Thursday, March 26, 2009

Inner Workings Of The Stanford Sophomore Mind Part 2


Yea, I know that I am nothing; as to my strength I am weak; therefore I will not boast of myself, but I will boast of my God, for in his strength I can do all things; yea, behold, many mighty miracles we have wrought in this land, for which we will praise his name forever. (Alma 26:12)

Jess. Every week affects my life, but some weeks linger in my memory longer than others. These past two weeks will linger. I believe in small miracles in a stronger sense then ever before. I have been the direct recipient of more than mere consequences.

Tuesday I had an assignment due later that day that I had not yet completed. Because of my weaknesses, I had left myself little time. I made a list of what I needed to get for this project: posters and sharpies. I went to work to fulfill my time commitment and found to my astonishment both posters, sharpies, and a cafeteria tray. My project idea was for a cafeteria tray and that tray appeared.

Thursday I had two finals one in the morning and one in the evening. Twenty minutes before the exam I decided to print out old final exam solutions to have as an equation sheet. I got to the exam to find out that the professor had repeated a question and that I had the answer for one fourth of the exam. Later on in the exam I realized I had not printed what I had initially wanted. I had printed out old midterms not old finals.

Friday I awoke at eight o clock when my airport shuttle left at 7:30. Floored I didn't know what to do, besides call my father. I ran to the next shuttle in the hope there would be a seat available. I knew that even if I made this next shuttle I would only have very little time to get on the plane. After sitting on the shuttle that I only had a ticket for a hour before, I arrived at the airport fifteen minutes before schedule. I ran to security to find that security was waiting for me. They escorted me to a line where there was not one person a head of me in line. I arrived at my gate one half hour before departure time. Then the plane arrived 20 minutes late.

These are small thoughts, on a worldly scale insignificant, on a personal level most significant. Spiritual experiences are personal. Temporally, I definitely packed light. I might not be able to keep the lack of clothes a personal experience.

Jess, I have thought so much about what to write to you, and I believe this is the most appropriate.

To my Stanford Soph I would say: Definitely most appropriate!

1 comment:

Deborah said...

I love the Lord's Tender Mercies. They remind me how much I am loved, even though I am "nothing."