In retrospect

The meaning of a language is based on the necessity of communication among humans. Humans are developing, intelligent, sentient beings, far different from any other organism on the earth. We have been able to retain knowledge physical, emotional, mental and spiritual and pass it down through the generations unlike any animal, plant, protist, etc. aside from the default, instinctive evolving over countless years. In English is it our job to commence in the progress of our ability to express ourselves, our ideas of technology and life, for such exponential advances in the past hundreds of years have been a result of such work. We've learned that, as in environmental science, development is now not necessarily a sign of progress, but as a powerful species existing among a fragile world, we must find a balance, through our emotions and knowledge of the earth around us.
These blogs are catalysts in which us students have used as a way to express and analyze our thoughts, feelings, motives, actions, and events around us. In a sense, this form of communication, spawn of technology, helps us discover ourselves in this world to a point that we might learn and grow, to pass on our knowledge through our future works in society. If we did not choose to develop, using the English language as a medium, we would make no difference in the day of tomorrow and we'd essentially still have men hunt and women gather as we struggle to survive against nature. The development of today is a result of the hard-working, expressing, thoughtful people of yesterday, and for them the day before that, etc.
In today's world one can afford to make very litte contribution to society due to technology abused, misused, and taken for granted. Let's hope we do our parts in making the world a different place, for the better, as the few non-conformists did by spreading into many more throughout the ages, tremendously widening the horizons of theirs', and others', posterity. These blogs have kept me hoppin', refusing to let me remain stagnant in mind, body and spirit as time passes by. Thanks, Mr. Rich, for showing us a way much brighter than what natural human tendencies, that have plagued mankind from the beginning, would have us do.

What do I want to do?

There are the lucky few that always know exactly what they want to do when they grow older, even when it is constantly changing, and then there are people like me who might be interested in everything and haven't the foggiest idea of what they might possibly want to go into. Due to my tolerance for most fields of work I've gained no ground in the trek to the top of my mountain, probably because I don't even know which one is mine yet. Math, history, just about all sports, computer among other sciences, engineering, band, medical professions, aviation, astronomy, foreign languages and cultures, the marines, etc. all have had their own say through my mind. At least I know I don't want to be a politician. Maybe on this blog I might be able to remove another straw of the haystack concealing my relatively soon future aspirations, in the working world. As various mathematics uses imaginary numbers to determine some answers, so will I attempt to weed out an understanding for what I am most interested via this unreal method.
With humanitarian aid for all across the world, filling my private jet to capacity, I'll use my knowledge of foreign languages, cultures, mechanics and sciences to the benefit of others as I travel abroad. This is my dream job, but I haven't quite been able to squeeze some sort of aerospace studies or experiments in there. It is shown here that for the most part I think I'll wish to find myself in the service of others, and no, not exactly a waiter. I'm not sure if I could devote myself to a specific teaching field like English, math, or history as teachers do, though it takes an amazing individual to become and be one a worth while one, but probably something that is steeped in the numerous cultures of the earth. My next most prominent interest is in foreign languages, which I'd hopefully use in my service, federally employed or not, for the various cultures found in this wonderful country. This is too bad, because I can't really think of any occupation that fits this kind of description, though I hope it is closer to reality than my dream job... or do I?
In conclusion, I'll pursue my general education with possible emphasis in foreign languages, and a mechanic or engineering sort of job, because I've remembered that I've loved to fool around with all sorts of electronics from laptops, to metal watch wristbands. As I've been so spontaneous as to remember such a hobby, so might be my future plans as I spuriously find myself yearning to know more about certain subjects; between a few and several years ago I wanted to be a paleontologist.

Be happy for not one of us is the same.

We're all different. When people simply look at one aspect in their life they will always eventually be beaten by the anguish that comes with the feeling of being insufficient. As long as one does not compare himself to others he can find real, lasting joy in what he is good at and loves. We all have our strengths and weaknesses we've received from birth, till now. Do not let the louder, sonorous, rich song overwhelm your own soft, melodic, sweet hum. For an extended amount of time, I let the seemingly overwhelming shadow of other's talents and gifts raise my own expectations in that exact area in the wrong way. In this entry I hope to confirm my mind, as well as those of others, that having an ideal person is healthy, but beware that no mortal is perfect or better than others simply because of how wonderfully glorified and full their song is. Besides, there are so many other kinds of good music being made, service being done, kind words being said, shows being performed, and duties being fulfilled.
9th grade is when it had begun, for me. I noticed the amazing flowers bloom as people commenced to branch out into their respective fields of talents. There was track, band, languages, history, social skills, mathematics, sports like basketball and football, english, leadership skills, and so on. I wished to be like all of them, but I went wrong as I thought less of myself for not being able to meet these invisible bars of society, because this not only inhibited me from progressing as quickly as I should have, but also confused me in my own search for my spot on the branch.
10th grade was one of my worst grades, I now know, because of the effects my 9th grade brains reasoning. I expected an overwhelming amount out of color, mixture, spots and stripes, out of me and it's possible that I wasn't even on the right tree! I continue to dream the absence of a La Crosse stick, burning muscles, making a good pass with a soccer ball, or the blood rush to my head as I stall, hanging upside down on the suspended rings. In thrusting the bar up on my education, in envy of others, I missed the point of my strengths and struggled with my weaknesses. Refining myself in such a way was, and is, not the way to go.
Be like someone great, but also know that they found what they love to do. One's conclusion of oneself rarely coincides exactly with another's of their self and is ever-forming, so this means that dreams and passions are subject to change or develop in a different direction as preferences, strengths and weaknesses are discovered. After all, the same bud rarely blossoms as the best, year after year.

Childish, forgetful issues.

Are some people really looked down upon by the people that are their persecutors or that are making fun of them? That do not include them because they're different and more or less odd? Just because they have either decided not to do, or haven't figured out, what their would-be friends like and dislike, these people condemn every word that proceeds from their mouth as a waste of breath? Being in a theological culture such as Orem, is it so easy to forget that we are all equal and have great worth, as it is according to our beliefs?
My little brother, who is 7, finds it to his advantage to forget certain things. He dislikes remembering when his bed time is, where his chore list is, etc... It does him absolutely no good, because he is eventually persuaded to find the list and go to bed. However, some kids, varying from Jr. Highers to High schoolers, are more and more often freed from the scrutiny that used to be found in abundance at home when they were younger. In today's society, have the teenagers, and probably even much of the adult world, also fallen into this childish trap of forgetfulness?
Not only is the belief that everyone is equal nation-wide, but we have very prominent religious standards in this area of the country regarding the worth of each person and that 'remember' is one of the most important words of any language. Remembering where and why we and/or other people were sad or happy, etc. It is also used for remembering the council of our faith: we are all important people and can all lead influential lives, but whether we choose this influence for the benefit or downfall of others is the choice of today's blog.
So why is it so common among us to forget the intense significance of remembering who we are and what is the correct path to choose? This leads me back to the beginning of the blog. It is simply a childish instinct to follow what might immediately benefit ourselves, even if it's at the expense of others and most ironically often, our very own futures. May we all have the capacity to remember. Do not our families, friends, relatives, neighbors, jobs, education, community, nation, world and progression and development depend on it?

Maybe a small experience of pseudo-race/whateverism

Wow that was uncomfortable. For my spring vacation, with my family, I went to San Diego and went to Universal Studios for a day. We had purchased these passes, that could be considered more or less pricy, but had the same function as fast passes at Disneyworld, save they were only for those who could afford it. In my father's hard work and dedication to his family and business, he has deserved a great fun vacation with is family, and without waiting in lines for hours. But what have I done to deserve this? I was born. I know I am an important addition to my family, but I really am lucky to be born here, in this family, at this time. There are so many other innocent kids out there who could have been amazing people, but were suppressed by parental, financial, medical issues, that are probably more deserving of this loving family, community, and financial stability. Maybe that's why I felt so uncomfortable walking past the many other people that had to wait in line for those, undoubtedly, many hours.
It reminded me of the times and places that have exhibited superiority according to race, gender, or location on the classes of economy. One of the most shameful periods of the world, particularly the U.S., in my opinion, was the slavery age. I can't comprehend how some people could actually think that they were set apart, better in every aspect, like dog to its master, from another just because of the color of their skin, race or ethnicity! They were simply born in a different region of the world, or by different parents, and for some reason that makes those unlucky few, that had probably been through a much rougher life than most, not worth more than a beast of burden. I just so happen to be born into a fortunate family, with loving, hard-workers for parents. There is injustice here, though it is not the fact that people are born into certain families, but it is the trampling upon races instead of aiding them, and helping them become as comfortable as they can be.
The real crime is not, of course, being born to those more fortunate, but is to not use it for the good of others. In this sense, all of our provisions should be shared with others that deserve it, rather than hoarding that which we have been given from birth, which is not entirely right to keep for ourselves simply because we were born with a more intelligent mind, into a richer family, etc. Who knows, that it might just be possible someone will part with some of their own good fortune to your benefit someday.

Why do I like my choices?

I feel quite restricted, whether I use even a small fraction of my options or not, if I have very few choices. Especially on vacations, I am meticulous that I have plenty of options to do on the long drive or plane ride wherever we're going. More often than not, I'll procrastinate even in the traveling, because I think I'll be able to do it later on the trip, and I don't end up getting to half of the things that I brought to do. Eventually I end up feeling insufficient and have to stay up late to get it all done. Why am I like this?
I think the first reason and problem is that I procrastinate. If I were to begin my homework earlier, or whatever else needs to be done, I would do a better job as well as not have to stay up the night before it is due. In order to accomplish this I need to motivate myself with good sleep, good grades, and less stress worrying about what needs to be done. I usually end up wasting time if I'm not doing what needs to be done anyway. I'd rather waste time doing what I really want to do with the freedom of no homework, than remain wasting my time on lame things and having to worry about homework.
Once I've accomplished this, I'll then be able to use more of my dear options that I'm claustrophobic without. It would also make more of my time worth while in finishing homework before the night before it's due, as well as when I spend time searching for things to do in traveling. So, as I have observed, my innate preference for options must be because, in this instance, my subconscious knows what's best better than I do. The conclusion is that, even though I may seem to enjoy relaxing, doing nothing, etc. I am much better off staying busy, keeping my mind occupied and getting things done.

Power of Perception.

The way the human mind perceives things is very influential, not only to that person, but also to what they're observing. A quote from one of my good friends, though I'm not sure if he said it, was, "When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change." Not only can you improve your feelings and outlook on life, but you can also build others up, just by trying to pick out the positive things about them.
This partially goes with my last blog on courtesy. When people are polite and kind to others, concentrating on the many good traits everyone has, then those people tend to accentuate those admirable characteristics. Unfortunately, the opposite is true also and even more common now adays. Too many people judge and perceive to others to be different, having issues, strange, etc. and as a result those people act differently, and the way they act often is close to the way they are treated like they are: different, having issues, strange, nerdy, clumsy, geeky, fat, dull, etc. etc. etc... This blog is also paralleled with my last one in the respect that if people look at the great things that people are doing and their positive characteristics, then this perceiver will ultimately be happier as well.
There's no good reason to avoid thinking about what can make one's self happy. Many, if not all, people do this automatically, however in the wrong way. One way to immediately improve someone's position/situation is to change their perspective on things. Changing it from one big screen of themselves, to a panorama others. From a negative, depressed point of view of the past to an agreeable, constructive thought.