiles he put on my face. That man gave me confidence where I had none, and helped me realize my learning potential. It was great seeing him again, and I marveled at the coincidence that I would see him at such a random moment. As we left for church later that day, I saw another person that has impacted my life more than they know. Three years ago, I went to a week-long youth program called Especially for Youth in Nauvoo, Illinois. During that week, I met wonderful people and grew in confidence and kindness. I owe much of my joy to the counselors that led my group. I saw them as my heroes more so than mentors, but I also thought of them as friends. My thoughts were far from EFY during the church meetings when I noticed a girl that looked strikingly familiar. However, I couldn't connect her face to a memory until we were preparing to leave. I saw her again and I had the epiphany that she was my EFY counselor! Suddenly becoming uncharacteristically shy, I fought with myself about whether or not I should talk to her. She had meant so much to me, but I was worried that she wouldn't remember who I was. I guess I couldn't handle the disappointment. However, I gathered some courage and said 'Hello'. She nearly instantly recognized me and the reunion was grand :) I had obviously worried for nothing, as she gave me a huge hug and we effortlessly settled into easy conversation about our lives over the past three years.


With my travels coming to an end, I lamented having to leave so many friends in the West, but I was glad to be back with my family. But I also knew that when I stepped off the plane I would not be coming back to the same people, or even to the same house. My brother D.J., for example, is threatening to be taller than me, and my sister Kenna is turning into a young lady. I found myself sleeping in a new home that somewhat resembles the Weasley's "Burrow," and I am faced with unnumbered decisions that will change the course of my life forever. . . Needless to say, I'm kind of freaking out about it. The future seems dark and unknown, but I know that this seemingly aphotic universe contains a glimmer of light for each of us. Mine might be an encouraging word from a good friend and yours might be the chorus from a Beatles song, but the light is there, just as the stars are in the night sky.