Monday, November 21, 2011

Trust/My Shortcomings

The topic of trust has come up quite frequently in the past couple of days for me, and I thought that I would share some thoughts, and ramble a little while I'm thinking about it, mostly to calm me down, and also to get my thoughts somewhere where I can organize them.

Trust: 1 firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone or something

Trust is such an abstract idea, that is hard to develop and use, I think. It's easy to believe someone, and it's easy to allow someone inside of certain areas of your life- but to develop a true bond of trust is so incredibly difficult, at least for me. To have a firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of another person has often required proof of purchase for me. I'm not willing to give trust freely to be injured by that decision moments, days, or weeks later. It's almost impossible, in a sense, to win my trust unless something has been done to show me that one deserves such things.

The problem here is that maybe I'm the only one. Maybe I truly am a skeptic. I'm a person that can't see anything good, and only imagines the worst-case scenario of any given event. If I am the only one that does this, then I understand how ridiculous I sound right now. But it feels like these walls that have been built up over time to protect me, aren't going to come down without purpose, and without reason.

And then, there is a basketball team. Our BYUH basketball team. And one of the key components of any team is trust. Without trust, there is no such thing as team. You have to have a firm belief in the reliability of the four guys on the floor with you, or you can't accomplish anything great. And so for all the years that I've hidden behind my walls, and protection, through which few have ever reached- I know I'm supposed to drop all that for my teammates, and it's been an extremely difficult task. Trust is so important, and I need to get to the point where I have the utmost faith in my teammates, and I allow them to do what they do, and stop trying to micromanage.

I've started to notice recently, and my mother has pointed out that I'm an angry person. That I carry a lot of anger around with me, and that it sometimes rubs off on those I care about.

I have my demons. Life has been a lot more difficult as I grow into this new phase of existence. I can't help but feel alone, and pained at the simplest of things sometimes. My anger boils over simple things, and sometimes, it feels like it consumes me, and I don't know what to do, or where to put it. Sometimes I feel so alone on these things, like nobody cares or understands- that I'm just a wretch with no hope, and there is nothing I can do about it; and then I feel isolated, because nobody really understands what I'm going through-

And then I realize that I don't take time to realize what everyone else is going through. I'm so absorbed and fixated with trying to figure out what to do about my crap, and so consumed with being angry about it, and trying to prove some God-forsaken point that I lose sight of what's important, and I piss off those around me, and frustrate those that care, and become unsure of what course I am on.

It's a vicious cycle that I've been living, and it literally is murdering me from the inside. What am I supposed to do? How do I fix all of these things that ail me. Thank God I'm not dealing with cancer, or with some other ailment that would inhibit my life in ways that I just hope never happen to anyone- but how do I fix this mess... this rut that I'm in? I don't know. I have tried to figure it out for years. I've read every article I could get my hands on. I've tried switching locale, trying to read and attempt, exercises, mind games- you name it. And still, I sit here, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do with all of these insane emotions that pour through me, and give me no rest.

This is my battle. And I feel so underprepared, and  small when it comes to it. I can dawn my sword, and stand before the army of countless numbers, and I still feel, at the end of the day, that I have accomplished absolutely nothing sometimes.

I don't know what the next step is. I'm scared. It's been this way for so long, and I don't know whether I am going to continue falling into this horrid black abyss, or if randomly this light bulb will turn on above my head, and I'll just gather all of my strength, and defeat it. I want so badly to feel like a person again, not a walking emotional basket case. I want Bracken back.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Central Washington Game Thoughts

There are days where you look at yourself in the mirror, and you look at the way you contributed to whatever happened that day, and you want to spit at yourself and walk away. That's how I felt after the BYU game. I felt like I played selfishly, and didn't use the tools our team had to function. Maybe I'm wrong, but playing the position today, I have to be the guy the moves the team. It's always felt that way- the energy that I bring to the floor is contagious- and sometimes, as in the BYU game, it can be a hazard.

However, tonight was a different story, and we looked like a different team. The ball was shared well. I feel like looking at the way we played, we have a chance to do a lot of special things. Regardless of that, we failed in a couple of areas which led us to a one point defeat by Central Washington.

First off, I feel like our defensive rotation was absolutely pathetic on baseline drives. We would let the guards get to the baseline, and then when the bigs would step to help, it seemed like their guards would shoot, but our guards didn't switch off to their bigs, and we gave up a ton of boards, and they scored plentifully on second chance points, and that hurts when you are trying to protect the lead.

Secondly, I feel like we made poor decisions on offense. There was pressure, really good pressure in fact. The pressure was very intense, but it wasn't something that couldn't be handled. And, when we had the tiniest bit of pressure applied, all of us, including myself, would press the panic button, and toss the ball into an abyss of the wrong team's hands... And it cost us the game ultimately.

Thirdly, I feel like we are gelling as a team. We seem to have learned a lot from the BYU game, and it was extremely visible on the floor tonight. We looked like an actual team. The game was fun, and exciting, and I couldn't have asked for a better atmosphere. However, I do wish the results were different.

I'm back to where I was last season, struggling to put the 3 ball down. I don't know where that comes from because I feel like I am a good three point shooter. I guess that comes from having the confidence to rain 3's when I need to, and I don't know where that confidence fell to. But playing inside out is becoming a strength for us and me, so we'll keep hitting that until my 3's decide they would like to drop.

So, I suppose I'll continue trying to learn, and trying to play better. Life goes on. Big game tomorrow, and we've got to go get this one. We can't afford any more losses this year.


Tuesday, November 15, 2011

BYU Loss and Other Things

Well. We lost tonight. It was a frustrating loss. Not because BYU isn't talented- because they are very talented. But because I don't feel that we as a team, or I as a player played to our potential. We came out of the gates with a 20-3 BYU run, and that just doesn't cut it when you play a team of that caliber. That's not how we operate either. I was baffled by how we came out in the first half. It was piss poor, and I think that in a lot of ways, I was to blame. I rushed shots, took a couple of bad shots, and then I failed to make necessary passes to other players at times that they were needed.

I shot 1/9 from the 3-point line, and that just is unacceptable a) because I shouldn't have kept shooting when it wasn't falling, and b) because I shoot better than that, and I shouldn't ever be less than 50%. Plus, overall I was 3/15 from the field, and that is only 50% from close range.. And I missed all 3 free throws. I'm just frustrated.

Anyways, I guess I learned a lot in this one. I feel like I understand a little bit better how performance needs to exist, and hopefully I will make the adjustments, and play well this Friday, Saturday, and following Monday.

That's it I guess. I don't know what else to say. Just wanted to vent frustration on the game. Offensively for me wasn't great. I did play fantastic D, though. Or I feel that I did, so at the very least, I have that to sleep to tonight.


Friday, November 4, 2011

Thursday, November 3, 2011

I Miss My Space Place

Anybody who knows me knows that I love the Christa McAuliffe Space Education Center with every fiber of my being. I have been here in Hawaii, and I have been loving it so very much. And then, something happens, where I get thinking about something from back home, and I instantly begin to feel like I am missing something in my life.

I've been at the center for something close to 10 years. It's always been my place to escape, to become something bigger than myself, to play, to work, to feel important. I don't know what it has such a way of doing that for me, but that is what the space center has done for me in my life. I remember when I was going through the hardest times in my life, that the space center was the place I wanted to be, because I never felt judged, I always felt welcome, and everyone there is so kind, and caring (for the most part). It literally is the greatest place on Earth.

So this is my ode to the space center. I long to have a mic in my hand, music and explosions in the background, the sound of phaser fire, and screaming children, and staff members telling me things I don't really care about. I miss the ability to be yelling at preciseness of video and tactical timing. I miss the ability to sit at Vic's desk, and talk about everything and the kitchen sink. I, Bracken Funk, miss the space center.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Hawaiian Time

It seems like posting has become fewer and further between. Not that I don't have something to say, but more that time seems to go elsewhere. They call it Hawaiian time out here- I think it's just me procrastinating.

I'm sitting here in the Hale 4 lounge on campus with Lejana Ligeralde. We've been dating for 4 weeks now. It's been a great 4 weeks. I think that she is an incredible girl, and I love every minute we spend together. I'm quite happy with the situation :) Life is good.

She's beautiful!

Anyways. Moving right along. Basketball is going well. We scrimmaged the University of Hawaii on Saturday, and that went very well. I learned a lot, and I think the team played very well together given it was our first game. Just this week of practice, and then we have another half week of it, and then we have our Asia Pacific tournament, which will be an incredibly entertaining series for us, right before we hit up BYU at their house. That game I am excited for, I played horrid there last year, and I hope to be able to redeem myself.

We have such a great team. I don't know how much luckier I could be. I am so excited to play with these guys, and have a fantastic season. This team has so much potential, and our team is so much fun to be around. With guys like Jake Dastrup, Junior Ale, Jet Chang, Brady Hurst, Pablo Coro, Christian Covey, Zach Ngawaka, Sequan Lawrence, Gary Satterwhite, and N'kosi Stewart, we are going to have a great season! It's going to be great! Great! GREAT!

If you have time, check out that link above, it's super funny if a) you are or have been in college, and b) you have played pokemon in your lifetime :)

Alright, that's all I have for the update. Hopefully I will get another couple of posts out this week :)

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Hawaii... Belated

Time flies when you live in paradise. And Laie is just that... Paradise. I can't think of a place I'd rather live. I decreed last week that I would never leave this place. It's incredible.

So here I am, sitting in my dorm room, writing a blog post for the first time in my three weeks here. There might be too much to cover, so the snapshot look at all of this is the beach is beautiful, the people are great, the school has creepy and weird rules that make almost no sense or have anything to do with anything, and I've been a little bit sick for the past couple of weeks.

Regardless, so many great things have happened since being out here. I have made some great friends in my roomies. Pablo Coro, Jasper Wieling, and B.J. Ford are the greatest! You, reader, should meet them sometimes, I'll try to give updates on their lives often too, so that you feel that you have. Pablo walks outside almost every morning, extends his hands, palms upwards and says "this is so nice" in his very Chilean accent. He's right. It is, it is quite nice.

Basketball is going great. The team cares about the team, and not just themselves- which is a refreshing change. This is what a team that wins feels like. When people are worried about each other, and not so much what they are going to have or do. Our team is stacked, and we are going to make a great run this year, I'm soo excited.

It's funny- the Hawaiian's know exactly how to handle the whole tourism thing- "come and give us your money, and then leave". That's what honolulu is. The North shore though! Man... I love it. There is just nothing more beautiful, or pleasant, or happy. It's what you see in the movies, the back woods of nowhere where it's just you, the few people around you, and nature.

That's all I've got for now. Just wanted an update. There have been tons of pictures added on facebook (friendface (lol)), so feel free to check those out :)


Wednesday, August 24, 2011

From the Dungeons Come Lurking

I find myself at work by myself a lot. Sometimes by choice, sometimes by happenstance. It's unusual to think about it, at times. I work at the space center. I work inside of a school at a district hot spot that is normally crowded with people. Last night, and for just a few minutes tonight, I found myself alone, walking the newly polished halls of central elementary alone, with nobody but my subconscious to entertain me.

I don't know how many of you have ever been to the space center, but I have been there for years. I have truly fallen in love with the place. It's so much fun to be able to explore the what if, and leave the real world behind for a time. I think of all the away missions I was a part of in the halls, and all the scary alien creatures that have ambushed me, and tried to take my life. It's funny, I walk the school and still think about those things, and admittedly, sometimes I even spook myself out a little bit.

Last night, after having spooked myself sufficiently, I walked out back to climb into my car, a little 2 door putter. As I walked out the door, I looked on the roof to see another, what appeared to be a human, person staring at me. I startled, and then clenched my fists, just in case. The boy instantly bounded from the roof, and sprinted across the school's field to get away. In a line-up, I couldn't pin the kid, but it sure spooked me a little bit. This isn't the first time I've been terrified at the Space Center, and I'm sure it won't be the last.

Today I went to the dentist. Speaking of dungeons- it doesn't matter how you dress up an office to look, the dentist's office is still a place of fear, melancholy, and hate. You walk in there to hear the screams of the disobedient children in the back who have just had their tongues cut out, and the cries of the parents who are being beaten for their lack of attendance. The dentist, who struts around like the honorable sheriff of Nottingham, has change jingling in his pockets, and all sorts of metal torture tools that truly weren't meant for your mouth- I mean they are hooks for Pete's sake.

As I arrived. I could see an old man in shackles walking towards his room. His room was open to my view so I could see inside. Something resembling a saw mill was on the other side of the room. I thought it best not to ask questions. It was definitely not worth having to have that used on any part of me. An old lady, with a wart on her nose, a hunched back, and wrinkles to the floor waved me towards my room, she handed me off to a lady who seemed nice enough, but I knew it was a facade. It was good cop, bad cop. I was already ready for the show. She treated me all sweet like as she took the x-rays. I sat there, still as I could as she frolicked about the room, throwing fairy dust, and joy around. I almost succumbed to her charade, but then, as she left, I saw the dentist himself.

The dentist stood at the door, reading a clipboard- I later learned that it wasn't my file on the clipboard, but a Victoria's Secret magazine. He stared at me, grunted, and then proceeded to grab a shepherds crook, and ram it into my mouth. He prowled around, looking for something to say about me, and how bad my teeth were, but had nothing. He couldn't force me to pay the fees for poor teeth like the old man in the saw room. I smirked a little, only to have the "sweet" lady remind me that if I acted like that the king may be notified. I would hate to be confined to the dungeon for all eternity, so I frowned, and sat still. The dentist decided that I was permissible and let me leave. I was relieved that I survived the experience.

So, now that I have escaped all things lurking from the dungeons, I hope to be able to avoid them tomorrow.


1) Jon Parker- Jon just makes life easier at work. He always is looking for ways to help, and takes care of me when things go awry. I truly appreciate him as a co-worker, and as one of my friends.
2) My dad took some time to play ping pong with me today even though he had a boat load of work to complete. He didn't know at the time, but my anxiety was incredibly high, and I was in desperate need of a distraction- it was a blessing to me.
3) My parents helped me out with a purchase I desperately needed today, and it really took a lot of stress and worry off of my back. I am very grateful for their continued support of me, and what I do.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Stargazing/Changing Time/Lunar Landings

I sat looking up at the stars with a friend the other night. We were talking. The stories were good, the company great, the location one of my favorites. I can't remember all the times I've sat on the hill at Central Elementary, and looked up at those stars, all at different times, and just breathed them in. This time, though, it seemed different. The stars seemed closer. The air seemed more perfect. The area was, for the most part, silent. There was a serenity there.

As I looked up, noting the several prominent constellations, and thinking to myself on life, I realized something that I never had realized in a particular light before. God really does love us. He really exists, and He really loves us. I know this because if he didn't, he wouldn't have spent the extra time to beautify the earth. He would have slapped it together, made it half-crapped, and thrown us here to deal with it. Instead, we have all sorts of wonders that fill our souls with pure excitement, and take our breath. That to me is an expression of love.

I remember in grade school all of the times I would work really hard on those Mother's Day gifts because I wanted my mom to know I loved her when I handed her that gift on that day. I feel the same thing when I see things like the night sky, or the sunrise, or the moon brilliantly guiding the night. God loves me.

For those of you that say there is no God. That Earth just happened to be, I am sorry for you. I am sorry that you can't see that God cares, and loves about each one of us, and wants us to live the way He's asked so that we can be in His presence again. If you can take a jigsaw puzzle, shake it around in it's box, and then open the box to find all of the pieces fitting together perfectly, then you may have a chance to prove to me that the way this world fits together was an accident- but you never will, and therefore, I declare and proclaim that God is Earth's maker, and He still beautifies her every day.

The last little while I've been attempting to change time zones. That involves me staying up a little later, and getting up later as well. I hope that it works to acclamate me to Hawaii time before I get there.

I am so excited to go play as a Seasider at BYU Hawaii. There are so many things that make my heart pound as I think about them. I look forward to meeting my teammates, playing with Jet Chang, learning to surf, taking a real institute class instead of one that has 4 people in it that boils down to opinion and not doctrine ;) (no offense intended, just not my style). I can't wait to feel the ocean breeze, smell the salt as it is carried inland. I can't wait to meet the people, learn the culture, have a chance at a fresh start again. I can't wait to get back into school, and do those things that come with it. I just cannot wait to get there. September 9th... The countdown begins.

Well, it's time for me to sleep. I've been up late enough I suppose. Can't wait for tomorrow to kick off- I have a nasty project sitting ahead of me. Wish me luck!



1) I had a really rough time at church yesterday, a full blown panic attack in the middle of church. Not only is such a thing totally embarrassing, but it's just hard to cope with. My mom really made an effort to make sure I was ok today, as did my dad. I really appreciate it! Today would have been much rougher without them.
2) I am finally catching up on sleep after a ridiculous decision to stay up all night on Tuesday rewiring the Voyager control room at work. The good news is, I am catching back up, and I'm feeling better!
3) Kristin Anderson gets a huge thanks from me! She really made a difference in a conversation that we had earlier, and it meant a lot to me. I'm really grateful for experiences of those who have blazed any trial or trail before me.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Hero Highlight #3- Quincy Lewis

When I was a little boy, I remember wanting to be just like my dad when I grew up. I wanted to play collegiate basketball, have big feet (I used to clump around in his shoes when he'd get home), have a family, work on the computer (because that's what cool people do), and build stuff.

When basketball became a focal point for me, I was a young, highly-energetic child that said dumb things constantly, and acted the fool. When I finally hit the ground running with hoops, I was in 7th grade, and then it was all uphill from there.

That's where I met Coach Quincy Lewis. Quincy is a guy that amazes me on so many levels. He's the type of person that after you've learned who he is, and where he's come from, you want to be just like him. He's a man of sincere integrity, who got knocked around a little, and because of that he became a leader, a powerful leader, who won't compromise values for any reason, and who stands up when things breach those boundaries.

I've learned so many great life lessons from Coach. He would always be sure to use basketball as a catalyst to help us become great people. I think a lot of people forget that basketball isn't going to be there forever. That athletics end at some point. He made sure that basketball was the tool, not the cause of everything, and then expected our best, and that's why we were 3-time state champs while I was playing under his direction.

Coach Lewis is one of my best friends, as well. When I came home from my mission, he was one of the first to visit me, first to talk to me, first to ask what he could do, first to help me through the road ahead. He constantly talked to me, made me feel like I was worth something to someone. He also made me feel like everything was fine. Helped me understand that life isn't about doing what everyone else wants you to do, it's about accomplishing what you can with what you've been given.

Through this whole school change process, he's been there throughout, giving me advice, help, and understanding at every corner. He was actively there, helping me to understand what the options would provide, and teaching me how to make a decision, and then he rode with me through every bump and corner.

I don't mean it to sound over-the-top, or anything like that, I just really appreciate everything that coach has done for me. I could go on about the support, love, and kindness he's shown over the years, but it's not needed. He's just an incredible guy.

There are very few people that I respect more than Quincy Lewis. He is my hero, and I am so glad that he has been such an incredible role model for me in my life.


Thursday, July 28, 2011

Leadership Camp Day 2

I sit here at the desk we've made for me in the gym of the space center amongst a ton of campers playing mafia. There is a lot of good story-telling going on in here, and a lot of people cheering as they kill each other. Almost comical.

Today has been fairly entertaining. A couple of stories that I thought deserved a mention.

1) We had a phone call from the bridge crew to main computer control. I answered the phone as a 40 year smoker. I whined about the captain interrupting my smoke break, and then told them that it wasn't my department anyway, and passed the phone to Megan, calling her the name of a moderately annoying human being as I passed the phone to her.
       Megan answered the phone like a scared deer, her character had no idea what was going on. Then she said she was passing off to bob, and Bob (Matt R.). Matt had no idea what was going on, but was supposed to be the character that knew what was happening in computer control. When we finally rebooted the computer (which came as a surprise to Bob), Matt pulls his hand back in 'gangsta' fashion, and yells, "we done did it yo" as I fell out of the chair laughing. Yes, you probably had to be there, but it was the greatest thing ever.

2) Jon Parker went off of the diving board with me at the pool with the campers tonight. When he went off of the diving board with me, he slipped while running to his jump, and fell right into a belly flop. But the best part of that whole ordeal was that Jon's face as he fell to the water had a look of absolute alarm, horror, and fear. His eyes wide, his mouth open, and the crashing sound of a flop. It was hilarious.

Connor today wearing his pakled costume was wonderful. If I can find a picture, I will post it for you, but he had sparkly clothing all over, and all sorts of chocolate smeared across his face. He was clutching a chocolate bar, and a Dr. Seuss animal that made me laugh. His face was priceless, and he was magnificent.

Today was worth a few good laughs. One more day...


Wednesday, July 27, 2011

The Lesson I Wish I Had Learned Years Ago

Last year, I looked at the task of directing a camp, and I thought- 'this is cake, and I am sure I could do this'. This year, I lay here on my giant queen size mattress at the Space Center, and wonder what the hell I've gotten myself into.

This last week has been an absolute roller coaster with preparing for this camp. I guess they said it best when they said 'when it rains, it pours'. I got bombarded with changing schools, and trying to figure out what's best there, and working to take care of things left undone at Fresno, and then trying to organize this camp, and whatever other drama exists. The camp that I had prepared wasn't ready to go the way that it should have been, and we ran into a problem- my co-workers weren't wanting to deal with that lack of preparation, and when my boss brought that to my attention, gears had to shift.

I've spent over 100 hours in a room about 20 feet long, and 8 feet wide, writing on a white board, and whatever window space I could find in there trying to make up a leadership camp. I slowly realized that I was inadequate in so many ways. Who am I to try and teach leadership. I have no clout, no position, no power. I make more mistakes than the average human being. I didn't know what I was doing exactly. While spending those hours of time, trying to make this camp, something magical happened- all of my co-workers came to my aid. And this was without being paid. People came out of the woodwork to help make this thing go. I've never in all my years here seen people come to anyone's rescue like they have me.

I learned a great lesson from this experience. That lesson is that true leadership is leading by example, stepping up when someone else isn't, and doing what needs to be done before it needs done. So many of my co-workers have jumped both feet in to help this thing get through. Their ideas, their imaginations, and their drive made it possible to accomplish the goals that we have. I have never felt so blessed to be surrounded by the people that I am. What a great place to be, and how grateful I am to them. You have all taught me what it actually means to be a leader by the way you have been leading for the time running up to this camp.

That's all for tonight. I haven't slept in 3 days. I am tired, and I have 2 more very long days that have to be filled with my energy.


Saturday, July 16, 2011

Why I chose BYUH, and Thanks to y'all in Fresno

A lot of questions have been thrown my way regarding the decision making process of BYU Hawaii, so I figured I'd walk through them with everyone that was interested.

I was originally being recruited by several junior colleges, and then on board jumped U of U, and BYUH. After a lot of prayer, and meditation, I decided that those two schools were on the top of my list, and that the decision would be between those schools.

I was very excited about the U of U option. It was close to home, which would not only allow me to have my family right in the vicinity of the school, but have my values at the very least better understood. I was excited to also be close to my friends, and those people that I've established relationships with near home. However, when push came to shove, I wanted to have the opportunity to play for championships, and win games, and go to a school where I was with people who were expected to have similar standards to the ones that I choose to live by.

This is in no way a cheap shot, or an attack to anyone. The guys in Fresno were as classy as they come, and they will become successful very quickly under the leadership of Coach Terry- and I believe the same for the U of U squad under the leadership of Coach K. But, call me crazy, living in Hawaii, playing for championships, and being part of the success just seems more appealing to me than doing the rebuilding bit. I will admit that I love to win, and that is what I want to do.

So, the decision was made to go to BYUH. It will be a change, it will be very far from home- but I know that I will be in a great environment, with the resources I need to handle any anxiety or depression issues that may arise, and great teammates, coaches, and church members to help with it as well.

I couldn't be more grateful to the people in Fresno for their support, and the things that they did for the team collectively, and me individually. As frustrating as the season may have been looking at the record, it was a lot of fun. I learned a lot, and really loved the Bulldog fans. I couldn't be more grateful for how well I was accepted by the community, and the positive feedback I received. I hope that there will be a day when I can somehow give that same positive emotion to someone, and pay it forward. Thanks to all of you.

I'm excited for the future. I don't know exactly where it will send me, and I don't know the plan. I know that I trust God's guiding hand to push me forward through whatever comes up, and I know that I am going to make the best of everything ahead.


Friday, July 15, 2011

The Last Few Weeks

Well, it's been a while. Work has been insane, plus the fact that I've been trying to decide where I ought to go to school, and the variables that come from all of these things.

So, I have made a decision for school. I'm going to Brigham Young University Hawaii. I decided that it was the place that would give me the best opportunity, and allow me to be what I want to be. It sounds quite exciting to me, and I can't wait to spend the next three years in Hawaii.

I'm slowly learning a lesson, one that is purchased at high cost; and that is the one where saying anything comes back to eat you. I have a trait that I've picked up- I'm not sure where, but it does cause a lot of issues, and has for many years.

I have a diarrhea of the mouth issue. I tend to share my thoughts and opinions about anything and everything with the world. Whether it be about something inanimate, or animate. Something real, or not. The largest problem comes when I share my thoughts or feelings about another human's actions in some way. This time it cost me good, and I feel awful about it. But... I suppose that I can only chalk it up on the board of lessons learned, and move on.

Leadership camp for the center is coming up here in the next week, and I am getting amped for it. It's going to be awesome! Hopefully it rocks everyone's socks, and makes everyone happy inside :P One can hope.

There it is. The first post in a long time. I'll try to be more faithful.


Friday, July 1, 2011

The Thought of the Day

Billy arrived at work this morning, aspiring for the day that he'd get the promotion of his dreams.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Hero Highlight #2- My Boss: Victor Alan Williamson

Everyone has someone that they look up to in certain areas of their lives. It's always nice to have a model that you can follow in certain ways, and mold some of your personality traits after.

For almost 10 years now, I've worked at the Christa McAuliffe Space Education Center in Pleasant Grove, UT. We are a non-profit organization that uses the discipline of wonder to educate children in the Alpine School District. We try to teach them to see things as what they could be, not as they are. It's not the most simple of tasks.

The founder of the CMSEC. Victor Williamson. At the first meeting I had with him, he scared me. He is just that type of person- likes to have the authority rest on his shoulders at first; demands the respect from you immediately so it is clear that he is the boss, and that there are no bones about it.

Vic, or bossman, or Mr. W or Mr. Williamson, or even Tex to some, is one of the most amazing people I've ever met. He isn't the type of person that takes anything for granted. He's grateful for what he's got, and he shows appreciation for it. Our organization is held together by volunteers, and they don't get a lot for the work and effort they put in here. However, Vic knows everyone of them by name, and can tell you a lot about each one of them, because he takes time to know them, where they are from, why they are here, and how they are. It truly is inspiring.

Vic is my hero for 2 reasons. He'll never let me give him credit for them, but they mean a lot to me. 1) When my family was going through a rough time, and there was a lot of uncertainty with where we would live, and what was going on, he recognized that, and allowed me to stay at the space center over the camps that we had. I spent that whole summer working here, and I remember him checking in with me quite often, and I just remember how secure that made me feel- like I had an ally in my corner. He still, to this day, shows extreme interest in my well being, and what's going on in my life. I am convinced that he is sincere when he asks, and he is truly wise in the advice he gives me. 2) Because he's not afraid to just be himself, and chase his dreams. This place where I work is one of a kind. There isn't another one in the world. It's incredible, and it's here because he wouldn't give up on his dream. He isn't afraid of any one else's opinions either, he just does what he feels is right, and allows the world to dream on, while he floats his boat to where he wants to take it. I've never seen him kowtow to the ideas of the world. He stands for what he believes in, and that is his business alone. Truly something that I wish to emulate.

He's an amazing friend, boss, and man. He doesn't agree- but like him, I don't really care what he thinks. I know it. What he's done for me, and countless others has been truly inspiring.

Thanks for all you do, Vic!


Thursday, June 23, 2011

Hero Highlight #1- My Dad: Randall Brett Funk

Today I am going to start spotlighting the heroes I have in my life. I have 5 heroes; people who inspire me, and that I want to be like as I continue to put the pieces of who I am together. Tonight I want to share with all of you readers my hero for fatherhood, and friendship: My Father.

There is a lot about my dad that I could share, and there is a lot I could say- but a lot of that is just information that may or may not have any bearing to you the reader, so I'll start with the good stuff.

My first memory I have with my dad, the furthest I can remember back, happened when we had just barely moved to Texas. It was Father's Day, and we had just gotten him a Nintendo Entertainment System:

I remember that being the first night I had been permitted to stay awake past my bed time. We played and played and played all of the games that we'd gotten from our really good friend who owned the local video store. I know I will remember her name when I finish this post, but she was always so good to my mom and I. I suppose that the thing I remember most from that night, in hindsight, is that it was Father's Day- and my dad could have played that all by himself and a) been a lot more successful, and b) enjoyed his new toy, but, instead, he played with me, and allowed me to be a big part of what he was doing.

I've never played on a sports team, acted in a play, sang in a choir, given a talk, had a speech, worked, or anything where my dad wasn't super involved (my mother too, but that is for a different day). He always was either coaching, or was on the first row cheering me on. That always meant a lot to me.

He always took time to spend time with me. My dad would read to me at night all the way until I was like 16. It wasn't embarrassing, we'd take turns reading a book, or he'd just read to me, and we read several series that he had loved, and I remember LOVING those nights. Those were times that I will cherish forever.

My dad will still to this day wake up at all hours of the morning to go hoop with me. Very few dads do that. My dad has made it a priority.

My dad always does his job as a parent, even when he knows it will tick me off. I've found that I respect him soo much because of it. It may not be the popular thing, but he does what he needs to to ensure that I am only somewhat of a schmuck instead of a total one ;).

The last thing that I want to touch on, is that my dad has always loved me through anything. No matter the trial, the situation, my attitude, whatever, my dad has always been there. He is my hero for all of these things, but mostly, because I know that he has my best interest in mind, and will help me reach whatever potential I have. I love my dad, and hope that one day, I'll be at least half as good as him in these areas, because that means I'll do at least a decent job.

I love you, dad. Thanks for everything you do!


Sunday, June 19, 2011


It's weird how fast the week flies by, and how I seem to never have enough time to accomplish everything I want to. There are times I wish that I could have a personal fairy that granted wishes that would allow me to complete everything I have in my mind to complete.

I had a cool thought today. Only I would think of such a thing, but it hit me kind of suddenly, so I thought that I would share it.

In the Walt Disney version of Cinderella, there is a very interesting thing that happens. When Cinderella is given all of the chores she must do before she can go to the ball, her Fairy God mother doesn't appear, she frets about not being able to complete it all, but she does what was asked of her. Her friends show great support, and make her a dress- but that isn't enough to get her to the ball. As her dress gets destroyed by her sisters, there is still no Fairy Godmother. When she feels that all is lost, and that there is nothing remaining for her to hold on to, and all she can do is cry, then comes her Fairy Godmother. After she's done everything for herself, and learned the lessons involved in them, then the miracle came, and granted her wish.

I think there is great correlation there to what Jesus Christ himself taught, and how life works. So often we expect that someone is going to make something happen for us magically. That if we just pray, then whatever we need will just magically occur. I disagree with that sentiment. We are required to put forth work, and make what we want happen. When we are willing to show the work (putting in the faith that is required) then we are given what we need to make what we asked for happen. It's an important principle I think. If we go forward trying to answer our own desires (the good ones, the ones we are praying for), if we don't get the answer ourselves, then God steps in to help us out. Not before then, but after all we can do.

I just really liked that thought. Interesting, no?


1) Schools are starting to talk to me, and I have some great options of people that want me for me, not me to only fill a spot.
2) Father's day- so grateful for an incredible father who loves me, and treats me so well.
3) The Christensen family- those that don't know them should. Ask me about them sometime!

Until later.


Sunday, June 12, 2011


It's been an interesting few days. A lot has happened. I am not entirely sure what I think about it all. Of course I am sure about the decisions that I have made, but not sure how to deal with all of the different responses that continue to barrel my way. I can't really say more until everything is finalized.

Regardless, there has been a drastic shift in the wind for me. I am confident it is for the better, but getting here was a journey that has been very rocky.

The business of my schedule has kept me from having time to post anything. David Siverly, a good friend of mine from Fresno (basketball manager for the team this previous year) came and stayed with us for a few days. It was also the week of the Lone Peak basketball camp, and the county baseball all-star game (which I PA'd), and a crazy week at the Space Center. So as this week rattled on, David spent more time chillin' with Marquelle than I spent with him while I was trying to figure out all of these other obligations at the same time.

Basketball camp was solid. I do know that the younger kids are my least favorite in camp, because they haven't yet learned what it means to follow directions :P (and I've totally mastered my direction following skills, haha). They just rub you wrong after a few days. The best story I have from that though is that one of my kids had to do push-ups after losing a contest or something, and he was in really good push-up position. I said, "Do some man push-ups," and the child started humping the floor as hard as he possibly could 10 times, and then looked up with complete and total satisfaction on his face. I laughed for a good 20 minutes. It was just perfect delivery and timing from him.

The all-star game was good too. I got to see a pretty good and tight game from our county all-stars, as well as have a blast PAing the game. I really enjoy PA, it's one of my favorite jobs ever. During one of the contests, however, some girls came up to the booth with a partial answer. I informed them that others had answered it fully, and I couldn't give them the prize when they hadn't really accomplished the goal. One of the little girls argued with me for a sec, and then pulled an "but, we're adopted". I laughed so hard that I almost fell out of my chair. Then, I told the story over the PA, there were a few chuckles. Then, after the game, I was informed that they were adopted, and that my comment over the PA wasn't very nice. Oh, well. I got a kick out of the way she said it. That was FUNNY!

We had a pretty good time mini-golfing after the mission at the space center David and I went to on Wednesday. David had a good time there. He got to intrude like 40 times, which he said he really enjoyed. That was good :) I love the place, so I'm glad that he did too. Anyway, Marc crushed us all, and was sure to let us know. One of my really good friends, Shay Droubay came too. We decided we should play 2 on 2 basketball after, and Shay and I smashed David and Marc, and we felt good about it too. Shay hasn't stopped holding her release yet ;).

Other than that. Another week ahead. It's late, so I will just leave it at this, and hope I can find time for tomorrow. But, David showed me a song that I've fallen in love with. You WILL watch this and love it :) (mostly the song though, the video is ok).


1) An amazingly supportive family who are willing to help me out, even when I'm a little headstrong.
2) A great ward
3) My gift of being able to ignore social awkwardness. It comes in handy in all sorts of situations.


Sunday, June 5, 2011

Saturday From Hades

(The Man That Made Saturday Possible)

It's one thing to fly the overnighter. I can handle that. We start on Friday at 6:00 P.M., and end Saturday at 10:00 A.M. But then... well... There is all this buzz about scheduling private missions on Saturdays, and I got stuck with a 5 hour. It started at 11 A.M., that meant it went til 4. I groaned when I discovered this. That is pure torture.

So... I flew it. Then discovered that I was very tired, and didn't think that leaving was in my best interest. So I decided that I would stay for a bit.

That was a bad decision.

About 20 minutes later, I found myself enveloped in a project with Rachel and Jon. We were refitting the Odyssey simulator with paint, and changing a few things that the set director thought needed to be changed. One of these projects was tearing a random thing that protruded from the ceiling down.

Apparently the instructions given by our boss entailed only the painting portion of this task. I came in later than that instruction, so I was doing what I'd been asked to. I was ami ripping... Ok, bashing the protruding "box" on the ceiling with a baseball bat when whatever it was attached to put a hole in the ceiling made of sheetrock.

"Damnit," I muttered under my breath. Jon and Rachel looked at me. I had sworn. That meant something was wrong.

First off... Who makes a ceiling of sheetrock. That is just lazy, cheap, and stupid. Secondly, why is this box here. It makes it so the operations officer cannot see the viewscreen. I was throwing around these rants (expletives excluded), and then realized that the box was hanging above the ceiling. I decided I could pull it down.

I reached up and pulled with all my might, and a small portion of the ceiling came down on top of me. I bashed my elbow on the station below me, and swore again.

It was done. The box was down... But now I knew we weren't going to be out by 10:30, as instructed. I decided that I would call my boss, Vic, and ask him to reset the alarm for 3:00 that morning, so that we didn't set it off while we repaired the ceiling, then got everything painted.

IT WAS A BUGGER. But we repaired the ceiling, we also got the ship painted. Jon left at 12:00. Rachel and I finished painting the rest of the ship. I got most of the roof. Jon had touched most of it up. Rachel and I finished the stations, and the grate at the back of the ship. We had the ship put back together, and we were gone at 1:56.

My boss though. He was furious when he came to reset the alarm. There was smoke streaming from his ears. His frustration could be heard as his voice shook with every word. I've been yelled at, spat at, sworn at, and glared at by this man. I knew everything would be fine once it was all taken care of- but at the moment, it was obvious that he was going to try to kill me if I got too close. I tried to take all of the blame. Mostly because I pulled the ceiling out, and I had been there, and I really wanted him to put the blame on me, and leave Jon and Rachel out of it. I feel I'm on his good side, and I wanted him to be pissed with me, and then it'd all be better later. I think the plan kind of worked.

However, I was instructed that I shouldn't apologize if it isn't my fault. "I'm venting," he said, "Just tell me you are sorry I'm frustrated, and leave me at that. There isn't anything you can do about it. It annoys me that you try to place this all on yourself. It's not your fault. Things happen. I'm just frustrated. I said to paint. Painting doesn't involve ripping off portions of ceiling. It never has. I don't know where people get off thinking that they can just do whatever. This isn't your fault. Just shut up, and listen to me vent."

I tried. He is so long winded. I thought if I annoyed him, he might leave in frustration. "I'm sorry about my birth, that was an unfortunate incident," I told him.

Aggravated, he left. Instructing me to stay til the job was finished.

It was a long night.

Needless to say. Life is back to normal. The continuum is where it should be, and the stars are back in their normal orbit. Thanks to Rachel and Jon for putting up with my mistake. And thanks to Vic for not killing me. :)


1) My friend David from Fresno is here visiting this week. I am so glad that he was able to come and chill. We toured temple square, and it's just been a fun day. Hopefully he enjoys his visit.
2) Megan comes home this week!
3) I got some good time spent with my sister Marquelle today. She is going off to college soon, so it was really good to have some one-on-one time with her before we both vacate the area.

That's it for the weekend. Here goes a long week. Hopefully the man at the top of this page stays out of it :P


Mr. Williamson's Saturday Disturbance

Well, a new policy was just passed for "Life- Funked Up". That policy is that if there is ever a post about me, it will be reposted here on my blog. I will still attempt to get a full post in, but, there is always the chance that I run out of time, so, this might be it, I doubt it, but enjoy my boss' take on last night's event.

The phone rang just after 9:00 P.M. Saturday night. I knew something was wrong by the sound of the ring tone. It seemed darker than usual with a tune hardly recognizable from its normally bright melody. I picked up the receiver. The illuminated window said "Schools Public 801-785-8713".
"This can't be good," I whispered to my optimistic self.
"They might be done. They're calling to say they're leaving," it replied.
"No its bad. Trust me on this one," my pessimistic self unwelcomingly intruded.
"Shut up," I shot back. "I'm not in the mood."

It was bad news. Bracken called to ask me to leave the comforts of my home and return to the school to set the alarm for 3:00 A.M. People say you should never shoot the messenger, but what choice did I have? I unloaded my frustration. I didn't tell them to remove a part of the Odyssey's ceiling. I gave instructions to paint the front of the ship. How they got "remove a part of the Odyssey's ceiling" from my simple instructions I'll never know. Bracken told me that getting upset wouldn't solve the problem. The ceiling was damaged, the deed was done. Agreed, the deed was done but my commentary was just starting, and I had lots to comment on.

When Bracken called I was dosing in the comfortable plush arms of my rocking recliner, kept company by the flickering lights of my 65 inch TV. The lights had mesmerized me into a stupor. I hung up on Bracken, paused the TV show I really wasn't watching anyway, and three minutes later was in the Battlestar crossing over the canal and on my way to the school.

I saw the damaged ceiling. Bracken tried to explain over my streaming commentary. Rachel kept to the front of the ship painting. She knew it was best to keep a distance. When I'm in streaming commentary mode my arms like to flail about unpredictable and the spittle from my frothing mouth can be corrosive. Jon disappeared to the shop in the school's fallout shelter, the only safe place when I've gone nuclear.

Bracken attempted to calm things by taking full responsibility for everything, even though he was only there because he didn't want to go home and attend a Stake Conference meeting. I stopped him when his apology expanded to his birth.

"Bracken, why are you apologizing for something you weren't involved in?"
"If it helps, I'll apologize."
"Don't, unless you are the one responsible. Listen, sometimes you have to let people vent and that's what I'm doing - venting. Instead of apologizing, just tell me that you're sorry I'm upset and leave it at that."

Bracken left it at that. I changed the alarm to 3:00 A.M. I peppered the air with a bit more commentary before leaving, giving instructions on making sure the doors were shut when they finished. "We aren't stupid," their faces expressed without need for their mouths.

This morning I drove back to the school to see the results of their long night's labors. The Odyssey looks much better. Rachel did an outstanding job with the front of the ship. Bracken and Jon did a great job at repairing the ceiling. The ship was clean and ready for the 10:00 A.M. Monday morning mission. I spent a few more minutes at the school trying to gather the words I used in my volcanic eruption the night before but sadly couldn't find them. They were spoken, heard and gone. So, I'm going to apologize for my foul mood with a reminder that I'm in no condition to think reasonably after spending 34 nonstop hours at the Center for an overnight camp.

A word to the wise with our upcoming camp. If you want me to make a decision or think rationally about a problem, don't bring it up on the second day of camp. Wait until the third day when you know my sanity disappeared with the setting sun the night before. On the third day I'm usually beyond exhaustion and have been known to exhibit signs of giddiness.

"Mr. Williamson, a camper fell and broke his leg."
"Oh that's interesting."
"Mr. Williamson, the entire Pleasant Grove Fire Department, along with half the police force are here because the Voyager staff let out too much smoke and triggered the fire alarm."
"Really, how nice. Ask them if they'd like to stay for lunch."
"Mr. Williamson, the news says there is a n asteroid heading straight for Earth. It will wipe out all life on the planet, leaving Earth a barren wasteland."
"Really, break out the telescopes and let's have a nice look."
"Mr. Williamson, the pop machine is out of Diet Coke."
"Take me to the roof. It's time to end it all." (there is a limit to sleepless good humor).

--Victor Williamson, Director, CMSEC

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

I Have Excuses for the Gap Without Posts.. Nobody Cares...

I came across this poster at work today. I work at the Space Center, which is in an elementary school. So... See if you can tell why I think this poster is not sending the right message:

If you can't figure it out- I have 2 offerings for as to why-

1) You live in Utah County. You have lived in Utah County your whole life. You also attended BYU because heaven forbid you leave Utah County, that would be sinning. You still live in Utah County, and you have never seen the outside world.

2) You fly high with your friends.

I submit it's probably number 1, especially because you just read number 2 and had no problems yet :P

Yes, if you haven't figured it out, email me or something, and we'll talk about it. But, seriously, not in an elementary school... COME ON!

On a more serious note, here is some of the reason that I didn't make it to posting for the last 3 days (it's only been 3).

This is my home away from home. The space center. These are some of my family members, figuratively speaking. Many of us have worked together for years. Some of us get along. Others of us, just like brothers and sisters, do not. I'm not talking about me, I am talking about us as a whole. It's ok though. We all love what we do- and it brings us together on a regular basis. I think that we have a pretty nice set-up here.

I do know this. If any one of these staff members needed something, I would go out of my way to help them. They mean a lot to me.

I also had the chance to talk with Coach Lewis. For those of you who do not know- Coach Lewis is my Coach. He is the man. I submit to you that he is the best High School Basketball Coach in the world. I have known him since he came to Lone Peak High, and he has always wanted the best for me. I couldn't have a better mentor/coach/friend, in that order. And when it's time for him to be the coach, we both change the interaction to a professional air, and when it's time for friends, we kick it a little. He truly is one of my heroes.

While chatting with him, this happened as he was about to pick up his clipboard.

Bottom right corner. You see that. Yeah... That's a big-a** bee of some kind. Scared the crap out of me. I ran away like a little girl. No picture of that, but scared me spitless, that bee did. 

Skipping any irrelevant information:

I worked out with coach this morning. I have a bad sinus infection, and I have snot running and dripping, and secreting out of every orifice. It hasn't been fun. Working out with coach was awesome. I learned a lot, was able to work on a lot, and had quite a bit of fun in the process. I also drained 15 gallons of snot. It's amazing how much is crammed somewhere in my sinuses.

Today at work was entertaining too. I have no voice. My job depends on voice acting. I must be able to use my voice in order to act. I had to improvise. My computer became true artificial intelligence. We called her Meredith. She was very wise, and capable of being humorous. It made for a fun flight, and I believe I'll try it again tomorrow, because by the sound of it, my voice isn't getting any better.

Well. That's it for today. I promised Adam I'd post something, but... I don't remember what I promised him. It'll have to wait for tomorrow... Though I do wish I could remember what it was, because it was wonderful- and I was so excited to post about it... Dang my brain for forgetting.

1) Able to make it through my flight with this awful infection. That's a plus.
2) Finished a video for the center that I was pretty excited about.
3) Got a great workout with coach in, and learned some things that I have been trying to figure out forever. It really was great for me.

Well. Arrivaderci!


Friday, May 27, 2011

What I Always Miss About the Space Center

Multiple times I have left, and said that I won't be returning. I thought it wasn't possible to return- but I find myself returning to the Space Center to work every chance I get. The Space Center and I are inseparably connected, I think. It's a hazard of my love for using the imagination, teaching, and envisioning the "what could be" instead of seeing only the "what is". Playing pretend and getting payed to do so- who wouldn't love that job?

I think the thing that I miss most about the Center though, is being able to watch these kids as they leave the ship with the smug look of satisfaction on their face, with the knowledge that, yeah, we just pretty much saved the universe, no big deal.

Some of them come away feeling as though they are experts in their respective jobs, and they often look down upon those that would dare challenge their pure genius. "I've just done that job," they feel, "therefore, my hair is a bird, and your argument is invalid".

"Because my hair is a bird, and I've just done this job for the entirety of the mission, I am far more superior than you. Please do not attempt to tell me what I could have done better, because I could not have. I'm an expert. A prodigy. A hero. I saved us. I am that is. Thank you."

Though many feel this way towards their peers. It isn't often that one feels that way towards us as staff. But, while many do not. One child did.

There is a sign that hangs to the side of the hallway leading to the exit in the Voyager simulator at work. It says exit, and then underneath, there is some Klingon writing.

(Yes, this is a closeup of the actual sign)

The child had been the communications officer. At communications they are required to decode certain messages from various forms. We use "alien" symbols, such as Klingon, to represent english letters, and then we print them up, and they decode the symbols back into English, and can then read the message.

The child saw the sign, looked at the Klingon, looked at Adam (who had been on the bridge with them), and said, "That doesn't say exit," and stared at it.

Adam looked at the sign, which nobody had really payed attention to, and then looked back at the child, "So, what does it say?"

"I don't remember all the symbols," he said matter-of-factly, "I just know that no part of that says exit."

Thirty minutes later, Adam tells this story to me, and we both decide we have to decode the sign. We spent about 10 minutes trying to figure out what it said. At first, we thought the top three decoded into HUG. The bottom line decoded to LOJMIT. We knew what hug was. We didn't know what lojmit was. So who better to call than our boss. I called him.

"What does lojmit mean? The exit signs translate to hug lojmit," I explained, "I'd like to hug him, but, I don't know who he is."

"I don't have any idea," Vic responded, rather annoyed. In his defense, who cares about some dumb sign. Only us at the Space Center.

Adam then thought about it for a second, and said, "What if it doesn't say hug," by this point, we were typing lojmit into google trying to figure out what it meant, or where it was from.

He was right. It actually translated to HUQ LOJMIT, and after we did some online Klingon word searching, the phrase HUQ LOJMIT translates into "Open Accessway/Departureway".


And Adam is kind of right, though, we teach them that everything decodes into English. What a stupid idea, everything decoding into English- nobody even likes that language ;)

So that is what I did right after work yesterday. Translated Klingon into... Klingon. I did, for the record, also get shots up, and lift, so what a successful day.


1) I was able to fly 4 flights yesterday, that's always a rough go. My voice starts to die by flight 3 if I am not "conditioned" to do it. I am not, but I made it through, and did a pretty good job.
2) I was able to get out of work and lift yesterday, which is sometimes very hard to do. Plus I was able to bike into work, so everything worked out rather nicely.
3) I got to spend some great time with my sister and my dad, and it was a lot of fun. Hopefully we get to do it again soon.

I'll stop droning, and start getting ready to head into work for the day. But, I do want to end on the greatest of pictures, so, without further ado, prepare to giggle:


Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Sick Sunday/Malicious Monday/Tough Tuesday

Saturday I mentioned that I ate some of that strawberry pizza, and that it was delicious. It wasn't, however, very good the second time that it came up, that I do know for a fact. Ugh. Strawberries aren't very good for my stomach. When I eat them, and I knew better, they become ammo for my stomach to use against me, to remind me that he is not a fan of me, or what I put in him. It's ok. I assume he'll forgive me at some point.

That was my Sunday. I started feeling a little better, and played 2k with TJ for a few minutes, and then went right back to the toilet bowl. Sunday was no fun at all. I crashed at 8, and that's really not much to post about, ya know? 

Monday was ridiculous. I had to pack, and clean up my apartment, and everything had to be ready for inspection, and after that my car was loaded, and then I finished the cleaning. Then, I had that paper to write for sociology, finally got that taken care of, then helped Kayla finish hers, because we had parts that were identical after we'd worked on it together (which makes sense- same ideas, same this, that and the other, working together, writing together... hmm...) so we got that squared away, and then I finally got to sleep around 1:30. Only to...

Wake up at 6:15 so I could go play ball with Paul Loeffler. He plays with some pretty awesome guys in the morning- it was pretty fun. I yacked one over a couple people a few times, so that always boosts the confidence.

Then I had a test at 12:00, the DS-73 test. I apparently did awful on it, but I have a B in the course, so I'm good with it. The professor emailed me and asked what on Earth I was thinking- haha... Oh man, that's never good.

Then there was a team meeting at 3:00. Poorly scheduled for me. I was promised that the meeting would be at 9 A.M. It was really frustrating to have it at 3. Because the meeting was at 3:00, my drive home was postponed, but I had to be here today because of work. So Kevin and I left again. He was dropped off in Vegas (he drove most of that run there, which worked out nicely for me). Then it was an all night drive home.

I did get pulled over. I was going 10 over, and I thought I was screwed. I panicked. I've not received a ticket yet, and I try to be soooo careful when driving. I get a ticket, and my parents say that they will not pay for insurance.  I was terrified. The highway patrolmen was awesome- he had pulled me over for not having my license plate mounted where it should be. I had it mounted in the back window. He told me it's just a warning.

I got home 5:15, and played ball here with the men in the morning. Then I got home, and went to sleep. Then I was a little late for work, but had a 5 hour. It was super fun. We had an adult group, and they were great.

Now it's bedtime. I'm ready to go to bed. More to follow tomorrow.

Bracken Funk