Tuesday, December 20, 2016

It's Hard Enough.



Imagine yourself planning a wonderful trip to Italy. You plan and prepare and get excited about your upcoming trip. You pack your bags and learn a few phrases in Italian, and then you take off. When the plane lands, you excitedly open the door and hear “Welcome To Holland!” “What? Holland? Um no, excuse me, it was supposed to be Italy?” you find yourself saying. You didn’t want to come to Holland, and by no mistake of your own, you’re in Holland. You mourn the loss of your trip to Italy, but you decide to stay and try to make the best of Holland. You’re grateful that Holland is fairly clean and you weren’t sent someplace filthy and full of disease. It’s not Italy, but Holland has some nice things too.
             This is the analogy Emily Perl Kingsley uses to describe what it’s like to raise a child with a disability. The parents didn’t choose it. The child didn’t choose it. It’s not really what the parents wanted, but it’s what the parents get. They mourn the losses the baby will have to grow up accepting. They’re grateful for what the baby will be able to do normally and they thank God it’s not worse than it is. It’s not Italy. But it’s what they get. (Kingsley)
            The child will grow up with losses and challenges that they would prefer not to have. The parents would also prefer to have the child be healthy and capable. They want the best for their baby. It’s hard to watch someone suffer and not be able to fix it. No one would choose illness over health.
            Some people however, believe that some people would. Sometimes people’s actions make it look like they choose sadness, suffering, pain and illness over health and happiness. The world views every action as a choice. It’s difficult not to, because each individual can only attempt fully comprehend themselves. There is not a feasible way to understand the thoughts and actions of another. This public view however, that every action is a coherent choice, further stigmatizes those with mental and physical illnesses.
            Stigma is defined as “a mark of disgrace associated with a particular circumstance, quality, or person.” Some Synonyms for Stigma are “shame, disgrace, dishonor, ignominy, opprobrium and humiliation.” (Oxford Dictionary) Stigma means hating or judging others because of the circumstances in which they live. Stigmatizing people with mental and physical illnesses means hating certain groups of people simply because they have less than perfectly healthy bodies. In all reality, nobody has a perfectly healthy body.
            Stigma leads people to believing lies created by the media and by other people. Stigma can lead people to feeling shamed, humiliated, unwanted, unloved and hopeless. People who further stigmatization are furthering prejudice and discrimination. People who feel the awful sting of stigma are less likely to get help for themselves when they need it. They are less likely to advocate for themselves. (What is stigma? Australia) Stigma is a negative way of thinking and a negative experience overall.
“Imagine you have breast cancer. Now imagine that instead of NFL football players supporting your illness by wearing sneakers with pink cleats and pink logos on their jerseys, society blames you for your illness. Imagine others looking at you with accusing eyes and whispering about you behind your back when they find out you have breast cancer. Imagine feeling fearful of seeking proper medical help because you’re afraid you’ll lose your job if anyone finds out about it.” (What is Stigma? US)
                                                            That, is Stigma.
In the essay, Plague of Tics by David Sedaris, the author speaks of his own childhood experiences, growing up with Tourette’s syndrome. He himself felt the burn of the judgment of others. Particularly from teachers and neighbors. Part of the reason Sedaris was stigmatized, was because the people around him viewed every action as a choice. They didn’t understand that he didn’t want to stick his nose to hot cars or bang his own head with his shoes. He had to. It was “the rules.” He was a slave to the screams of his brain compelling him to act in strange ways. He understood that it was abnormal and sometimes even dangerous behavior, but that didn’t matter. It was “the rules.” It was easier to just do the things he was compelled to do, rather than dealing with the never-ending lecture of hate and disapproval coming from his own body that came with ignoring the rules his brain made for him.
“Mental Health Disorder” is a bit of an umbrella term. In reality, no two conditions are alike and no two people experience the same diseases in the same way. Mental Health problems are an emotional grab bag of symptoms and unknown causes. Disorders can be very mild, or very severe. Depression is typically seen as more mild than Schizophrenia, but in some cases, severe depression can control a person and affect their daily life more than mild Schizophrenia. Mental Health disorders are a never-ending guessing game for doctors, parents and individuals alike.
            When someone is mentally and physically healthy, they are almost always in complete control of their own body. Someone like Sedaris, is not in complete control. Even though he would probably like to be. He had no friends growing up, even though he was very funny. He didn’t perform wonderfully in school, because he had strange compulsions and teachers didn’t understand him. He was stigmatized. Left alone. Pushed aside and forgotten.  The people around him viewed these strange acts as his own choices, rather than the choices of a disease that he battled every day.
“For many psychiatric disorders, patients that are symptomatic are frequently making poor decisions about numerous things throughout the day, such as how they handle their anxiety and other emotional states,” “If you’ve ever had a friend or family member with depression, you can see they are not making decisions the way they normally do. So there clearly has to be dysfunction in the neurocircuits of psychiatric patients affecting their decisions, and we need to understand this better in order to come up with better treatments for mental disorders.” (Pederson)
In these cases, circuitry is faulty. When a computer has a hardware or a software
problem, it is taken to someone who can fix it. The human brain runs like a computer. Why is there such a judgmental attitude toward doing something to fix a broken mind? Why are people so concerned with condemning those who face challenges that are different than their own? Humans are so concerned with the way that they are perceived by others. Many people put their own health and the health of those around them at risk because they are afraid of the judgment of others. Learning more about mental illness is the first step to breaking stigma.
            The human brain is wired to seek rewards and avoid losses. Humans create rules for themselves based on the world around them, their goals, religion, upbringing and dozens of other influences. Great students make rules for themselves about studying. Great athletes make rules for themselves about practicing. Religious people use the guidelines set by their church to make rules for themselves. Sometimes people consciously make rules for themselves. Sometimes they subconsciously make them. Once a set of rules is in place, then the brain starts learning how to make decisions based on risks and rewards. But sometimes the rules and risks and rewards get screwed up. That’s when mental health takes a turn for the worst.  (Adams)
“Unlike their peers, people with anorexia never make the switch from following rules to flouting danger. If anything, their rules become more elaborate."Imagine if you had all of those rules and were really afraid of taking risks," says Kathleen Fitzpatrick, assistant professor of psychiatry and behavioral sciences. "They experience a lot of distress when they don't follow the rules." That's why [many] people with anorexia continue to do well in school, sports and other areas, she says. That's what the rules dictate.”  “But their rules also dictate strict eating patterns – and breaking those rules is extremely distressing, even if those rules dictate unhealthy habits.” (Adams)
When the rules get jumbled up inside a person’s head, they are making decisions based
on jumbled rules and risks. Most people who have anorexia, don’t want to starve themselves, but the rules say that they need to. It is not a coherent choice. They are being compelled to follow a set of rules they didn’t create or agree to. If you were to ask someone who has come back from Anorexia, what they learned through therapy, rehab, hospitalization or whatever it is they used to turn their life around, they would say that the biggest thing is learning to change the way that they think. To learn how to make healthy choices for themselves rather than let a disease dictate their life.
A word that is often thrown around when discussing mental illness is suicide. Suicide is a dark and scary word that makes people uncomfortable. It is a taboo topic. No one wants to talk about suicide. There is a stigma surrounding suicide. People who choose to end their own lives are judged based on those actions. Because suicide is stigmatized, people who have suicidal thoughts, hide it. They feel they cannot ask for help without being judged. They feel shame, guilt and embarrassment for simply having thoughts of suicide. These feelings often drag them lower. People who feel they cannot ask for help with their dangerous thoughts are more likely to continue having them and eventually acting on them.
When a person is having suicidal thoughts, they have a limited perspective. They cannot think clearly about the future. They can only see what is right in front of them. No big picture. They cannot comprehend feeling happy at a later time because their brain does not have the perspective to remember how it feels to be happy. This limited perspective makes it hard to think clearly and make choices. They are unable to see more options than the harmful ones. People who can see the other options, choose them. That is why intervention is so important. If people can be shown other options than ending their own life, they are very likely choose them.  If people can be reminded of their previous happiness, their perspective broadens. If they can remember the past, then they can begin to imagine a future. Perspective changes the risk taking, reward seeking thoughts. If a person can see the possibilities for future rewards, they can choose to seek after them. (Henick)
Though physical illnesses don’t always accompany mental illnesses, feelings of depression, anxiety and panic can be major side effects of physical disorders. People who have physical disabilities are stigmatized as well. They feel the sting of judging eyes and critical tongues sometimes just as often. Though often, they are judged for different reasons. Their circumstances are different. The way people perceive them and their illnesses are different. The feeling of being stigmatized is the same.
The Spoon Theory is a piece written by Christine Miserandino that tells of her own experience trying to explain what it’s like to live with lupus. Of the limited choices she is allowed to make based on the circumstances in which she lives. Basically, healthy people have unlimited spoons. People with physical or even sometimes mental illnesses, have a limited number of spoons. Everything everyone does costs a certain number of spoons. But you probably don’t notice that everything costs spoons, unless yours are limited. Getting out of bed costs some spoons. If you have a life altering illness, taking your medications costs a spoon. But you have to use that spoon to take your meds, or you won’t have any more spoons for that day or for the next either. Getting dressed costs a spoon, doing chores costs spoons, going to school costs spoons, everything you do has a spoon price tag. Once you are out of spoons, you’re out. You don’t get any more spoons until the next day. You have to go home and go to bed and hope you have at least half a spoon left to change clothes, or at least get your shoes off. (Miserandino)
People whose lives are dictated by illne- er, spoons, end up canceling plans. They get dubbed lazy, irresponsible and rude. They are perceived as only caring about themselves. They have to change plans, cancel plans and reschedule. When someone doesn’t have enough spoons to leave the house, they can’t leave the house. If someone’s disease dictates that they can’t stand up for long periods of time, whether they want to sit or not, whether they appear lazy or not, they can’t stand. It’s not a choice. No one wakes up one morning and says “I really think I’d really enjoy having a heart condition.” But some people wake up one morning feeling sick, and never feel better.
Nancy Mairs is one of those people. In her essay, On being a Cripple, Mairs discusses the reality of her own experience living with MS. A degenerative nerve disease. She writes openly and honestly about the horrors and victories of living with extreme muscle weakness. She writes about the depression that accompanies her physical disability. Some days her MS literally knocks her down. More often than not, it is her depression that keeps her cooped up in bed. Either way, she often ends up feeling judged and secretly hated by her family and those around her. People perceive her differently than they do other people, for that reason, she has decided she wants to impress them. She decided that if she’s going to be a cripple, she’s going to be a good one. She’s going to be happy and have a good attitude and make jokes about her disease. Usually, she succeeds with the attitude part, at least in public. Her depression sometimes runs rampant in her own mind, but that depression is hers and hers alone. She plays her happy part for other people, but she still is looked down on when things happen that are beyond her control. She might trip in a parking lot and make a mess of her clothes. It’s not her fault but others will secretly think that she needs to be more careful. She might have to cancel plans because she is too weak to get out of bed. Others think she is lazy. She is not lazy. She is sick. Her disease prevents her from choosing to have a normal life.
The world is not a perfect place and it is full of imperfect people. Sometimes people really do make stupid choices that lead to awful consequences. This can be the root of stigma. Sometimes people don’t think and decide to see what happens when they jump off a roof onto a trampoline or put hot glue on their arm. Other times people choose to try recreational drugs. People mess up. But people can try again. Just because someone has made stupid decisions in the past, doesn’t mean they are not deserving of respect and second chances.
Dr. Jared Bunch wrote an article explaining his perspective on patient care. One day he was treating a patient that had a history of drug use that led to a heart condition. Many doctors turned the man away, or at the very least, scolded him often. The problem with that, is that he already knew. He already knew and he already regretted it. He was searching for help, not criticism.
“A person who wore scars on the outside because of choices he’d made on the inside. These were easily recognized and pointed out to him by many. He endured being chastised by physicians during patient care, and in emergency rooms, by other people. Most of his critics didn’t take the time to look inward and see the good inside him: the person he really was. His true value as a person was immediately apparent to me the first day we met, when I spoke to his mother. She knew him on a level few others did, and she saw his goodness. She was willing to overlook his outward appearance. If I, as a physician and a person, can see someone the way their mother or father does, then I believe I’ll always act as a better healthcare provider and person. My patient’s mother, who endured years of pain watching her son suffer, taught me this valuable lesson.” (T. Jared Bunch)
The world is not a perfect place and it is full of imperfect people. But people are still
worthy of respect and love and kindness regardless of what kind of past they have. Everyone has their own demons to fight. Sometimes people mess up and make their own plight harder. No one needs the extra pressure of people looking down on them in the middle of their fight, regardless of whether or not they chose it. We all have goodness inside of us and we all have opportunities to show kindness to others. One of the nicest things that can be done for someone fighting a battle with their own body or mind is show them kindness. If other people can’t be kind to them, why should they go to the trouble to try and be kind to themselves?
                          Many people feel the effects of physical and mental illnesses every single day. Disease is a looming demon that many people fight again and again, day after day. Disease limits choices and the ability to make choices. This is not the fault of those affected. The idea that it is their fault is based on inaccurate perception. Stigma negatively affects everyone. Both the person judging and the person being judged, as well as sometimes even their families, are negatively affected. The idea that every action is a choice leads to stigma. Stigma often comes from a place of false information and a lack of education. Sometimes simply knowing that an illness is present, is enough to better understand the choices made by an individual. Regardless, everyone is fighting an unknown battle. Think twice.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Why I still don't write.

Why I still don't write.
Last year around this time I posted an essay I had written called Why I don't write. (That last sentence was a paradox in its entirety.) I wrote the essay for my AP language class. Well, the kids who are taking that AP class this year have been working one the same assignment.  The assignment was to explain why we write or why we don't. It sounds pretty simple. Pretty straightforward. The goal is kind of just to explain your feelings towards the art of writing.

Though simple, the assignment can be personal because it doesn't seem to have a right or wrong answer. Just explain your own feelings. Answer the prompt and do so articulately. It sounds like you can't really fail unless you don't actually try.

Or so I thought.

Sometimes high school students, (well, I assume most high school students, I suppose it could be just only me.) Sometimes high school student do assignments the night before they're due. You know what I'm talking about? The ones where you quickly do the assignment well enough to get the grade, but you don't put a lot of effort into it or make it very personal? Yeah. Those. This essay was not one of those.

This was one of those assignments that you really like. One that you put a lot of effort into. A paper you're proud to hand in, knowing you did a good job and that you created something. It's cool to be proud of your work. It's cool to know that you made a thing and it turned out better than you originally thought. My why I don't write paper was, and still is a paper I'm very proud of.

But I received a very low grade for the assignment.

Many people who have read my essay have been impressed with it. They felt they could relate to the underlying theme of unimportantness. Of feeling that the world is so big and loud with so many others shouting, how and why would anyone listen to me? But they also could relate to my final point. Why does it matter? We're not all going to be famous and well known. But why does it matter? We all know people we care about and who care about us. We matter to them and therefore, what we have to say matters to them. The human experience is more enjoyable when we have the opportunity to intimately care for the people around us. We don't need to be famous in order to matter.

When I received a low score on my paper, I sent the teacher a message explaining how I had followed the rubric. I did not understand how I could've received a failing grade. Just the explanation of how I followed the rubric was more thought out and articulate than the argumentative papers of many high school students. I received a very short email back (one that was full of typos I might add,) asking me to stay after school so my grade could be explained to me. When the teacher explained my grade, she basically said that the amount of sadness in my paper lowered the effectiveness of my following the rubric. She said my paper was much more overwhelmingly sad and that's why I received the grade. She then proceeded to count my paragraphs in front of me. There was only one more sad paragraph than there were happy paragraphs. In someways, she disproved her own reasoning right in front of me. But she still gave me a low grade.

She gave me the opportunity to fix the things she didn't like about it and get a better grade. I hated doing this. I changed it how she told me to and I hated it. The meaning was gone. The paper wasn't something I was proud of anymore. It was conformity. It became what the teacher wanted. I don't think I even saved that version of the paper because I hated it so much. But I turned it in, I got the grade, the teacher won.

I have a friend who did the same assignment this year. I read through his paper, he will get a good grade, I'm positive of it. His essay was very cookie cutter, that teacher will like it. At first he was offended when I said his essay was cookie cutter and that he would get a good grade. He thought I was saying it was unoriginal and therefore not good. He was wrong. His essay was great. His paper was all about how he writes as an escape, to vent and cope with his feelings. He writes because it gives him an opportunity to process and understand the things in his life that he can't control, in order to better manage the things he can control. He loves writing for this reason. Many people do. There is nothing wrong with that. This is absolutely a great reason to write. It's actually my reason for writing this particular post. His essay was great, but it's also exactly what the teacher was looking for. The teacher wants everyone to love writing and see it as therapy.

Because I had a different reason for writing, I failed the assignment. I was told there was no right or wrong way to do the paper, and then I was told that I did it wrong.

And here we see another reason I hate writing. Teachers who have a particular idea of what they want in an assignment and don't want to see anything that doesn't fit what they have in their minds to be perfect. Teachers who see something that is different as something that is wrong.

This is also one of the reasons why kids don't usually try to do their best work in school. They're told that their feelings and opinions are not valid. They're told that because they feel differently than other people that they are a failure.

Why would anyone want to put in the time and effort of creating something wonderful only to be told that the way they are wrong to create it?

Monday, August 22, 2016

Dear APUSH Newbies.

Dear APUSH newbies,
We ain't gonna sugar coat it, this class is hard. This class is scary. But we survived and so can you. Here's some advice and things we wish we knew beforehand from the unfortunate souls who've gone before you. 


- Don't take it. 
- If you need help or someone to complain to, holler at us. We get it. We won't judge ya. 
- You're gonna suffer, but you're gonna be happy about it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZ55CIHIpYQ-- 
- If you don't like history, this class is going to be rough and the only way you're going to survive is to have fun with the kids in your class. 
- Have study groups. 
- Make a Facebook messenger group chat or a GroupMe with all the kids in your class. It will save your butt not only with APUSH but with APLang too. 
- Take pictures of the board. 
- Take pictures of assignments. 
- Read the book. Don't skip on the readings. 
- If you happen to mess up and skip a reading, use the study guides from the website on the back of the book. http://bcs.bedfordstmartins.com/henretta7e/#647824__648632__ 
- Videos are more entertaining than powerpoints and usually score well too. Pretend you're John Green and you're the star of crash course. 
- Read the chapters for ALL the topical presentations. Not just your specific chapter. You'll get lost if you don't. 
- SIGN UP FOR REMIND 101
- When you find good resources, SHARE THEM. 
- If someone shares a resource you don't like or that doesn't make sense to you, don't use it. Don't waste your time on things that don't benefit you. Find something that does. 
- Take notes in a way that makes the most sense to you. Your notes are yours. 
- Take notes of the reasons why people did the things they did. 
- Take notes of names and dates. 
- Google the questions to the thematic reviews because sometimes the answers are online.  https://quizlet.com/57383347/apush-unit-4-thematic-questions-flash-cards/
- The kids who took APUSH last year typically scored better on the APLang test than those who did not. 
- Do not call Mr. Henry "Timmy." At least, not to his face. 
- Memes are always a good idea. 
- Be as sassy and funny as you want on your in class presentations but always be very formal on your essays. 
- Use this thing for essays. https://www.paperrater.com
- If you fail an assignment or essay and have to do it over again, do not panic. You are smart and capable. If Mr. Henry didn't think you could do better, he wouldn't give you a chance. He would just kick you out. I failed my first two essays in that class and still got a 4 on the AP test. 
- Synthesis is everything. Synthesis is hard to learn and hard to teach. Adam Norris has synthesis pointers in most of his videos.  https://m.youtube.com/channel/UC223Rd7yCfDo9fv6ENdNp9Q
- Learn big words. AP test graders like them. 
- Be partners with the golden child whenever possible. The golden child for us was Sam Garcia. You'll figure out who it is pretty quick. Every class has one. 
- If you can't be partners with the golden child, don't be the group that goes up against the golden child. 
- KING ANDREW JACKSON IS IMPORTANT. 
- FEMINISM IS IMPORTANT. 
- If the snuggle affair has taught us anything, it's that we're all in this together. Do not blame each other for anything. You are a team. 
- Take the practice tests and take them seriously. 
- If you can survive the first term, you can survive the rest of the year. 
- Stop trying to make fetch happen. It's not gonna happen. 
- Have an open mind and don't get upset about what the book says. Perspective is everything. 
- Fight unfair questions. It doesn't just affect you, it affects everyone. 
- When grading each other's quizzes, don't ask if you should give them the point. Just give it to them. Have each other's backs. 
- Don't grade harshly. Once you get labeled as the harsh grader, it never goes away. 
- The completion of the transcontinental rail road is the single most important event in history. 
- If you plan on having surgery anytime during the year, let us know. We will pray for you and your grades. 
- Mr. Henry is usually willing to let kids come in before or after school to make things up. Appreciate that because not all teachers are so kind. 
- Do not sass Mr. Henry during first term. Other terms it's okay. 
- Make your presentations personal and important to you. Sometimes you will surprise yourself. 
- If Henry teases you, it means he likes you. 
- If Henry takes you out in the hall and yells at you, don't panic. You're not stupid. You're not a failure. You're not a bad student. He was probably having a bad day. Don't run to the office to transfer out. Stay and prove to him that you are capable. 
- Mention that you're thinking of taking APGov next year even if you're not. Henry will automatically like you 38164% more. 
- Mr. Henry is a liberal, atheist, democrat living in conservative, mormon, republican Utah. He knows he's a minority and will never ever say or do anything that could be taken as him trying to force his views on you. He's here to teach history. He's here to give you facts and let you make up your mind for yourself. 
- Mr. Henry is a liberal, atheist, democrat living in conservative, mormon, republican Utah. He knows he's a minority and will never ever say or do anything that could be taken as him trying to force his views on you. That being said, have an open mind and ask him his personal opinion every now and then. He's a smart guy and you might have more in common than you thought. 
- Mr. Henry is vegan. 
- Bleazard and Henry are NOT related in any way. Do not let either of them convince you otherwise. 
- Buy Mr. Henry a singing Valentine. 
- Ask questions, start discussions and share opinions. Learn from each other. 
- If you don't get it, 9/10 times no one else gets it either. 
- Your AP test scores do not define you. 
- Your grades do not define you. 
- Others opinions do not define you. 
- Mr. Henry's opinion does not define you. 
- If Henry labels you "rabble rouser" don't stop. Keep talking in class. Keep contradicting the AP stereotype and be yourself. Henry will like you more and so will we. 
- Sassiness is something you earn. 
- BRING A BLANKET. THAT CLASSROOM IS FREEZING. 
- We might've made it so Henry doesn't want a word wall this year. Ask for it anyway. It was very helpful and one of the most memorable things of the whole year. 
- Put word wall words in your own definitions so you can remember them better.  
- If Henry offers to write you an excusal note for your next class, always take it. ALWAYS. 
- Mr. Henry likes the Kennedy brothers. The Kennedy brothers are always the answer. 
- The Kennedy brothers are hot and so are their grandchildren. 
- If and when people start talking about Girls State and Boys state, SIGN UP. You will not regret it. SCHOLARSHIPS. COLLEGE CREDIT. 
- Quizlet is a must. 
- Ask Henry to dab. 
- If you turn on the Techno Chicken yodeler, Henry will dance. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=yO7MWuJ7zLA 
- If Henry is excited about something, you better get excited too. It's gonna be good. 
- We learned to put the pro in procrastination and we still survived. Sleep is not important. 
- Let me rephrase that, sleep is not important for quizzes. SLEEP IS VERY IMPORTANT FOR TESTS. 
- Make friends with the kids in your class. You're going to need each other to survive. 
- Margaret Thatcher and "Ronnie" Reagan were totally together. 
- Make friends with the TA. Just do it. 
- Make obscure references to things only Henry would get. 
- Henry is engaged. His fiancés name is Brittany. 
- Never forget that the snuggle is real. 
Love, the kids who took it last year.

Monday, August 15, 2016

Humans are awesome.

I had the really awesome opportunity to be a guest writer on a story telling blog! Check it out!
http://humansareawesome.weebly.com/bosto.html

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Stories- October 2, A Temple Thursday Adventure.

 I've recently realized that I've got quite a few great stories that should be shared. This is a copy of an email I sent to a few friends on missions this last October. Enjoy!

Dear Temple Enthusiast Elders,
Well Elder Pehrson, as soon as you leave, all the interesting stuff happens. I don't even know where to begin this story. I want to make it clear though, God has been good to us, we saw many miracles that day!

On Wednesday night Dalton Droubay texted me saying we needed another driver and asked me to help him try to find one. We couldn't find one. On Thursday morning I picked up a few people on the way to the seminary and while we were on our way there we heard that Dalton wasn't coming and he had told Savannah Lawson not to come either. We were sad to hear that, Dalton had said that he would stay home if there wasn't enough room but I told him to come anyway because I was hopeful we would have another person to drive. When we got to the seminary building and counted up people, we had exactly 9 people and I have exactly 9 seats in my car. Taylor Avery and I looked at each other and realized, we had nothing to say to Dalton. We couldn't give him a hard time about not coming.  If he and Savannah had come we wouldn't have had enough seats. 

A few weeks ago we had a day where we had 10 people and we took everyone in my car with 9 seats  My mom was MAD. My mom threatened me heavily that if I did that again, I would not be driving to the Temple anymore. If Dalton and Savannah would have come, I don't know what I would have done. I don't want to have to turn anyone away from the Temple. It was a miracle that we had exactly enough seats!

As we were getting out of the car at the temple, we had a girl named Alexis realize that she didn't have her recommend with her. She had gotten it out and checked to make sure she had it, but she still ended up at the Temple without it. 

In preparation for General Conference, the tunnels were all closed so we had to go in the front doors of the Temple. We walked in and asked if they could help Lexi because she forgot her recommend. They said they would be happy to! They called her Bishop and he just happened to be awake at 5 AM! Alexis got to go into the Temple! I was going to wait outside with her and so Lexi getting to go in meant I got to go in too! It was another miracle that everyone got to go in! 

We went through the Temple and talked to the "you are Saviors on mount Zion" Temple worker again, which is always a pleasure. We each did 3 confirmations and 5 baptisms. By my count that's 45 newly baptized members and 27 newly baptized members of this wonderful church. 72 more miracles!

Now is the part where I have to own up to my mistakes.
On the way home, I missed the exit for Tooele. Well that understandably sent us into a bit of a panic. Really quick Taylor pulled out  his phone and figures out that it would take us FORTY MINUTES to make it back! Obviously we panicked some more. And then... We had another miracle and found a police turnaround. Our little de-tour took like 10 minutes tops. God was good to us. 

We got back to Lakepoint and headed toward Stansbury. We were very happy to be on our way to school and we were talking about our little adventure and laughing about how "this is up there with Clark driving through the Airport and Leo yelling "we are late! We are naughty boys" out the window to Rachel on the freeway" We were happy. 

And then I got pulled over. 

I was doing so good. I almost made it a full year of having my license. Seriously, 4 days shy of 17, I got pulled over for the First time. And ticketed for the first time. Which sounds kind of terrible, and it kind of was. But God still blessed us. 

I had my license with me. I had my registration. I had my insurance card. My insurance was fine, but the card was expired. There was only 9 people in the car.  As he took my information and went back to his car, we all prayed that I wouldn't get a ticket and that we would get to school on time. And like we learned in conference today, everything works out. I did get a ticket, but they didn't ticket me for the 20 over that I was going (Elder Clements and Elder Brown, yall drive faster than that on Temple trips)
They only charged me 5 over. My insurance card was correct. Everyone except for me made it to school on time. I had to go home And trade my mom cars. (And also cry) My mom wasn't mad. More miracles. 

The night before, around midnight, when I still wasn't asleep, my mom didn't want me to drive. She was saying how it scares her to have me drive so early in the morning. I promised her that there was no way I could fall asleep with that many people and that we would be protected because we were going to the Temple. But after that conversation and then getting a ticket, I was positive she wasn't gonna let me drive to the temple again. But she wasn't even mad! She said "I'd rather have you walk in and say you got a ticket than not walk in and roll the car." Later she said "you speed all the time you're just lucky you didn't get caught till now" which is true, but I also pointed out that she's the one who taught me to speed. She agreed! What? Both my parents were fine! MORE MIRACLES. 


My mom also pointed out the part about Dalton and Savannah not being there. She said "yes you've been blessed today, but God is also warning you" She is right. Just because we're going to the Temple doesn't mean I should push my luck and speed (I'm looking at you Elder Brown and Elder Clements) and if Dalton and Savannah had been in the car, we definitely wouldn't have made it to school on time and parents DEFINITELY wouldn't have been easy-going about getting a ticket. I can promise you that I will not be taking more people than I have seats for. The Lord gave me a warning and I would be stupid to ignore it. 

We got lucky. We got so lucky. Taylor pointed out that lucky isn't the word, blessed is. While we were waiting for the Officer to come back, Veronica started counting miracles. There were so many tender mercies. God was with us on Thursday morning Elders, I guarantee it. 

Hopefully next week we will have more drivers and less hiccups. Until then, enjoy conference and convert everyone!  

My mom also pointed out the part about Dalton and Savannah not being there. She said "yes you've been blessed today, but God is also warning you" She is right. Just because we're going to the Temple doesn't mean I should push my luck and speed (I'm looking at you Elder Brown and Elder Clements) and if Dalton and Savannah had been in the car, we definitely wouldn't have made it to school on time and parents DEFINITELY wouldn't have been easy-going about getting a ticket. I can promise you that I will not be taking more people than I have seats for. The Lord gave me a warning and I would be stupid to ignore it. 

We got lucky. We got so lucky. Taylor pointed out that lucky isn't the word, blessed is. While we were waiting for the Officer to come back, Veronica started counting miracles. There were so many tender mercies. God was with us on Thursday morning Elders, I guarantee it. 

Hopefully next week we will have more drivers and less hiccups. Until then, enjoy conference and convert everyone! 

-Boston