- Go back to work with GooseJumps for another season having a more leadership/administration role with specific hours. Awesome. This is a certainty option. The downside? Being home for ANOTHER summer.
- I am putting my name in for Presidential Ambassadors President next year. We don't vote until I don't know when. This is an unknown option.
- I am applying for a summer scholarship to go to South Korea for a month or so. Applications are due in the next week and a half. Another unknown option.
- At the recent career fair I left my resume with this company and I am going to interview with them hopefully soon.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Options
So life has been crazy lately. Not only am I dealing with the regular school pressure I am dealing with the pressure of decision making. You see, I have so many options ahead of me this summer.
Monday, December 17, 2012
To an all-star
My SUU time has been a crazy one. and this semester has been a bitter sweet one. One of my mentors, confidants, and idols is graduating. Her name? Sydnie Juniper Landeen. Since I became a Sociology Major last Spring we have had 5 classes together. Some of the quirks about this lovely lady I am going to miss: (I got some pictures from Bailey Bowthorpe, her sister Jaclyn, and Weston and Shelby helped me add to the list)
This is for you Sydnie Juniper Landeen. Thank you for telling me to let Paula Perry become my best friend, you were dead on with that. Thank you for everything you have taught me. Thank you for being my friend. I promise I will write you at least 9 letters while you are in Canada. (I can't count the MTC cuz that is kinda like cheating). Thanks you for always being there for me when things got rough, or I just had no idea what to do. Au Revior my friend. I will always remember you. And we had better stay in touch since you are in A.F. and I am in Lindon. SUU would not have been the same without you, and I know it will miss you too.
Love,
Shaun.
- The first interesting fact she told me about herself is that she sneezes in the shower
- We have taken 5 classes together in two semesters. She knows me as well as I know myself
- She is my "mom" of PA's. She even gives me that look when I slip an occasion swear. She was the President of PA's when I came in. BUT more importantly is that she is my friend.
- She rocked an awesome pair of Frog headphones last year. I was jealous.
- She talks in her sleep.
- She loves James Taylor.
- And Neil Diamond.
- And The Carpenters.
- And a more recent obsession with Celine Dion.
- She is going to Montreal Canada for 18 months speaking French to those French speaking Canadians over there.
- She buzzed her hair in high school for a fundraiser. How legit is that?
- She always sends a legit Christmas card
- She LOVES grandparent culture.
- She had some senioritis (but who doesn't their last semester at school)
- She loves French
- and French Fries
- and French Bread.
- and French Toast.
- French kiss???
- She loves Galoshes.
- One of her favorite foods is a BLT (Bacon Lettuce and Tomato sandwich)
- She has an amazing collection of scarfs
- And Christmas sweaters.
- She also sneezes when she blows her nose
- She loves to cook and bake
- She puts butter on her peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
- and that PB&J sandwich is pretty delish.
- She was outraged that Bread and Soup Nite raised prices by a dollar. (that is a 100% increase folks)
- When we carved a pumpkin Mid-October, thinking it would last til Halloween. It didn't.
- She always wears matching socks. Whether it be Frogs, Santa Claus, or fuzzy.
- Her "Muppet" voice. And me trying to replicate it while studying for a test.
- She got addicted to Essential Oils (that was because of me)
- Her shoes come off frequently during the day. It is hard to write papers or pay attention when your feet hurt.
- She started back up dancing at Christmas Karaoke night. Needless to say it was a hit.
- Ever since I "liked" something from fab.com on her Facebook profile, I have had non-stop ads about mens underwear. non. stop.
- Her driving snack when we went north was Pringles. Go figure.
- When Amie, Natalie, myself, and Syd would try and study for a Deviance test for Ostrowsky.
- Owstrowsky's beard.
- Experiencing the story of Old Main on Halloween.
- She rocks a fanny pack.
- Her making me a heart shaped pancake at the fall PA retreat.
- Twice.
- Her straw farting. Classic.
- she plays the harmonica
- When she played the Watermelon at the PA Fall Retreat with Scott.
- She makes awesome posters for pageants.
- She is known for putting people's faces on a Popsicle stick. AKA crafty.
- I will remember the conversation we had when I told her my Grandma had died, and she shared her own dealing with death. She became my hero that day.
Love,
Shaun.
Friday, December 7, 2012
History, little bit of sentiment
"If you do not remember your past you are doomed to repeat it"
I find this saying very fitting today. As today is the anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor and the entrance into WWII. I find this a very sentimental day. My oldest uncle on my Dad's side was blessed on this day. My grandpa was not a member of the LDS faith, so I can only imagine the struggle in their home. My Grandpa Wright served in WWII. I don't have a copy of the letters with me at school that he wrote my to my Grandma while he was across the world. I just know that he had some very close calls, and was definitely injured.
This may be why I have such a deep appreciation to those in the military. They go up and leave on their assignments, leaving their families and loved ones behind. So, here is to all of the armed forces out there, protecting our interests at home and abroad. Know there are people here that are supportive of you. Be safe, and may your Holidays be bright.
I find this saying very fitting today. As today is the anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor and the entrance into WWII. I find this a very sentimental day. My oldest uncle on my Dad's side was blessed on this day. My grandpa was not a member of the LDS faith, so I can only imagine the struggle in their home. My Grandpa Wright served in WWII. I don't have a copy of the letters with me at school that he wrote my to my Grandma while he was across the world. I just know that he had some very close calls, and was definitely injured.
This may be why I have such a deep appreciation to those in the military. They go up and leave on their assignments, leaving their families and loved ones behind. So, here is to all of the armed forces out there, protecting our interests at home and abroad. Know there are people here that are supportive of you. Be safe, and may your Holidays be bright.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
4 Years, The experience
Warning - Long post, no pictures.
It is crazy what happens in 4 years. On this day, 4 years ago my life literally changed. I was on my LDS mission in Napa California. It was one of our prep days to get stuff ready for the week. My companion and my self spent a lot of time with the spanish missionaries in the area. We had heard about a rope swing that looked out over the entire valley. The view was spectacular. Vineyards with changing colors, fog slowly rolling out, a sense of peace over the entire area. It was awesome.
Now I am a bit of a scardy pants, so I only went on the swing a couple times. After everyone had finished playing on the swing I decided to go on a couple times before we left. The famous last words "One more time", and it really was my last time. As soon as my feet left the ground, the rope went tight and *SNAP*. The next thing I remember, I am gasping for air as my companion and the spanish missionaries run down to me yelling "Don't move!!" I had fallen about 12 feet, while doing a backflip in the air and landing on my upper back/neck bouncing and landing in some mud face down. I laid there in the mud for a long time, as we discussed our options. I knew something wasn't right inside and that we needed to head to the hospital. After some struggle we were able to get me on my back, and then sit up. Meanwhile, everything was going hazy, and had a white haze around everything I was looking at. Before we started our journey, I received a blessing with a lot of strength and power. (I won't share what was actually said because it was extremely personal). We then started our mile hike back to the car.
With taking a lot of medical classes I learned that we did the stupidest thing possible, move someone after an accident. Luckily it was a bit of a chilly morning, so the cold helped numb the pain I was feeling. I had my arms around two of the missionaries while another scouted ahead for the quickest/less steep way back. After slipping a couple times and catching myself on the other two missionaries we finally made it back to the car. On the car ride there my body started to warm up, and with it I felt searing pain all the way up my body/back.
Upon arrival at the hospital, they put me in a wheel chair, gave me a neck brace, and rushed some MRI's and x-rays. I kept getting colder and colder even though the nurses were putting more and more hot blankets on me. I knew then that something was wrong, but I didn't know what. The results of the x-ray said there was no broken bones. Thank you Jesus! My passing out relaxed my muscles so my bones could do their actual job. The MRI came back with less than happy results. I had ruptured my spleen.
Now side story. In my family half of us do not have our spleen's. Now you may ask "well what does a spleen do?" Well I will tell you. It helps filter your blood, and stores different anti-bodies for common colds and what not. So now I can get sick pretty quickly so I take vitamin C pills every day.
So a ruptured spleen. They told me that in order to get everything they were going to have to do an "emergency exploratory splenectomy", code for "cut you open like a fish and clean you out". At this point I was starting to freak out. Surgery. Alone. In California. Eff. I signed the paperwork approving the surgery, and miraculously the operating room had a surgery end a lot sooner than expected, so they were just cleaning it up and going to wheel me in soon. My companion, the spanish missionaries and the bishop of the ward I was in came to the hospital to give me another blessing before I went in for surgery. This blessing promised a quick recovery along with some other things as well. It was a major comfort to me. The last thing I remember before going in for surgery is someone shaving my stomach and using tape to get all the hair off so it wouldn't go into my body.
Flash forward a couple hours, I am coming out of surgery, groggy and in a ton of pain. I make a phone call to my parents telling them I am out of surgery, and recovering. I was cut open from my belly button to my sternum. 23 staples, and a whole lot of internal stitches to keep it closed. The next day, the surgeon came in to see how I was recovering and told me that from the time I fell, to the surgery I had lost 3.5 units of blood. That was a good portion of my blood, and the reason behind my foggy vision, headache and staying cold. They gave me 4 units of blood to bring me back to the level I am supposed to be at.
This started my weeklong visit to the hospital. Admitted on a Monday morning and released Friday afternoon. My mission president gave me permission to talk to my family, so my Dad would call in the morning, my mom in the evening and all of my siblings called as well throughout the week. I was actually lucky that my brother was living in Modesto California then and came up to see me. He came after the effects of the drugs had worn off so I was happy and able to talk clearly. I was actually able to hold my niece, and have some fun with their other two kids as they sat on my hospital bed with me.
That time in the hospital was when I truly came to know my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ the most. I spent a decent amount of time reading and studying, I had a lot of visits from ward members checking in on me, and a surprising outpouring of love from everyone.
On Friday, I was getting ready to be discharged and I was put on a conference call with my Dad, Mission President, and two doctors from Salt Lake and we discussed my mission plans, and whether or not to stay for recovery or go home for recovery. The doctors were stressing that I go home to recover, but since my family has so many with out spleens it is nothing new to my family. We were able to convince them to let me stay, and I did so by recovering within 1 week. That was all it took to return to normal. I spent Saturday sleeping and munching on crackers. Sunday I went to church and we played some games with some members, Monday was p-day so I slept all day, Tuesday was a zone conference so that took all day, wednesday was a couple appointments and then recovering, Thursday was an interview with my surgeon and he took out my staples and gave me the go a head to return to life as normal just don't over do it, friday was the first day of almost full missionary work. 1 week, everyone was calling me Wolverine since I healed so quickly, and with little effects. Every now and then my back gets super tight and sore or a migraine but that is all.
So that is my spleen story. It happened 4 years ago, but every day I see the scar on my stomach and am reminded at how fragile life actually can be. This has completely changed my perspective on life since then. Have fun, enjoy the little things but still do your required work.
It is crazy what happens in 4 years. On this day, 4 years ago my life literally changed. I was on my LDS mission in Napa California. It was one of our prep days to get stuff ready for the week. My companion and my self spent a lot of time with the spanish missionaries in the area. We had heard about a rope swing that looked out over the entire valley. The view was spectacular. Vineyards with changing colors, fog slowly rolling out, a sense of peace over the entire area. It was awesome.
Now I am a bit of a scardy pants, so I only went on the swing a couple times. After everyone had finished playing on the swing I decided to go on a couple times before we left. The famous last words "One more time", and it really was my last time. As soon as my feet left the ground, the rope went tight and *SNAP*. The next thing I remember, I am gasping for air as my companion and the spanish missionaries run down to me yelling "Don't move!!" I had fallen about 12 feet, while doing a backflip in the air and landing on my upper back/neck bouncing and landing in some mud face down. I laid there in the mud for a long time, as we discussed our options. I knew something wasn't right inside and that we needed to head to the hospital. After some struggle we were able to get me on my back, and then sit up. Meanwhile, everything was going hazy, and had a white haze around everything I was looking at. Before we started our journey, I received a blessing with a lot of strength and power. (I won't share what was actually said because it was extremely personal). We then started our mile hike back to the car.
With taking a lot of medical classes I learned that we did the stupidest thing possible, move someone after an accident. Luckily it was a bit of a chilly morning, so the cold helped numb the pain I was feeling. I had my arms around two of the missionaries while another scouted ahead for the quickest/less steep way back. After slipping a couple times and catching myself on the other two missionaries we finally made it back to the car. On the car ride there my body started to warm up, and with it I felt searing pain all the way up my body/back.
Upon arrival at the hospital, they put me in a wheel chair, gave me a neck brace, and rushed some MRI's and x-rays. I kept getting colder and colder even though the nurses were putting more and more hot blankets on me. I knew then that something was wrong, but I didn't know what. The results of the x-ray said there was no broken bones. Thank you Jesus! My passing out relaxed my muscles so my bones could do their actual job. The MRI came back with less than happy results. I had ruptured my spleen.
Now side story. In my family half of us do not have our spleen's. Now you may ask "well what does a spleen do?" Well I will tell you. It helps filter your blood, and stores different anti-bodies for common colds and what not. So now I can get sick pretty quickly so I take vitamin C pills every day.
So a ruptured spleen. They told me that in order to get everything they were going to have to do an "emergency exploratory splenectomy", code for "cut you open like a fish and clean you out". At this point I was starting to freak out. Surgery. Alone. In California. Eff. I signed the paperwork approving the surgery, and miraculously the operating room had a surgery end a lot sooner than expected, so they were just cleaning it up and going to wheel me in soon. My companion, the spanish missionaries and the bishop of the ward I was in came to the hospital to give me another blessing before I went in for surgery. This blessing promised a quick recovery along with some other things as well. It was a major comfort to me. The last thing I remember before going in for surgery is someone shaving my stomach and using tape to get all the hair off so it wouldn't go into my body.
Flash forward a couple hours, I am coming out of surgery, groggy and in a ton of pain. I make a phone call to my parents telling them I am out of surgery, and recovering. I was cut open from my belly button to my sternum. 23 staples, and a whole lot of internal stitches to keep it closed. The next day, the surgeon came in to see how I was recovering and told me that from the time I fell, to the surgery I had lost 3.5 units of blood. That was a good portion of my blood, and the reason behind my foggy vision, headache and staying cold. They gave me 4 units of blood to bring me back to the level I am supposed to be at.
This started my weeklong visit to the hospital. Admitted on a Monday morning and released Friday afternoon. My mission president gave me permission to talk to my family, so my Dad would call in the morning, my mom in the evening and all of my siblings called as well throughout the week. I was actually lucky that my brother was living in Modesto California then and came up to see me. He came after the effects of the drugs had worn off so I was happy and able to talk clearly. I was actually able to hold my niece, and have some fun with their other two kids as they sat on my hospital bed with me.
That time in the hospital was when I truly came to know my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ the most. I spent a decent amount of time reading and studying, I had a lot of visits from ward members checking in on me, and a surprising outpouring of love from everyone.
On Friday, I was getting ready to be discharged and I was put on a conference call with my Dad, Mission President, and two doctors from Salt Lake and we discussed my mission plans, and whether or not to stay for recovery or go home for recovery. The doctors were stressing that I go home to recover, but since my family has so many with out spleens it is nothing new to my family. We were able to convince them to let me stay, and I did so by recovering within 1 week. That was all it took to return to normal. I spent Saturday sleeping and munching on crackers. Sunday I went to church and we played some games with some members, Monday was p-day so I slept all day, Tuesday was a zone conference so that took all day, wednesday was a couple appointments and then recovering, Thursday was an interview with my surgeon and he took out my staples and gave me the go a head to return to life as normal just don't over do it, friday was the first day of almost full missionary work. 1 week, everyone was calling me Wolverine since I healed so quickly, and with little effects. Every now and then my back gets super tight and sore or a migraine but that is all.
So that is my spleen story. It happened 4 years ago, but every day I see the scar on my stomach and am reminded at how fragile life actually can be. This has completely changed my perspective on life since then. Have fun, enjoy the little things but still do your required work.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
A little bit of honesty
Ok. So this year I became aware of the SUU homepage displaying student pictures. Ever since I saw this, I wanted to get on the homepage. It was a part of my own bucket list. Being at the home game this last week I was standing by one of my friends, Tyler Mills. This is his last semester down here and he was telling about different things he wants to accomplish this semester. One was being on the homepage, so we had this picture taken and I submitted it.
We won the game against the number 1 seeded team in our conference, Eastern Washington University. It was the perfect meaning of rooting for the home team the whole game. It was going back and forth. Needless to say, I am happy to be a T-bird!
Friday, September 28, 2012
Fall semester 2012
Ok, So after spending my summer working hard I was glad to head back down to Cedar City. Being on the Executive Council of Ambassadors required me to come down a day earlier and we basically hung out with some great people. The retreat consisted mostly of tour training since we had a lot of new ambassadors that had not given a tour to people. We did a lot of it on campus so they could get a feel for what was going on and how to make it even better. We spent the next two days up at SUU's cabin basically getting away from the world. No internet, cell phone service. Just each other and our voices. It was so fun.
On the last day of the retreat we got whomever was left at the cabin to release balloons. On these balloons each person wrote their personal goals. As we let them go, 70 balloons floated in the sky showing how we are not alone in this! It was awesome.
I then moved into my apartment. Spending 3 days living out of the bed of a truck in the rain is not my idea of fun. I literally moved everything into my bedroom. I had a pathway to my bed where i crashed for 5 hours. So long. So intense. It was really great to get some rest. Oi vay.
With the start of a new semester it means new classes. With majoring in Sociology I am taking the only two required classes to get the degree. Social Theory and Research Methods and Statistics. Let me just tell you how I feel about those in 2 words. WOOF, and AWESOME. It is a lot of work. Reading about a lot of theorists is hard. I have to re read paragraphs 2 sometimes 4 times to understand it. Research Methods is reading about how to do research. Woof. Long and horrible. But the teachers understand it is difficult to read, so they make it easier. Theory we just have a 2 page paper on each theorist. Methods we are just doing a proposal for a project. I will take that to the bank and cash it any day!
Being the Task Force Coordinator in ambassadors this year has been interesting. I sometimes feel like I do nothing. I don't work in the Welcome Center with the rest of the EC, I am just there. So I try and find things to do to be busy. Well, that is a quick run-down of what I am doing this semester. I was talking with one of my friends earlier today and I did not realize how intense my week is. Weekend manager, homecoming, ambassador reunion, papers to write. It is going to make me crazy before the end of the semester if I am not there yet! Till next time, adieu.
On the last day of the retreat we got whomever was left at the cabin to release balloons. On these balloons each person wrote their personal goals. As we let them go, 70 balloons floated in the sky showing how we are not alone in this! It was awesome.
I then moved into my apartment. Spending 3 days living out of the bed of a truck in the rain is not my idea of fun. I literally moved everything into my bedroom. I had a pathway to my bed where i crashed for 5 hours. So long. So intense. It was really great to get some rest. Oi vay.
With the start of a new semester it means new classes. With majoring in Sociology I am taking the only two required classes to get the degree. Social Theory and Research Methods and Statistics. Let me just tell you how I feel about those in 2 words. WOOF, and AWESOME. It is a lot of work. Reading about a lot of theorists is hard. I have to re read paragraphs 2 sometimes 4 times to understand it. Research Methods is reading about how to do research. Woof. Long and horrible. But the teachers understand it is difficult to read, so they make it easier. Theory we just have a 2 page paper on each theorist. Methods we are just doing a proposal for a project. I will take that to the bank and cash it any day!
Being the Task Force Coordinator in ambassadors this year has been interesting. I sometimes feel like I do nothing. I don't work in the Welcome Center with the rest of the EC, I am just there. So I try and find things to do to be busy. Well, that is a quick run-down of what I am doing this semester. I was talking with one of my friends earlier today and I did not realize how intense my week is. Weekend manager, homecoming, ambassador reunion, papers to write. It is going to make me crazy before the end of the semester if I am not there yet! Till next time, adieu.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Summer wrap up.
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| Me, Justin, and Ericka |
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| Shaylee Parry |
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| Paula Parry |
I was also able to take a week off from work and just relax with my family. My whole family. It was really great. I did not get any pictures with my camera, but my siblings did. Playing games, eating, golf, eating, swimming, eating, and boating. One thing is for sure when the Wright's get together there is never a shortage of food.
School started this week, and I will write about that in a little while. No worries, you all can be updated on my life :)
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