Graduation Party Adventure Part II

[Once upon a time I was a student and I was taking a Humanities class while taking a Bible and British Culture class.  For Humanities I wrote an essay comparing T.S. Eliot's poem "The Wasteland" to the Book of Ecclesiastes (which has always been a favorite).  Later in the semester we had an essay due in Bible that I realized the Humanities essay would work perfect for.  So I slightly tweaked it and turned it in again!  So following that same tradition I am reposting a part of a letter we sent to my brother Steven who is currently serving a mission in Dallas Texas.  This will probably happen a lot because I feel more obligated to write him than to post on this blog :)]

The skydiving was a ton of fun.  The two of us rode up together in the plane (we could only do two at a time).  I (Nick) was supposed to be the first one out so that Amanda could be a witness to any questionable language and/or behavior that my fear-induced panic generated.  She drew the short stick and had to go first, lucky her.  It ended up being for the best since we were both cooler than cucumbers when that door opened.  Seriously, we were so high in the sky, the height didn't really even register!  It was a ton of fun, but definitely not as fun as missionary work so you definitely didn't miss out on anything...

(Disclaimer: I was so scared on that plane ride.  Nick was totally okay (which was weird) because the plane was so old and about to fall apart and we spent 20 minutes flying up higher and higher to our DEATHS!  I was experiencing a lot of anxiety.  But I didn't die so we're all good now)




Scott and Brian went up first.

 Then us :)