I decided I had to recap this week for two reasons. I have found my self needing to think through the enormous amount of stuff that I have done, and am about to do throughout this week. Also, I want never to forget this lovely zenith of my work. Generally I do not post my personal rantings, unless for a purpose, so this revelation’s purpose is inspiration for my future. For those who read this, prepare for a disjointed and incohesive unfolding of my week.

In the past two weeks (largely and amazingly unbenownst to me) my activities and hobbies have been culminating, preparing to reveal the fruits of my labor to me on this one exemplary week. This is a wondrous occurance masking a laboriously busy week. To begin, if I may, recap to you some of the ingredients in my high school experience’s capstone.

Months ago I, along with Shelly and Zach, qualified to compete in state for FFA’s Agricultural Sales competition. This contest is Mr. Stone’s “baby” and needless to say we were all jubilant in the fact that we had reached that first goal. We now had a month to prepare for state competition, and our goal was firmly planted in attended National FFA Convention that coming year; We must take first of second at state.

After we qualified in Sales Shelly, Emily, and I got fourth in the district entomology contest that next week. We had just qualified for state in another contest. Joy was in our breath as we told Mr. Stone; We had attempted to compete at state entomology the last year, failing only because of a stupid mistake of mine, costing us eight points. Mr. Stone response was a bit worry some, for he feared we would forsake sales to compete in bugs. After a bit of checking his apprehension was laid to rest in that bugs was on Thursday of Convention and sales was Friday.

In FBLA I had also qualified for state in Networking Concepts and Network Design along with Bradley. I would have taken another state competition, but was tricked out of it by a last minute schedule change.

Surprisingly, my friends were able to convince me to try out for the musical. Not being a public speaker, my nerves were ous, that faded though, as practices began and the boisterous cast raised my spirits. I had applied for a supporting role, but somehow came up with a lead (not to mention two speeches, a solo, and a dance). I was Prez in “The Pajama Game”.

While all this was occurring, track was steadily underway. I was doing average, as I always do in sports; Keeping in shape was my main priority with sports, aside from readying my competition with Bryan.

As you can imagine, those activities kept me decently busy. What I failed to realize was how busy I could actually become, and the large amount of life I had bitten off and was currently chewing. These things, rolling full force into the week I am currently weeking, in addition to the other things cropping up this week have deposited me in a very rare situation. I currently have an endless supply of things to do, but enough time to step though them one day at a time. What this means for me I will share after I recap the beginning of my week in one jumbled up little paragraph.

I entered this week off a busy previous one and a partly relaxing weekend. I find I have twelve scholarships due, history terms and essays to write, a history test, a calculus quiz, track meets, physics labs, senior shirts to produce, ultimate Frisbee tournaments, church planning meetings, and copious other things to do. Under-toning all this are the events coming together from last week State FFA, FBLA, track, and play practice takes it up a notch going until ten each night. My life can be seen in the following diagram:

Miraculously there were very few conflicts during the majorly important things.

All of that on my platter and one little NathanielGuy to do it all. It is currently Tuesday evening, and in the act of writing this I have postponed studying for a test, homework, and sleep. Where the extra effort required for me to do something akin to writing an amazingly long article, even I do not know. I have discovered some things though, and one of the greatest is that I am enjoying this. I could go on a tangent of how everyone today (and the Buddhist faith) is striving to be in perfect comfort, looking for happiness there; What this week has shown me is that happiness is not there, for me at least. I have found my happiness stems from strife, work, and determination. I have more energy an motivation when I am sleep-deprived and stretched thin than ever have I had with hours at my disposal. Elation is my feeling at this point, in the middle of the week, and I have not even received a reward for my work. What this means to me, I shall leave to explore another night. The obvious lessons are here to read, and I am left wondering about the identity of my next endeavor, excited for the opportunity.