
FALL 2008
I attend Boise State University, where I study Criminal Justice and participate in Blue Thunder and the Lab Band (Jazz Big Band). This is my second year, but only my second semester with the Criminal Justice program.
I started out as a Music Education major, because I was offered a full ride scholarship just to play and I confused my love of playing and writing music with the love of teaching (two totally different aspects of musicianship). Midway through the semester, I was playing at a home football game when I received a phone call and a message telling me that my grandfather had passed away. I left to Kentucky, where I played TAPS and my arrangement of Brahms at his funeral. Our family erupted in a disgusting dispute over the estate. I came back to Boise realizing that I didn't want conduct music for the rest of my life and I lost my motivation. In short, my first semester of college could not have been more of a disaster.
Moving into the second semester, I spent a month at my home in snowy Illinois thinking of different careers. I needed something that I could be passionate about for the rest of my life. And so I chose Criminal Justice. My second semester could not have gone better. I pulled A's in my classes and enjoyed every one of them. I won two national rifle matches and was awarded various other titles and records on the firing range...
I picked up a job with a civilian/military contracted company involved in the training of military marksmen. I work under a gentleman many years my elder and I've learned more than is imaginable from him in this short time.
I spent the summer in San Jose, CA with my girlfriend and her family. I coached sports camps (mostly lacrosse) and eventually took a trip to Disneyland, California Adventure, and Magic Mountain... it was everything I had dreamed about and more. At the beginning of August, I flew in to Illinois for two weeks with my family. An incredible storm hit during dinner on the first Monday of the month. I spent the next few days cutting fallen trees and dragging them back to the house to burn. We lost about 12 trees that I can remember. The rest of the week was spent target shooting and sighting in a new scope for my coyote rifle. I built a target carriage and spent the rest of my time between my cousin Andy's place and having fun with my family.
I started out as a Music Education major, because I was offered a full ride scholarship just to play and I confused my love of playing and writing music with the love of teaching (two totally different aspects of musicianship). Midway through the semester, I was playing at a home football game when I received a phone call and a message telling me that my grandfather had passed away. I left to Kentucky, where I played TAPS and my arrangement of Brahms at his funeral. Our family erupted in a disgusting dispute over the estate. I came back to Boise realizing that I didn't want conduct music for the rest of my life and I lost my motivation. In short, my first semester of college could not have been more of a disaster.
Moving into the second semester, I spent a month at my home in snowy Illinois thinking of different careers. I needed something that I could be passionate about for the rest of my life. And so I chose Criminal Justice. My second semester could not have gone better. I pulled A's in my classes and enjoyed every one of them. I won two national rifle matches and was awarded various other titles and records on the firing range...
I picked up a job with a civilian/military contracted company involved in the training of military marksmen. I work under a gentleman many years my elder and I've learned more than is imaginable from him in this short time.I spent the summer in San Jose, CA with my girlfriend and her family. I coached sports camps (mostly lacrosse) and eventually took a trip to Disneyland, California Adventure, and Magic Mountain... it was everything I had dreamed about and more. At the beginning of August, I flew in to Illinois for two weeks with my family. An incredible storm hit during dinner on the first Monday of the month. I spent the next few days cutting fallen trees and dragging them back to the house to burn. We lost about 12 trees that I can remember. The rest of the week was spent target shooting and sighting in a new scope for my coyote rifle. I built a target carriage and spent the rest of my time between my cousin Andy's place and having fun with my family.
I've spent a lot of my time sitting outside on a bench smoking my pipe with Mark, reading, watching movies (most recently Appaloosa and Quarantine), Jamming, going shooting, and grilling out. I try to fill my spare time with relaxing activities during the more hectic fall semester. We have already established a routine in my apartment. We go shooting in the mountains every Sunday afternoon until the sun goes down. Then we pull out the Hickory Smoker and grill steaks. (there's a video at the top of the page)... On Tuesdays and Fridays we go sell our plasma for extra cash (no time for a steady job in the fall). On most nights, Mark, Courtney, and I play each other in Halo. None of us are really any good, so we enjoy playing with each other exclusively, because no one person ruins it for the rest.
I know that this post was long and boring, but without it, my college story would start in Chapter 2.That's the basic update... now everything's up to speed!


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