Mathematics Class

In two hundred and twenty two days and 9 hours, I will be taking the AP BC Calculus test. After that, I will not be enrolled in a math course for 4 years. I am so excited. I don't know how anyone could enjoy math, especially calculus. Life without math would be great.

Pray tonight. Pray to hear what the Lord will have his prophets say to you. Watch conference. Don't sleep, watch it and enjoy it. If you get antsy, exercise with the radio on, listening to them. Don't forget that the Lord won't forget you. Also, if you are a seminary student at PGHS, read your scriptures. It is the best way to get direct revelation from the Lord. I promise you that if you read your scriptures daily and say your prayers, your life will be changed in ways you couldn't imagine. If you are tired, read. If you cannot read, have someone read to you. It is worth the effort. Don't get in romantic relationships during high school. It is dumb. Don't try skimming the line between right and wrong, because the risk could be detrimental to your life. If you realized what hung in the balance, I am sure you would think again before you "just hold their hand" or "just kiss them once." It is not worth it.

Unholy War

"...There is no better laboratory to observe the sin of pride than the world of sports. I have always loved participating in and attending sporting events. But I confess there are times when the lack of civility in sports is embarrassing. How is it that normally kind and compassionate human beings can be so intolerant and filled with hatred toward an opposing team and its fans?

"I have watched sports fans vilify and demonize their rivals. They look for any flaw and magnify it. They justify their hatred with broad generalizations and apply them to everyone associated with the other team. When ill fortune afflicts their rival, they rejoice.

"Brethren, unfortunately we see today too often the same kind of attitude and behavior spill over into the public discourse of politics, ethnicity, and religion.

"My dear brethren of the priesthood, my beloved fellow disciples of the gentle Christ, should we not hold ourselves to a higher standard? As priesthood bearers, we must realize that all of God’s children wear the same jersey. Our team is the brotherhood of man. This mortal life is our playing field. Our goal is to learn to love God and to extend that same love toward our fellowman. We are here to live according to His law and establish the kingdom of God. We are here to build, uplift, treat fairly, and encourage all of Heavenly Father’s children."

Pride and the Priesthood

DIETER F. UCHTDORF

Can I tell you how much I love President Uchtdorf? He has put in words what makes me sick to my stomach: the hate. I cannot understand why people hate me simply because I support the U of U. It frustrates me when people try to tell me that my school sucks and I should be a BYU fan. It frustrates me when my brother says he would rather die than go to BYU. What President Uchtdorf has said is the truth. I support him with all my heart and with all the conviction I can muster. Is football really what you should be worrying about, when there are thousands of people living without the gospel? Stop arguing and start loving. It is not worth it.

My best friend and hero, Brock Duclos.

A large number of my friends that currently go to BYU.

Two of my best friends. BYU and Utah.

I'm Batman

The Night Stalker
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delivered.

Everyone needs a daily dose of inspiration. I present to you my new favorite blog: delivered.

Spoilers

The Don't-take-a-picture-of-me-even-though-I-look-super-pretty-and-you-want-to-remember-this-moment-forever look. You'd be surprised how often I get this.

I will post more soon. Don't start crying.

Dodgeman

There are obvious reasons why dads don't want their daughters to date teenage boys. Here is one of the many.

Story Time!

I haven't posted for a while and I have too much to do to write a whole post, so I just found a story I wrote. Here you go:

How The Brothers Eluded Death

By Wyatt Duclos

Once there were three brothers, Roose, Hagson and Rubius. They were the best of friends and loved each other very much. They and their mother, Belle, lived in a small cottage on the coast of England. The mother was very kind to everyone she met, and put her own needs behind the needs of others. This caused her to become very ill. She would soon die.

Her oldest son, Roose, was very worried. There was absolutely no way to delay his mothers death. So he thought and thought. He finally realized the only way was to stop Death from taking his mother. He told his brothers this idea. He decided to travel to a far away land to The Cave Of Death. This cave was full of the worst ways to die, a different death for each cavern. But at the back of the cavern, lived Death himself. So Roose entered the first cavern. The large cavern held a giant. Roose, knowing that giants were very stupid, let his guard down. But as soon as he stepped into the cavern, large, hairy tarantulas swarmed him. He was paralyzed. Death, sensing his presence was needed, went to Roose. Now what most people do not know is that before Death takes a life, he asks their final request. If the request is a good cause, Death fulfills it. But if it is selfish, he makes them die a slow, terrible death. So, he ask Roose his final request. Roose replied that he wanted to become the master of Death. Death found this a selfish reason and had the spiders slowly eat him, one of the worst deaths Death had inflicted.

After waiting weeks for his brother’s return, he finally guessed the truth. So, Hagson being the eldest, started devising a plan. Since going to Death did not work, he thought he should bring Death to him. He would pretend to have a heart attack then capture Death. Hagson plopped down in a chair and did not move at all, having his brother, Rubius, fetch him junk food. So after  a week of doing nothing and eating junk food, he decided it was time. With all the acting ability he could muster, he faked a heart attack. Death soon walked in Hagson’s room, prepared to take a life. Death asked Hagson his final request. Hagson leaped up and said he wanted to capture Death. Hagson then grabbed Death’s arm. But wherever Hagson touched Death, his skin errupted in flames. The flames spread and Hagson was finally consumed by the fire.

Upon walking into the room where his brother’s charred remains laid, Rubius decided it was up to him. He waited for Death to approach his mother’s bedside. When Death did, Rubius then spoke.

Said he, “Please do not take her life. She is a selfless, kind person. She still has good to do in this world. Leave her, but instead take me. You took my brothers, whom I cannot live without. would, please do this. It is the only way my family can finally be happy.”

WIthout hesitation Death raised his scythe. Immediately Belle started into a coughing fit. Gradually it got better. Rubius looked away and when he looked back, a beautiful young lady sat before him. Then Death turned to him. Rubius closed his eyes. It didn’t matter if it was here or wherever you go when you die, if Rubius was with his brothers, Death could not prevail.

I Love You, I Love You, Older Brother of Mine.

You are probably sick of hearing about my brother leaving, but it is the hardest trial I have ever faced, so deal with this last post at least.  He got set apart about two hours ago. Here are the things I will miss most in my day to day life: Talking. Brock and I spoke a lot together and he has been my most trusted confidant. Not talking. We would listen to music together. We would just sit in his room and do our own things. Just being together was enough.  Getting food. Gandy's, Wendy's, Taco Friend, or Rancharito's, it didn't matter. We always ordered the same thing and hardly veered of our staple places of eating.  DI runs. Granted, we haven't done this since he was in high school, but we always had fun going to the DI together. Afterwards we would go to Macey's and get lunch specials from the deli. We would quiz each other on products and details, like Shawn's dad does in Psych.  The usual things. There were just little things that we always did that became habit because it was just what we did. Like randomly quoting TV shows and movies that applied to the situation or blowing straw wrappers at each other. Listening to a song and cranking it while we both belted even though we sound like dying walruses. Inside jokes. Races to get the bathroom or shotgun in the car.  Describing cool ideas to each other. He had an idea for a seminary video and he was so into the whole story and had the music playing and it was hilarious.  Learning the gospel together. One of the best moments of my life is when my mom said we could play the candy bar game for family home evening only if we prepared a lesson. We turned to each other and both said at the same time, "Lesson one in Preach My Gospel." It is like we study the same stuff or something.  His presence. Even if he wasn't with me, I knew I could almost always talk to him within the hour. He was a constant that will be removed, and the only thing I hate more than Brock leaving is the variable that will replace him. I hate variables.  So he will be gone by 12:30 tomorrow. I can't imagine my brain would waste this much water for crying's sake. 

Pencil on the paper

I love writing. It is one of my all time favorite activities. When I am writing something I care about, I feel a rush of excitement. I could care less about what others think of my writing because I love it and the finished project is a piece of me. Just like any artist I throw my soul onto a blank canvas of paper. It will be awesome once I become a writer. I won't have any math I need to do. I can just write. Writing is my heaven on earth.