Conclusion

Surprisingly, Writing 150 has turned out to be one of my favorite classes this semester.  At the beginning of the semester, if you were to ask me what class I thought was going to be my favorite, I probably would have said Chemistry.  However, as the semester progress, I found myself throughly enjoying Writing.  I found that I learned something new with each essay topic we covered.  I also didn't anticipate enjoying writing a blog very much.  I thought it would be something that I would have immediately given up at the end of the semester.  However, I actually enjoyed keeping a blog a lot.  Writing has always seemed to be a pain for me so I usually avoided it as much as possible.  However, this class forced me to write more often which I actually really appreciate.  I found that as I wrote these blogs, it became easier and easier.  And I also found that I was able to be myself more with each blog that I wrote.  And due to this experience I have decided that I am going to do my best to continue to keep this blog going.  This is ultimately why I decided to name my blog "19 and Counting."  I am grateful for the opportunity I had to take this class and the principles I learned throughout this course.  I hope that I can apply them to my life on a daily basis.

For those of you out there who don't know me very well, I absolutely love watches, specifically Nixon watches like this one.  My friends think that I have a problem.  They call it a watch fetich, but I like to think of it as a collection, or an investment.  I don't have too many watch, probably about 6, however I definitely plan on getting more.  This is a picture of my dream watch.  It is called the Regent and it is worth about $1200.  The chances of me getting this anytime soon are about zero percent chance but I absolutely love it.

Things I'd like to do before my mission

I have 59 more days until I leave to Kennewick Washington so I'm making a list of the top five the things I would loved to right before.  Im trying to make the most of my last few weeks with my family and friends.  This list isn't in any specific order.

1. Hike Machu Picchu with my Dad
2.Go to the beach at least 3 times a week, if not more
3. Built a bond fire on the beach with all my close friends and family
4. Have my mom teach me how to cook so I don't starve on my mission
5. Take a fun day trip out to Catalina Island, just of the coast in Laguna Beach.

3 Nephi 11:14

One of my favorite scriptures in the Book of Mormon is 3rd Nephi 11:14 because it is completely centered on Christ.  In fact, it is Christ speaking.  Third Nephi Chapter eleven is by far the most important chapter in the Book of Mormon -- Christ Visits the Americas.  This verse is very powerful because it is Christ testifying that he is the Christ.  It states, "Arise and come forth unto me, that ye may thrust your hands into my side, and also that ye may feel the prints of the nails in my hands and in my feet, that ye may know that I am the God of Israel, and the God of the Whole earth, and have been slain for the sins of the World."  I can't but help be moved by the power in which he testifies that he is the Christ.  He alludes to the atonement that he preformed to for every individual.  Through our faith in Christ we can be cleansed and eventually return to our Father in Heaven.  This verse makes me want to be the very best person I possibly can so that I don't contribute to the pain Christ suffered through the atonement.  This is such a great scripture and I am so happy I was able to share it with you guys!

Home

I can't wait to go to the beach when I get home.  I am so sick of the snow.  

Fam at Conference

What's better than being edified by prophets and enjoying the company of your family at Conference?

A Glimse at Freedom: Final Draft

Christian Davis

Sister Steadman

Writing 150

March 29, 2012

A Glimpse of Freedom

“Boom, Boom, Boom!”   

“I Got it Mom!” I exclaimed.  It could only be one thing.  I had been waiting for this moment for months.   I leapt to the navy blue oversized door, unlocked it, and swung it open.  

“Are you ready?” Greg exclaimed with excitement in his voice.

“Heck yes!” I yelled. “Let me grab my bags, I’ll be out in a moment.”  I could nearly feel it.  It was unbelievable.  It was impossible.  Yet, it was very real.   It was the one thing I had been longing for my entire life, and it was finally here: Freedom.  

“Bye Mom! Bye Dad!” I screamed across the house as my voice echoed through the halls.  “I love you guys, I’ll see you in just a few day.”  This was it.  It didn’t need to be said.  It was just implied.  It was a test.  I stuffed my dark grey oddly-shaped bags in the trunk of silver mini van parked diagonally across the tan cobblestone driveway.  It was a beautiful bright summer day.  There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky.  It smelt fresh; it felt new.

“Am I the last stop?” I asked.

“Yes Sir,” Greg exclaimed, “Let’s hit the road!”  We just weren’t excited, we were more than thrilled.  We had every detail planned to a tee, including the name of our trip.  We referred to it as Man-cation or Extrava-man-ganza.  All six of my very best friends were here.  It was our last hurrah before college split us up.  We were determined to have the time of our lives.  

Noticing that I hadn’t eaten all day I screamed at Greg over noise of the car, “What’s for dinner?”  

Immediately everybody answered, “Hula Burgers!”  This was my first test.  These just weren’t any ordinary burgers, they were legendary.  Each patty was carefully hand crafted and marinated in just the perfect amount of teriyaki sauce.  Each pineapple was precisely sliced in just the perfect shape.  Each bun was slowly grilled in just perfect amount of time.  And of course, it was my Dad’s secret recipe.  I was determined to make the best burgers I possibly could.  I didn’t need my Dad’s help.  This was finally my task.

  “Woot, woot, hurrah!”  we screamed as we pulled into the circular unloading zone directly in front of our hotel.  We had finally made it to Palm Spring.  We grabbed our bags and immediately headed for the hotel room.  

“Swoosh!”  

“Wow, this hotel room is incredible!” Greg exclaimed as he opened up the door.  I quickly scanned the room, but my attention was immediately drawn to the kitchen where I had the chance to prove myself.  It wasn’t a large kitchen, probably the size of a medium dinner table shoved into the lower right hand corner of the room.  The stainless steel sink was on the left and the stove was on the right.  It wasn’t the ideal place to make burgers, but it had to do.

“Where’s the supplies?” I asked.

“Underneath the table, in the blue cooler,” Greg responded.  Greg unpacked his Coleman grill and together we lit the flames and waited for the grill to heat up.  

“Here’s the first one!” he said as he handed me the patty. Twenty minutes past by and the patty was still completely raw, without a single sign of improvement.

“What do you think we should do, Christian?” Greg asked.

“I have no idea,” I responded.

“Let’s move inside,” Greg hesitated. “We’ll grab the grill top and throw them on the stove instead.  That should do it.”  I had failed the first time.  This was my last shot to prove myself.  I slowly started to cook the burgers with the utmost care, hoping make outstanding burgers.  

“Beep, Beep, Beep!” I turned around, looked past the table, and scanned the room for Greg, but but all I could see was a a thick layer of gray smoke.  

“Holy cow! Grab the towels, we need to shut off this smoke detector alarm before the fire department comes!” Greg yelled worriedly.  I quickly grabbed a yellow pool towel and began swinging it with all my might at the smoke detector.  

“Quick, call the hotel!” I yelled.  It didn’t need to be said.  It was just known.  I had failed.  I instantly began longing for my Father’s burgers and my Mother’s maternal care.  I was hungary and helpless.  I didn’t want to say it, but I needed my parents help.  This was a problem only they could solve.