Today I found out that Jake is probably going to be on his mission in less than 6 months! That's so crazy. Personally, I don't think Jake is ready for it. I mean, nothing against him or anything, but the way I would imagine his mission would just be him going around calling Russians or Brazilians or whoever "filthy animals" and continuously asking people why they are still in his presence. Besides Jake not being ready for a mission, I don't think that I'm ready for Jake to leave. Much like the Maglebys were, Jake is a cultural figure for us. Maybe even a sex symbol. Seriously, he has a butt that just won't quit. Wait, did I just blog that out loud? oh crap. Anyway, Jake, please don't go.
And speaking of missions, I have recently had a big change of my opinions of my own mission. In the past, I have known I would go on one, but whenever I really thought about it, I would get scared about how hard it would be and how I might be missing out on a lot of things I would be doing back home. But lately, I have just thought that I don't have anything better to do, so why not go on a mission? You probably think that this is a pretty weak reason to go. Well, that's become my reasoning for most everything I do, so BACK OFF! So yeah. Mission. Pretty sweet.
The recommended Prentice Hall short story is: The Outcasts of Poker Flat by Bret Harte.