Evaluative Summary

Well here it is, my final blog. That is, at least, for this semester. I have been amazed at how much I actually have come to like it. I kind of wish I had started earlier in the semester, but as usual, I waited until the last minute to finish it up.
In this blog my audience has been people who don't necessarily or didn't understand the importance of writing and how it can be used as a tool. To begin with, that was me. I knew we had to write a lot in school and life, but I didn't really have an appreciation for it until this blog.
With the title Finding My Written Voice I have tried to capture this idea of me beginning to understand and refine my writing. Several of my blog posts have been pointed in this direction such as "Too Much Writing," "Writing...Such an Amazing Tool" and "Taking Time to Write." This class and this blog have helped me do just that, refine my writing.
The idea behind my background and layout of the blog is that everyone has a busy life. We all have so much to do but taking time to read and write are important in helping us continually learn and improve. The most surpirsing thing to me about this blog is that I just might continue using it. Dare I say it, I may have become a blogger.

Entitlement -- Ruining Our Nation and Others?

Something I have been thinking a lot about lately is the growing sense of entitlement in our country and the world. I feel like there are many people who think that they are entitled to just about everything. What should we be entitled to? Or are we entitled to anything just by entering this world?
What's crazy to me is the fact that there are riots going on in many nations and what is the main thing they are protesting? They are protesting cuts to their entitlement programs. These things have proved to pretty much be the downfall of nations. They are just not sustainable. The only thing that we are entitled to is what we get out there and work for. Quit protesting and find other ways to make money rather than just whine about not getting enough. It's a hard thing for sure. I mean there are many people and families who are used to what they have been receiving for years so obviously they wouldn't want that to change. But many nations are reaching the point where this sense of entitlement is catching.
Another thing I find interesting is people complaining about the "me generation." The real problem is that it is across generations. It isn't just the stupid young people who think they should get everything. Others believe they are entitled to more than usual as well.
Anyway check this guy out below. He happens to be from Provo and has earned himself the title, "the number one idiot of OWS."

Taking Time to Write

If there is one thing that seems to be true about life, it's that it is always busy. We always tend to say that things will be better once I finish this or that but the true is that there's always something more. Sometimes we tend to lose track of what life is really about and enjoy the small things. 

One thing that has helped me balance my life is writing. I know. I hate to say because I usually say that writing is not really my thing, but I guess it has become my thing, or at least one of them. Writing helps me be able to clearly conceptualize my thoughts and feelings. When you put it on paper (or computer) it helps this. We often think we know a lot about this or that but we find out how much we really know when we write about it. 

We should employ the tool of writing more often and learn how to clearly present our thoughts. This blog has helped me be able to that. 

Already That Time Again

I can't believe that it's already that time of the semester again. Finals are just around the corner.  It seems to amaze me every single semester but Fall semesters go even faster because the holidays seem to push everything along even faster.
This semester my classes have been pretty time intensive but my finals schedule is actually pretty light, comparatively speaking. In the music program last year I had so many classes and each one had a final. The hardest of all was getting ready for juries which are basically a playing test/final for your lessons. It took so much time to prepare for them, hours and hours of practicing.

Writing... Such an Amazing Tool!

Thinking back about this semester I remember one of the very first things we read in our Writing and Rhetoric was the author's story of his experience in college. He was given an assignment where they were given a dime. They had to write about that dime and explain everything about it so well that the reader could pick it out of group of dimes. What he learned is what I have learned this semester, "we write to communicate with others" (McInelly 2).
This is so important to remember even though it seems like such a simple concept. I think we often forget that we are trying to help our reader learn from what we are writing. We aren't just writing to get our ideas down on paper and hope someone else can understand them in the event that they read it. Everything we write, well at least most things we write should be written to help others learn and understand our ideas. Our job is to help them understand not just hope they can decipher what we were thinking.
I am actually learning to love writing, believe it or not.

Grandpa's Stories

So this past summer I had the opportunity of helping my grandpa record some of his most memorable stories. He served on the Sunday School General Board so he has some really amazing stories of times spent with general authorities and Apostles. Part of what makes them so great is the fact that my grandpa is a great story teller. So I just had him record the stories and then I would transcribe them and make edits and stuff. They turned out pretty good because when he speaks he has a pretty good use of rhetoric. The only problem was that I didn't really know how to edit them and present them in the best way possible. That is where the personal narrative came in.
Writing the personal narrative and learning about them in class helped me a lot. It makes me want to go back and edit them and add detail, description, and dialogue. I can't wait to see the finished product. Before I know others have been pretty excited to be able to read them but I think if we are able to go back and edit them then even more will want to read them.
Hmm... Maybe this could be incorporated into my final project?

Where is the Snow?

I feel like it has been quite a few years since we have had to wait this long for a good snow. I guess it's good for the fact that we haven't had a whole lot of wrecks (mainly from california drivers...). Hopefully that's not too offensive but come on. Hasn't anyone else seen that?
Anyway I love nothing more than getting all suited up in my snowboarding gear and messing around in the snow. I think I like it so much because it seems like I should be really cold but I'm not at all as long as I'm prepared. You are invincible and the snow just doesn't stand a chance. When you forget your gloves or something like them then it can definitely make you miserable. So I guess the moral of the story is, if you are prepared ye shall not fear.

Final Personal Narrative--The Front Door

Here's my final draft of the personal narrative. I changed the title, description of my mom and the scene, and the ending. Let me know what you think. 

The Front Door

There I sat in the corner of the room, crying. I knew it. My life was over.

“She told me not to. She told me not to,” I repeated over and over in my little 10-year-old mind believing that this would somehow make everything better. I had always known that my mom was always right but this time I really knew it.

Only hours before, I was sitting at the granite kitchen countertop eating my lunch as mom rushed by me and out the door leading into the garage. I was sure she had some very important motherly business to attend to. She was always carrying her big purse filled with who knows what and that day her hair was just a bit frazzled from her already very busy morning. As I heard the van start up in the garage I got up and walked a few steps past the fridge to the sink to refill my cup.

I am free, I thought as I looked at the door and then around at the kitchen connected to the dining room. That was, until she came rushing back in.

“Steven, make sure you don’t go outside while I’m gone,” she said with a concerned look that only a mother could pull off. There was something about the way Mom looked at me with her big blue eyes.

“Why?” I asked, as does every normal little kid. I didn’t say anything more but in my mind that really seemed like a ridiculous request. It was so nice outside.

“I don’t know why.  Just make sure you don’t go outside,” she replied this time with a little more earnestness.

“But Mom why?” I said, pressing the issue a little more. “I won’t leave the yard.”

“Steven I honestly don’t know why but I just have a feeling something will happen if you leave the house and go outside. Maybe it has to do with one of the neighbors…” she said, her words trailing off as she glanced outside.

This time I knew she meant it. There was something in her voice that last time that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. But I started to have a feeling, too. “I won’t go outside Mom. I promise.” I mean, after all, I didn’t want something bad to happen to me while she was gone. I had a life to live.

“I trust you,” she said as she kissed me on the head and rushed out the door.

I was free again but not quite as much as I was before because now I was stuck inside. So I watched TV for a little while and then went up to my room to play with a couple new toys I had just gotten. One of them was a brand new slingshot. This wasn’t just any slingshot. It was one my uncle had helped me make, out of a branch I found.  

I walked around the house, my mind preoccupied with things I was pretending to shoot when all of a sudden there he was. I could see him just outside the window on the side of our house.

I ran to the back door, opened it, and made my way to the side of the house, not forgetting to pick up a few perfectly shaped rocks on the way. As I rounded the corner there he was, in the exact place I had seen him just moments ago. A real live red robin. It was almost as if he was waiting for me, daring me to try out my new slingshot. So I grabbed my first pebble and aimed. This was my first shot of the day.

Zhoom, it went, flying way over him landing somewhere in the grass a ways off.  He was gone. That was my one and only chance and now it was gone in the blink of eye. So I wandered around the outside of the house for a few minutes looking for any other things I could shoot when, I saw him again. This time he was on the porch at the top of the few stairs that led into the house. I was given a second chance so I had to make it count. I had to get him this time. So I pulled out my last little rock. It was an especially good one, nice and round, perfect for accuracy. I loaded it. Pulled back. And released…

Zhoom… Crash!

The sound of shattering glass filled the air and what I saw was even worse. It was my front door. This wasn’t just your regular door with a small window. Almost the full thing was glass, beautifully etched glass. Not even all the money I had could begin to pay for that door. So I resorted to my next best option.

I cried. The truth is that my little 10-year-old mind couldn’t think of anything else to do but hide and cry. Just as I began to realize the magnitude of what had just happened it got worse. I realized that not only did I break the glass door, I had broken a promise. She had told me not to go outside but I did it anyway. It was an honest mistake. I just plain forgot in all the excitement of being able to use my new slingshot.

Stupid, stupid slingshot. I hate you! Thinking that it was somehow the slingshot’s fault. I threw my slingshot at the fence as I ran inside. At this point all I could do was wait. I knew that I had not only disobeyed mom, but now the front door was completely shattered. I was doomed. My life was over. I was sure the next time I would see the light of day was when I was old enough to leave the house for good.

As I sat in the corner, crying, in walked dad. I remembered earlier that day he said he was going to come pick me up and we would do something fun, but this was sure to change everything. He was sure to have seen the door as he drove in.

He walked directly over and sat down next to me. “I’m sorry, Dad. I’m really, really sorry. I didn’t mean to. ” I wasn’t even able to look up at him. I just waited in silence for the stern reply.

“How about a round of golf,” he said.

“But… but… what about the door? What about mom?” I couldn’t believe my ears. Did he not realize what I had just done?

“You worry about getting ready for golf, and I’ll worry about mom. ”

Years later I remember returning home to visit my parents. During my brief visit, my little sister had taken my brand new phone. Her favorite thing to do was to steal something of mine and run around as I tried to get it from her. This time though, before I could get it back she dropped it on the hard marble floor of my parents’ front entryway.

She completely froze, knowing I wasn’t going to be happy. All she could do was stare at the phone and just hope it wasn’t broken. As I looked at her, I reached down to pick up my phone with so many thoughts of what to say. And just when I almost couldn’t hold back any longer, I saw it, just behind her.

The beautiful, glass front door. 

Personal Narrative Draft- The Slingshot

The Slingshot

There I sat in the corner of the room, crying. I knew it. My life was over.

“She told me not to. She told me not to,” I repeated over and over in my little 10-year-old mind believing that this would somehow make everything better. I had always known that my mom was always right but this time I really knew it.

Only hours before, I was sitting at the granite kitchen countertop eating my lunch as mom rushed out the door. I was sure she had some very important motherly business to attend to.

“I am free,” I thought. That was, until she came rushing back in.

“Steven, make sure you don’t go outside while I’m gone,” she said with a concerned look that only a mother could pull off.

“Why?” I asked, as does every normal little kid. I didn’t say anything more but in my mind that really seemed like a ridiculous request. It was so nice outside.

“I don’t know why.  Just make sure you don’t go outside,” she replied this time with a little more earnestness.

“But mom why?” I said, pressing the issue a little more. “I won’t leave the yard.”

“Steven I honestly don’t know why but I just have a feeling something will happen if you leave the house and go outside. Maybe it has to do with one of the neighbors…” she said, her words trailing off as she glanced outside.

This time I knew she meant it. There was something in her voice that last time that I couldn’t quite put my finger. But I started to have a feeling too. “I won’t go outside mom. I promise.” I mean, after all, I didn’t want something bad to happen to me while she was gone. I had a life to live.

“I trust you,” she said as she kissed me on the head and rushed out the door.

I was free again but not quite as much as I was before because now I couldn’t go outside. So I watched TV for a little while and then went up to my room to play with a couple new toys I had just gotten. One of them was a brand new slingshot that my uncle had helped me make. This wasn’t just any slingshot. It was one I had made out of a branch I found and hadn’t really used it much yet.

I walked around the house, my mind preoccupied with things I was pretending to shoot when all of a sudden there he was. I could see him just outside the window on the side of our house.

I ran to the back door, opened it, and made my way to the side of the house, not forgetting to pick up a few perfectly shaped rocks on the way. As I rounded the corner there he was, in the exact place I had seen him just moments ago. A real live red robin. It was almost as if he was waiting for me, daring me to try my new slingshot out. So I grabbed my first pebble and aimed. This was my first shot of the day.

Zhoom, it went, flying way over him landing somewhere in the grass a ways off.  He was gone. That was my one and only chance and now it was gone in the blink of eye. So I wandered around the outside of the house for a few minutes looking for any other things I could shoot for practice when, I saw him again. This time he was on the porch at the top of the few stairs that lead into the house. I was given a second chance so I had better make it worth it. I had to get him this time. So I pulled out my last little rock. It was an especially good one, nice and round, perfect for accuracy. I loaded it. Pulled back. And released…

Zhoom… Crash!

The sound of shattering glass filled the air and what I saw was even worse. It was my front door. This wasn’t just your regular door with a small window. Almost the full thing was glass, beautiful etched glass. Not even all the money I had could begin to pay for that door. So I resorted to my next best option.

I cried. The truth is that my little 10-year-old mind couldn’t think of anything else to do but hide and cry. Just as I began to realize the magnitude of what had just happened it intensified. I realized the promise I had also made with mom. She had told me not to go outside but I did anyway. It was an honest mistake. I just plain forgot in all the excitement of being able to use my new slingshot.

“Stupid, stupid slingshot. I hate you!” Thinking that it was somehow the slingshot’s fault. I threw my slingshot at the fence as I ran inside. At this point all I could do was wait. I knew that I had not only disobeyed mom, but now the front door was completely shattered. I was doomed. My life was over. I was sure the next time I would see the light of day was when I was old enough to leave the house for good.

As I sat in the corner, crying, in walked dad. I remembered earlier that day he said he was going to come pick me up and we would do something fun, but this was sure to change everything. He was sure to have seen the door as he drove in.

He walked directly over and sat down next to me. “I’m sorry dad. I’m really, really sorry. I didn’t mean to. ” I wasn’t even able to look up at him. I just waited in silence for the stern reply.

“How about a round of golf,” he said.

“But… but… what about the door? What about mom?” I couldn’t believe my ears. Did he not realize what I had just done?

“You worry about getting ready for golf and I’ll worry about mom. ”

Years later I read a quote that explained what I did not understand that day, “A problem that can be fixed with money is not a real problem.” 

I still had to work, however, to help pay for the door. 

Elder Callister's Use of Rhetoric

Elder Tad R. Callister is one of my speakers, probably my favorite outside the Quotum of of Twelve. He just seems to be such an authority figure in whatever he talks about, probably because he chooses to speak on things that he knows a lot about.
I think the first thing that I see him as such an authority is because I know some of the things he has done. To begin with he was just called to Presidency of the Seventy and has been a general authority for a while.  If you believe in the organization of the church then this will immediately establish ethos because we know he has to be a credible source. He has also written some great books, one of the most well known being "The Infinite Atonement." His voice and the way in which he speaks just portrays a feeling of complete confidence and authority. You can't help but listen to what he is saying.
One literary device he uses a lot are rhetorical questions. My favorite in this talk is, "Can He come up out of the water if is not down in the water?"Some of these, like this one, establish logos because he sounds so logical when he explaining something and then asks you a question about it. You almost can't help but agree with his logic. They also often help establish pathos in the audience because they become involved in what he is saying and keeps them engaged. They also motivate the audience to agree with him because of the way he words them.
He uses one specific example of a little girl talking with her friend at school. This example establishes a great amount of Pathos. As you listen you tend to put yourself in her shoes. It motivates you to action because she stands up for what she believes in and you want to just jump up and do the same. This story also establishes logos too because the way she explains how she gained a testimony is so logical and that no one can gain one without reading the Book of Mormon. So you can't deny it until you've read.
I think Elder Callister is the greatest at using logos because almost everything he says is backed by a logical argument of some sort. He doesn't use emottion but makes you understand the why behind almost everything.

 Click here to watch Elder Callister's Talk on the Book of Mormon.

Too Much Writing

I don't know why it has taken me so long but I am just realizing that there is really a lot of writing in this world. This semester it seems that every time I turn around there is another paper to write or another letter of intent or some application essay. But you know what, it is actually really good for me because I'm realizing that writing is a tool that I am going to be using the rest of my life. So I better get used to it and maybe even get a little better while I'm at it. Probably my favorite thing that I have written so far is my personal narrative. I liked it because I think it is something that I will actually continue to do.
Writing is an amazing tool that we can learn to use in order to communicate the ideas we want to. I am amazed at how much of an art it really is. There is so much you can do or change when you write in order to enhance ideas that you want to portray. "Finding my written voice"is quite the process.
One thing I used to not really understand is why I had to do so many drafts. I mean did it really make any difference. What I realize now is the fact that I would never perform  a piece on the cello without a lot of practice and a few practice performances before the final thing.

My New Major

I made it!
I finally heard back about my application to the business management program and I made it in. I have been signing up for my classes and I am actually excited for next semester. It has been a little while since I have been excited about going to school. I'm sure it will be hard but from my I understand these classes will actually apply to what I want to do.
I also applied for the strategy program which is a specific emphasis in the business management major. The thing that I wasn't really expecting was the fact that I had to submit more than just my grades and a resume. I had to write an application essay and for the strategy program I had to write an even shoter letter of intent. The thing that was so hard was that I had to be concise and succinct with what I wanted to get across but also tell it in a way that they would remember in order to distinguish me from other candidates. This writing class, in addition to all the other writing I have done this semester, really helped me be able to write this. I attribute the writing to much of the reason why I made it in.

Thanksgiving break

"I am thankful" for Thanksgiving break because it very deceivingly gives me time to make up homework. The problem is the fact that it's already Saturday and I still really don't have that much done. The truth is, it really is a terrible time for homework, especially if you go home for the break. I had such high hopes and yet again procrastination got the best of me.  Your family usually has so much planned and or unplanned for that matter and all you want to do is spend time with them.
I wish I knew how to overcome this but I guess I'll have to wait until next year to try again. Anyway, my thanksgiving break was a great one filled with multiple turkey dinners. I wondered often if it was a bad thing that I couldn't breath after eating so much. It may or may not have happened multiple times.
Every year we usually go around the table and say the things we are grateful for but this year for some reason we did not. I always felt like it was kind of cheesy because somehow I always ended up being one of the last ones and of course by then all the good things to be grateful for had been taken but in all reality I kind of missed it. I felt like I was a little jilted out of a true celebration of Thanksgiving. I guess there is always next year for that one as well.

Black Friday... Becoming Black Thursday

I don't know if any of you have ever taken part in the chaos of black friday but I honestly don't have any desire to go wait in line for hours on end for a "good deal". I mean really, there's always another sale. Maybe someday I'll be converted but for now I think it's a bit much.
The most interesting part to me is how companies are now beginning to stay open on Thursday. They have broken the unwritten rule of treating your employees fair. I have already heard some people say that it's terrible that they make their employees work on a Holiday which I would probably agree with. But for some reason they think it is the "big businesses" fault. I would be careful to lay blame solely with them because when you think about it who are they trying to please? It's you and I, the consumer. If we show them that we are willing and even that we want to shop on Thanksgiving then they are going to stay open to maximize their earning potential. In all reality I think it's kind of sad that many in our nation have completely lost the view of what Thanksgiving is all about. They would rather go out there and find a few really "good deals" than spend time with their family and friends, focusing on the things that are most important in life. Remember that the holiday was made to give thanks not show greed.

Online Education

It seems that today our hope is to make everything fast, easy to use, and accessible everywhere. We have seen this happen in our social life with the developments of Twitter and Facebook. The same goes for work as well. Most people are tied to work no matter where they go. Now we are beginning to see this same trend with education. It could be a good thing but is that what we really want? Do we want our children to have their learning be mostly on a computer without face-to-face interaction. In all reality I don't think it matters what we want because this is something that is going to happen whether we like it or not. The main thing we can do, however, is make sure it evolves in a way that will be most beneficial to the succes of our students. The question is what do we want to have incorporated and how do we want this to evolve?
I believe there are many benefits to online education that we cannot ignore. One of the main things is that it gives students access to so much more than what is offered in their high school alone. For those who want to excel it gives them that challenge. But what about the kids who are struggling. The best part is that it also helps children on the other end of the spectrum as well, those who are falling behind. With the flexibility of online education they can take remedial courses to help them get caught up.
The last main thing that is great about online ed is what I mentioned in the very beginning. It is accessible everywhere. No matter where you are on the planet you can have access to great education.
What do you think? Is online ed a good thing? Are there possible negative effects?

Jetlag... For real this time

"I hear going home is worse than coming here" was what one my colleagues said while we were in China. I thought that was probably true but not in my case because I was supposed to be young and invincible.  
I don't if any of you have ever experienced true jetlag but really I don't recommend it.
I love traveling and I always found it kind of interesting when people would talk about jetlag. I always thought it just meant you were really tired when you got home so you'd just try and stay awake until that night and then have a great night's rest, falling asleep almost instantly. That was until I came home from China. Holy cow! That one hit me pretty much right in the face. Not until then and only then did I realize what the jetlag was all about. I'll probably never complain again when I only have to fly a few hours across the country in the middle of the night.
So on the flight home I got a few hours of sleep which was good because we pretty much flew through the night. We then waited in the airport for a few hours for our connecting flight home on which I slept almost the entire time. I arrived home at 6pm after only leaving Beijing a couple hours before at 4pm. Same day. When I got home it was actually my birthday, making it the longest birthday of my life, some 36 hours. But that's another story. Anyway because of that I stayed up for the party and finally made it to bed a little past midnight. I woke up the next morning around 9 thinking all was well. That was until about 6:30 that night. I could barely keep my eyes open. I fell asleep until 10 and then woke up for a few hours. Same thing happened the next night except I woke up at 2am and could not go back to sleep. I thought I was going crazy. I had things to do but my body wasn't having any of it. My stomach and head also weren't very happy through all this. Finally I knew what to do. The third night home the same thing happened. I fel asleep around 6:30pm but when I woke up at 11pm I took tylenol PM. Best decision I ever made. I woke up at 6:30 the next morning feeling great and haven't looked back since. I actually am on a better sleep schedule than I ever was before, now following the "early to bed, early to rise" adage. After 4 days my body finally figured out what time it was (with a little help).

The Difference Between a Vacation/Trip and an Experience

In the few days back from China I have been reflecting on what made this trip so different from others I have gone on. I have had the opportunity to visit Europe, Canada, Hawaii, and many other states for various reasons. Some for business and others for family vacations, road trips, and education. But this trip was quite different and I think I have finally figured out why. It was different in a way that made it one of the most memorable trips of my life. The main reason is that I felt like I really got to know the people. Usually when we go places it fun and everything because we go sight seeing and eat really good food but you never really get to know the people there. That's because the people of that country or wherever we go to visit don't usually spend their time at the sights. They spend their time doing what we do when we are home, rarely interacting with foreigners.
My experience in China was much different. The first big difference was that we had a local education leader and a couple teachers be our tour guides. They weren't the trained tour guides who tell everyone they meet the same thing. These people spoke to us differently. They wanted us to know what their way of life was really like. It was amazing and they became great friends I continue to keep in contact with.
Sight seeing was great and all but it didn't even compare to the experiences we had in visiting the schools. I already wrote about the children in the schools but visiting the schools was by far everyone's favorite part of our delegation trip. Not even the great wall of 3,000 miles could compare to the fulfillment we felt in the schools. Saying we were treated well is an understatement. Getting to know people in China on a personal level and seeing their education and way of life made my time there a true experience, one I will never forget.

Children in China

I had the great opportunity of visiting China this past couple weeks. It was an amazing opportunity in which I really learned a lot. The most memorable part of this experience was the children. It's interesting to me how we often imagine other cultures and their differences but what I came to find was that are just like the children here. They have hopes and dreams. They are full of enthusiasm. And they love learning, if we let them. The classrooms we visited were full of kids who genuinely seemed to love what they were doing. And just like any kids they could not wait to show us what they had done, whether it was create beautiful painting or sculpture or play or sing a music piece they had worked so hard to prepare. The other thing that really stuck out to me was how dedicated and focused they were on their school work. Much of this probably stemmed from their parents involvement in their education and that is a great thing. Some might say they are too involved but I don't know if that's really possible. If it is then I'd still rather that than parents who take little notice of their kid's school work. Anyway as far as these kids are concerned I think they have a very bright future and we need to make sure ours are prepared for the future.

Using Rhetoric in Public Office

Wow well it has been just a bit since my last blog post. I guess I've got to learn how to be better at this but isn't that what this is for anyway? I was reviewing in our Writing and Rhetoric book and a few things really stuck out to me. In our book it explains how we usually judge our leaders "not so much on what they do but on how they explain what they do when they address us." I have definitely see this in our national politicians, especially in the republic debates. No one has a perfect past so we must rely on their explanation as to why they did what they did. This is important and we listen because when we understand why they made certain choices it often changes our mind on how we feel about that decision though we may not necessarily agree. There is always more to a vote or a decision than just the black and white or right and wrong. There are usually always intended consequences as well as unintended consequences and good plausible arguments for each side. I think this is a big reason why rhetoric is such an important or useful tool. It gives us the ability to explain and help others understand why we have made certain important decisions. I have to ask though, how do you feel about the use of rhetoric in public office?

We Are Survivors

When Elder Eyring, now President Eyring, came to BYU a few years ago he took a good look at the student body present at the devotional and said, "You are survivors."What an interesting exclamation. At times it seems like I am just doing what everyone else is doing and going to BYU because that's what I have been told to do since the day I was born. In all reality though I am quite blessed to be where I am (though sometimes blessed might be the last word I use to describe how I feel). Many would love to be in my place and have the opportunities I have right now. It is definitely something I sometimes take for granted.


Reading the rest of this talk came at such an interesting time in my college life as I decide what major is right for me. Most importantly what do I want to do? Elder Eyring said one of the characteristics of a good student is keeping commitments. That was quite the dagger because at times it feels like I am breaking my commitment to the music program in which I have invested so much time. Is that what he really meant? I don't think so. He wants us to be committed to true principles and rules and to the Gospel. All else will fall into place if we start there. That is how we survive.