What's the one thing about your younger life that you would like to reclaim? I used to be an unsinkable optimist. I thought the best about every situation and every person. Life has beaten too much reality into me, and my once shiny optimism has become a bit calloused.
What are you really good at? Musical expression--all music tells a story if you let it. I can be a really good listener when I don't have Gracie around distracting me. I like to think that I have a certain flare for literary analysis.
Before I die, I'd like too... See our children have the same opportunities that I've had. I really have had an amazing go of life, and know that I have been blessed with so many extraordinary experiences. They've all been things that I've wanted to do, and I would love for our children to be able to dream big and achieve big.
John, Paul, George, or Ringo? Paul to look at and listen to. Although Ringo actually composed some of my favorites.
Who was your favorite teacher and why? Dr. Valentine, retired BYU literature professor. I took a short stories class from him just before my mission. In his class I really learned to read literature as life and vice versa. And he taught me another important lesson. We had this group presentation at the end of the semester that was worth 1/3 of our grade. I really worked hard in his class because I loved it so much, and was the annoying nerd who sits in front and never tires of commenting. Well, my group was less than enthusiastic about our assignment. We split the presentation up into timed segments and everyone had their topic to which their comments would be limited. In our final meeting, each member briefly went over what he/she would present. I was to speak at the end, addressing the symbols of the story, and pulling every one's comments together. Apparently, the group thought what I had to say was pretty great, because when the actual presentation came around, disaster ensued. Not only did my group mates lift all my material, they also took up all the time. We were the last presentation of the last class period before the final. I had exactly 45 seconds before the bell rang to earn 30% of my grade. Flustered and hurt I took the podium and made two or three underwhelming comments. The bell rang, everyone bustled out of the classroom. I gathered my things and was fighting desperately not to cry. Dr. Valentine approached me and shook my hand. I started to speak, I didn't know what to say. He sagely took my hand and told me that he was familiar with my papers, my tests, my work, and my participation with my group. He told me not to worry about my score for the presentation or my grade in the class. He turned and left. Later, when I completed my final for his class, I tucked a tear-stained thank you card into my blue book. I learned so much from him.
I wish I could ignore... my constant craving for Apple Jacks. I guess there are worse things to crave, but I could seriously munch on this cereal (with ice cold soy milk, of course) all day long.
The big decision I'm currently wrestling with is... How to best help my husband with his big decision. We are currently faced with a lot of different opportunities for his next position at Honeywell. These other jobs are all over the country. There is a lot to consider, but Cori knows better what will be best for his career. I'm trying to be as helpful as possible.
What are you really good at? Musical expression--all music tells a story if you let it. I can be a really good listener when I don't have Gracie around distracting me. I like to think that I have a certain flare for literary analysis.
Before I die, I'd like too... See our children have the same opportunities that I've had. I really have had an amazing go of life, and know that I have been blessed with so many extraordinary experiences. They've all been things that I've wanted to do, and I would love for our children to be able to dream big and achieve big.
John, Paul, George, or Ringo? Paul to look at and listen to. Although Ringo actually composed some of my favorites.
Who was your favorite teacher and why? Dr. Valentine, retired BYU literature professor. I took a short stories class from him just before my mission. In his class I really learned to read literature as life and vice versa. And he taught me another important lesson. We had this group presentation at the end of the semester that was worth 1/3 of our grade. I really worked hard in his class because I loved it so much, and was the annoying nerd who sits in front and never tires of commenting. Well, my group was less than enthusiastic about our assignment. We split the presentation up into timed segments and everyone had their topic to which their comments would be limited. In our final meeting, each member briefly went over what he/she would present. I was to speak at the end, addressing the symbols of the story, and pulling every one's comments together. Apparently, the group thought what I had to say was pretty great, because when the actual presentation came around, disaster ensued. Not only did my group mates lift all my material, they also took up all the time. We were the last presentation of the last class period before the final. I had exactly 45 seconds before the bell rang to earn 30% of my grade. Flustered and hurt I took the podium and made two or three underwhelming comments. The bell rang, everyone bustled out of the classroom. I gathered my things and was fighting desperately not to cry. Dr. Valentine approached me and shook my hand. I started to speak, I didn't know what to say. He sagely took my hand and told me that he was familiar with my papers, my tests, my work, and my participation with my group. He told me not to worry about my score for the presentation or my grade in the class. He turned and left. Later, when I completed my final for his class, I tucked a tear-stained thank you card into my blue book. I learned so much from him.
I wish I could ignore... my constant craving for Apple Jacks. I guess there are worse things to crave, but I could seriously munch on this cereal (with ice cold soy milk, of course) all day long.
The big decision I'm currently wrestling with is... How to best help my husband with his big decision. We are currently faced with a lot of different opportunities for his next position at Honeywell. These other jobs are all over the country. There is a lot to consider, but Cori knows better what will be best for his career. I'm trying to be as helpful as possible.
The sea slug. There were hundreds of these guys.
The tide coming in... and the boys coming out.
