Have I mentioned I love love Love LovE LoVE LOVE Rexburg! And I feel your LOVE Rexburg! right back to me, oh yes I do. My life couldn't be any better.
So this morning I arose from my bright orange hammock hanging in exctasy between to white poles on the pleasant edge of the cottonwood courtyard, had a good scripture read, and headed off to the library at about 0745hrs after a good four hours of sleep to write 1,500 words, and edit 3,000 more before 1200hrs. In the library I proceed to write a good 1,500 scholary words. They flow out of my arms and onto the computer screen nearly free of air. They navigate the waters of definition of such complex terms as Justice and Freedom and cheerios, and proceed forth in such perfection that three hours later when all is written, I notice to my amazement that they need little editing, nearly none above a few typos. To my pleased amazement I format and turn in the paper. I edit the 3,000. I turn them in. Never in my life have I been able to write such a well-founded piece with no need for editing. I live to edit. Usually I edit my papers up to 5 or six times. Thats the way I write them. But not this one. I consider it a miracle from on high.
Especially considering that my predicament was not a result of procrastination only. The Saturday previous sickness had sit in. Sunday morning afternoon many bizarre dream hallucinations, body pains, nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea, I attend the 3 hours of church and return to my bed. I wasn't feeling well to say the least. No jam was held. That's saying alot. For the first time in about six months. I'm out cold from sunday to wednesday, at which point I think about getting better. About thursday I'm better. Friday I'm good. My teachers extended my finals till this morning for me. Thank you BYU-Idaho.
So, just in closing to this rather unusual rant (there many for things I could rant about which are causing me extreme joy), I'd like to say- I Love Rexburg.
So this morning I arose from my bright orange hammock hanging in exctasy between to white poles on the pleasant edge of the cottonwood courtyard, had a good scripture read, and headed off to the library at about 0745hrs after a good four hours of sleep to write 1,500 words, and edit 3,000 more before 1200hrs. In the library I proceed to write a good 1,500 scholary words. They flow out of my arms and onto the computer screen nearly free of air. They navigate the waters of definition of such complex terms as Justice and Freedom and cheerios, and proceed forth in such perfection that three hours later when all is written, I notice to my amazement that they need little editing, nearly none above a few typos. To my pleased amazement I format and turn in the paper. I edit the 3,000. I turn them in. Never in my life have I been able to write such a well-founded piece with no need for editing. I live to edit. Usually I edit my papers up to 5 or six times. Thats the way I write them. But not this one. I consider it a miracle from on high.
Especially considering that my predicament was not a result of procrastination only. The Saturday previous sickness had sit in. Sunday morning afternoon many bizarre dream hallucinations, body pains, nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea, I attend the 3 hours of church and return to my bed. I wasn't feeling well to say the least. No jam was held. That's saying alot. For the first time in about six months. I'm out cold from sunday to wednesday, at which point I think about getting better. About thursday I'm better. Friday I'm good. My teachers extended my finals till this morning for me. Thank you BYU-Idaho.
So, just in closing to this rather unusual rant (there many for things I could rant about which are causing me extreme joy), I'd like to say- I Love Rexburg.
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