If you haven't noticed, the more busy I am in a week, the later this email tends to make it out of my inbox. It is Friday today, which means that I was very busy this week. Allow me to describe this week to you in the coming paragraphs.
I scored 80% on my French writing again. I'm telling you, it's impossible. I talked to my teacher about it but she was unable to tell me what exactly was causing the lower scores. I think that I might give up and never ever try to write a word in French again. Just kidding. I don't usually do that with things.
I watched a pretty solid Italian movie, in which a Northern Italian school teacher goes to Southern Italy on a secretarial error to teach a class of 3rd graders who live in a very rough and tumble neighborhood. I feel like I talk about movies every time, so I'll keep it short today. One of the kids in the movie is starting down a really bad path, and his brother gets taken by the police. The teacher happens to be there and watches the event unfold. He is holding flowers that he bought for himself, but he decides that they would do better in the hands of the grieving mother who just lost her son. He walks up to the door of people that he knows hate him for being a Northerner, thinks twice about knocking, and realizes it would be better to leave them on the door instead. This scene is a powerful example of performing service without drawing attention to oneself. The secret to a kinder, less divided world isn't going out of your way to do something for someone so that others will see your example, it's doing things just for the sake of doing them. If people did a little bit more sneaky flower hiding, I think that the world would be a better place. That's all I'm sayin'.
For those invested in my success, my bracket is currently #80,127 out of 24.4 million brackets. I am very proud of this fact. We will see if that is still true after the remaining Sweet 16 matches face-off tonight. I should probably start betting money at this point. Who needs college when you're ranked 99.7th percentile? My March Madness bracket has a higher score than any of my exams have ever had. I got 96.7% last year too. This might be a viable career.
I'm going to Bear Lake in about an hour, hence my insane amount of business this week. Business should be pronounced "busy-ness" in this context. I had to take my French midterm today as well. I haven't the slightest clue how that went. In physics we are learning about crystals, which are pretty cool. They're also super complicated. I am now attending 3 research groups because I'm still deciding which one I want to be a part of. That sounds a lot more impressive than it is because I don't actually do anything for any of them yet besides sit and listen to their very confusing ideas.
I'm so excited because school is almost ovvvver! I only have 3 weeks left and then I am free from tests and homework for a sweet 5 months.
My sister delivered her 2 "hmphs" and stylized "me too" perfectly in her school play. So proud of Violet for the hard work she put in to learn those 4 words. Hazel also had a significant part in Seussical the Musical, and she did excellently even with the striped socks that she intensely informed me cut off her circulation. I applaud the both of them.
My mom makes me take Ubers when she doesn't want to come pick me up from school. It has only happened twice, but that is too many. I think it is ridiculous. I could take public transportation for free most of the way home. My Uber luck is good and terrible at the same time. It feels so mean to just sit there and ignore them, so I'll usually ask them how their day is going. After that, they do not stop talking. I don't want to just ignore them, but I low-key don't want to talk to them.
I'm listening to another of Malcolm Gladwell's books and it is not nearly as good as Outliers or Revenge of the Tipping Point. I have been inspired to begin writing a book of my own, however. We'll see if I ever finish it. It starts out with two rival Scottish football teams. Analytical non-fiction is the name of the game. I'll send a link once the first chapter is complete. I spent a couple hours on it last week, but I can definitely sink more time into it once school is out and all my friends disappear.
Surprise rant in 3... 2... 1...
IHateBYUBecauseTheyAreStupidAndPennyPinchingEvenThoughTheyAreSoRichAndTheyMakeMeSoMadCauseNoneOfTheirOfficesAreCohesiveAndSomeOfThemDon'tEvenHavePhonesSoTheyMakeYouPlayEmailTagForWeeksToTryAndGetAholdOfAnyone...
I could go on, but I will spare you the mental effort of trying to read writing without spaces. Also, just in case it ever comes in handy in a game of Trivial Pursuit or Jeopardy, the above method of capitalization is called "camel case" and is very common in programming and computer science, since spaces can sometimes throw code through a loop.
Anyways, remember this whole Paris ordeal that's happening soonish? and how it is to be covered entirely by scholarships and grants? According to BYU's financial folks, it still is, but I still have to pay upfront and be reimbursed later, which is not what their website says. It's fine, it's just really annoying. What if I wasn't in a position where generous people can afford to front costs and wait for that incoming money? I signed a contract and my account with high charges would be sent to a legal collections agency. It's just stupid.
While on the topic of stupid organizational supremacy, I have recently learned that my dissatisfaction with my religious service seems to stem from an Area issue. For those who don't know the church lingo, that's just the people above the guy who was in charge of me. Oh, and finding those boundaries is only possible because people reported where their missions were. Church bros make it very hard to find the information of what missions are included in which organizational units, which is frustrating. That is all I have to say about that right now.
I talked to some fellow shtudents (say that British-ly) from the Applied Math program and I am excited about my hiring prospects after school ends. I think it may be something along the lines of "money money money," as Mr. Krabs and my sister say.
Uhm I think that's all I can think to talk about. I need to go find something to eat because my stomach is hungry.
Cheers,
Willyuhm
[ps. The subject of this email is a song that I think is funny, but if you are offended by swear words, don't watch it. You have been warned.]
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