5.31.2013

I finished it.

High school is over. I graduated yesterday. I am no longer a high school student. It's summer. And you know what? I don't like it. Holy cow. I still have fifty four days until I enter the MTC! I don't know what to do with my life. It's ridiculous.
High school was great, but I was more than glad to leave after the senior all nighter. It may be that I already pulled an all nighter this last week finishing my viral mission call video, but all nighters are a little immature. I like sleeping. I feel like I should just love not getting any sleep, but I don't.

For the heck of it, here is a list of things I never did in high school:

  • Never kissed a girl.
  • Never sluffed class to go to Hart's (however on many occasions I sluffed Pretend to Exercise (PE) many times to go to seminary).
  • Never got in a physical altercation.
  • Never got detention.
  • Never had to go to attendance school. That's right, this guy is no slacker. On time most of the time.
  • Never did the school talent show.
  • Never gave a speech to the school while running for Student Body President. I don't care that I didn't win, but I love public speaking. 
  • Never was in a play/musical.
  • Never played football as a Viking.
  • Never read Lord of the Flies.
  • Never had a girlfriend.
  • Never bumped into a girl in the hall and as we're both picking up her papers, we accidentally touch hands, look into each other's eyes and then fall in love. That never happened. Close, though.
  • Never went on a date with a cheerleader.
  • Never got beat up by the star quarter back.
  • Never won anything significant besides third in the state science fair.
  • Never tried out for a sports team.
  • Never really managed to get any of the girls I liked to like me back.
  • Never build a birdhouse in Wood shop.
  • Never called it Wood shop until just now.
  • Never had a limo for a dance.
  • Never went in the tunnels. This one is actually really disappointing. I have wanted to go in the tunnels since I knew they existed. I always wanted to make videos in there. Not even videos about the tunnels, just videos in the tunnels. I have failed because I once said I would not graduate without going in the tunnels first.
  • Never blew up the Death Star.
I think that last one is proof enough that I am out of ideas. 

Honestly though, as much as I will miss high school, I am ready to move on because I really just want to be in the mission field. There will be a few good things this summer, but all in all I need to go to Italy. I am taking online courses free on memrise.com. Check it out. It rocks.
Have a good summer. See you in a while.

5.23.2013

I still have a glob

You know those times in life that you are super busy and when you aren't super busy you're too tired and wanting to relax to talk about how busy you are? That's me. I didn't sleep last night. At all. I was awake for thirty one hours straight doing the average Wyatt All-nighter job: editing a video that people actually need. I seem to do that. I am so tired. I slept for four hours, so at least I've got that. Also, the video isn't working. So that's about par. Three months of work topped off with an all-nighter and the product doesn't work. 

Seriously. I will never produce films because I can only do 95% perfectly and that last 5% is always broken. Not that the 5% is always the same. Sometimes it's blurry camera work. Sometimes it's crappy sound. Sometimes it's just a lack of time. Sometimes it's because my computer needs refurbishment but the only Apple employee that doesn't think so is the only person who could fix it. Sometimes it's a completely random problem that I have no idea how to fix. I'm done with high school and I want to be done with this video.

So I am done.

5.01.2013

I'm getting too old for this

The activities at the high school are different. I don't know what's up. I feel like I am more like a teacher. I feel like I am not the focus; not the target audience. I am literally getting too old for this high school thing. One month left. I hope I can do it.

4.30.2013

I'm the same

So I didn't blog for 19 days. Longest gap I've had in a long while. But be grateful Juan Pablo, because a lot of what happened in the last 19 days was a lot like this crap. I don't like a lot of those blog posts because:
A) They're annoying and vague.
B) They show me at my weakest.
C) Who wants to read that crap?

Thanks to my lack of ambition, a side affect of senioritis, you don't have to read those posts I could have written.
Here are the last 19 days summed up in nineteen words:
California
Disneyland
Girl Relapse
Eagle Court of Honor
Senioritis
Lack of Ambition
Confusion
Done with high school
No money

That's all you need to know. Here are some thoughts that I have had lately:

  • Ferris Bueller's Day Off is a completely different movie when you are a month away from graduation.
  • I am really popular. I don't know what happened. Suddenly, I am not that nerd everyone thinks is weird. I am that weird nerd that everyone wonders how someone like me got so popular.
  • Clark Kent would be a lot like me. You know what I mean? I mean, really. To totally dissuade anyone who might think he is Superman, he would be a total nerd who isn't into much physical activity.
  • I am so done with high school. My new favorite line from Ferris Bueller's Day Off is, "It's a little childish and stupid, but then, so is high school." I mean, really, give me one thing that I need to learn in the next month that I haven't learned some time in the last thirteen years. High school really is childish and stupid.
  • I have eighty five more days in my home. Pleasant Grove and I are parting ways, maybe (probably not) for good. Okay, I don't have a girlfriend. I won't have a girlfriend before my mission. But I have PG. This town has given me everything. I'm telling you, there is no where in the world that can compare to Pleasant Grove. She is my first love. 
  • Sometimes I can think for a little bit what I want to do with my life, but it only sticks around for a couple days, maximum. A couple serious considerations: secret agent, writer, journalist, director, movie writer, neurological scientist, brain surgeon, chef, restaurant owner, psychologist, life counselor (I don't know what that would be, exactly, I'm just good at advice), astronaut. I have no idea. I just wish it would be simpler. Freaking heck. 
  • My wife>>>>>>>. (And I never do the greater than thing, so that proves how true that is).
  • Man of Steel is going to be one of the best movies ever made. I am going to promise you that right now. And if it's rated 'R,' I may have one of the biggest life decisions ever to make: whether or not I see it.
  • I seemed to have lost my lactose intolerance. But at the same time, I got allergies. That is pretty weird.
  • I am so ready to be going to Italy. I won't be sad leaving. I'm ready to just move on. But driving on the freeway between the MTC and the airport past the only place ever to be my home will be the hardest part. I'll probably cry.
That was April for me. Sorry I never posted. It's not that I'm not good at it, typically. 

85 days.

4.11.2013

Only nerds write papers for fun

I haven't written for a while. Being busy and stuff. I don't want to write about me, though. If you know me, you know I love the novel To Kill a Mockingbird. That book has heroes and villains. Some of the greatest people have the worst situations thrust upon them, yet they pull through. Atticus Finch. Heck Tate. Judge Taylor. Tom Robinson. Arthur Radley. But those people won't really be the focus of what I am writing about tonight. I want to write a paper about a man who dies in the first chapter of the book. A man who literally never talks in the whole novel. A man whose first name we don't even learn: Mr. Radley.

The first time through the book To Kill a Mockingbird, it is very easy for one to think that Mr. Radley is a rigid, total jerk. In fact, having read this novel over ten times, I can tell you that that perspective is probably going to stick. I never thought about it, really. He was a jerk and he died. Done deal. However, I have been thinking about it. I have really been thinking about it. To the point that now when I think about Mr. Radley, I tear up. I submit to you that Mr. Radley was as great of a man as Atticus Finch. The only difference was that he had a rougher situation.

Here is a little thought I had that you probably haven't considered (I say that because I just barely thought of it and that was on a fluke): Arthur Radley was mentally handicapped. Now mind you, I don't mean that he had a lot of disabilities; maybe just a little autism. The book takes place in the 1930's in the South. Heck, this was a time when they hardly understood that skin color didn't change the worth of a person. They almost definitely didn't understand mental illness. Now keep that in mind as we go on.

Mr. Radley was said to be devoutly religious. A man whose only law was the law of God. A man who was most likely extremely happy to have a healthy baby boy, Nathan. A man who was probably extremely distraught when his second son, Arthur, was born with problems he didn't understand. A man who probably prayed to God asking why he had been given this unsolvable trial. A man whose already stiff living became stiffer, thinking he had done something to upset God. His children grew up living fairly normal lives, his younger sons slight disability not too noticeable, but just noticeable enough for Mr. Radley to want to change it yet was unable to do so. Mr. Radley was aware that his younger son did not have many friends. He was sad that his son was so distant. Then finally Arthur got some friends. Mr. Radley didn't care who these kids were; they were friends with Arthur and that was good enough. His son was finally normal and Mr. Radley was so happy. He really loved Arthur.

That's why the arrest came as such a shock. It wasn't as bad as everyone said it was. Small towns always blow things out of proportions. The biggest problem was not the charges. The court wanted the boys to be sent to a correctional school. But Mr. Radley knew better than most: Arthur wouldn't do well there. He just wouldn't be able to make it with all his special needs. Not only that, but ever since the incident (of which he was just an observer), Arthur was scared. Mr. Radley told the courts that he would never send his son to that school. People took it as a sign of pride, but it didn't matter. The thing was, Arthur didn't need to be encouraged to stay indoors. He was scared. His simple mind couldn't think of anything outside of his house that was good.

After Nathan moved out, the Radley's reached a very easy point in their lives. Mr. Radley, now retired, bought groceries. Mrs. Radley took care of the house and her plants on the porch. Arthur was Arthur. He was content as long as he had newspaper and scissors. Mr. Radley started to love his son more. Mr. Radley went from seeing his son as a curse of God and started to think of him as a gift from God. Mr. Radley, a typically calm, reserved man, started playing with his son. He may have been an adult, but he had the mind and the heart of an innocent child and Mr. Radley loved that. In contrast, as his love for Arthur grew, his resentment for Maycomb also grew. Their stories of Arthur become wild exaggerations. They didn't know Arthur. Who were they to judge his blessing from God? The neighborhood starting calling Arthur the cruel name of Boo, as though he were just a creature and not a beautiful, wonderful, innocent young man. Mr. Radley started to speak to Maycomb citizens as minimally as possible. 

One night, Arthur and Mr. Radley were playing a game. Arthur got excited. Too excited. It was an accident. He didn't even really realize what he had done. He stabbed Mr. Radley in the leg with his favorite pair of scissors. They went to Dr. Reynolds and of course he had to call Heck Tate. When he got to the Radley residence, Arthur had forgotten the incident. Mr. and Mrs. Radley thought it was understandable. No one else did. The whole thing got blown out of proportions again. They locked Arthur up. It made Mr. Radley mad. His son was not a criminal. His son was not crazy. His son was a beautiful young man who just had a different understanding. Arthur was locked up and Mr. Radley couldn't get him out fast enough. Finally the courts heard his appeal; Arthur was coming home. Mr. Radley couldn't wait to have his little boy home again. 

The nights in the courthouse basement changed Arthur. Now he was silent. He was deathly afraid to go outside. It broke Mr. Radley's heart. His son was so sweet and they had ruined his life. His special son, and he was lost because of their ignorance. Mr. Radley's personality in public was so cold that before he seemed personable in comparison. He had little to say to these people. He didn't care what they thought. He didn't care about their lives. Even the good ones like the lawyer Finch became strangers. Mr. Radley spent all day every day trying to get Arthur to become what he used to be. After years of trying, it finally hit Mr. Radley: Arthur was gone. All that was left was Boo.

The day he realized was the day he started dying. Within a month he was on his deathbed. The typical people came over. Boo stayed away. Mr. Radley died thinking his son was broken and he couldn't do anything to change that. As far as he knew, no one could fix him. 

Of course, that was before Dill bet Jem that he couldn't touch the Radley house. That was before Boo met Scout and that was before Arthur started watching the lawyer Finch's kids.



That was my paper. I hope you like it. Because that was all I would need to use it for. Also, if you want to disprove anything I wrote, most of it was guesswork. It all came from the first chapter. Now if you haven't read this book, ask yourself, "Why in the world would a senior in high school write a four page paper for fun?" That is how amazing this book is. That paper was written from the first chapter. Seriously, if you haven't read it, do it now. I promise you it will change your perspective on life. It is so amazing. Thanks for reading this. Here's your prize. I have no idea what the heck it is. I spent like thirty seconds exploring, but have at it. That's all. Goodnight!