Life is Good
As I scurry around BYU campus each and everyday, I find myself stressing over many things. I stress about the fact that, try as I might, I can't always make political philosophy and American history make sense to my students. I stress about the fact that I can never remember that a dalet looks like a "t," whereas a resh looks like half of a "t." I stress about how my hands shake because of my natural physiology, and thus each new gel-load is an adventure for me. I stress about how Elizabeth Whitemarsh appears to be married to Thomas Clarke, even though family records have her being married to John Clark. I stress about how my ward's family history/indexing numbers are not even big enough to merit five digits, and if I were not a part of the ward, we wouldn't even merit four digits; without my committee, we wouldn't even merit three. I stress about why hydrogen cannot hybridize its orbitals, but carbon can. I stress about how my characters fell...