Monte Nevitt:
CLASS OF 1976
Chandler High SchoolClass of 1976
Chandler, AZ
Brigham Young University - EnglishClass of 1982
Provo, UT
Queen Creek Elementary SchoolClass of 1972
Queen creek, AZ
J. O. Combs Elementary SchoolClass of 1972
Queen creek, AZ
Monte's Story
School
Biggest crush? It's irrelevant now. Who didn't I have a crush on at one point or another in high school?!
I look back still with complete gratitude for the outside influences that I had during that time of life: Pinky Pomeroy, Bobby Noel, Mr. Geiser, Coach Stout, Coach Foster, Jim Wall, Mrs Edgemon, -- the hippie, Mr. Osborn -- an even the ex marine, Mr Taylor who used to run/walk laps around the track every afternoon after school. They all had a positive impact on me and left an impression for good.
Being an "outsider" from Queen Creek -- I'm not certain whether I ever fully was accepted into high class Chandler society when I only interacted with others for four short years -- but I can say this -- I look back with nothing but fond memories of shared pain on the football field -- of doodling my way through boring classes -- of laughing and teasing and joking with friends.
If I were to change one thing -- perhaps I wouldn't have waited until college and mission to realize that I had the capacity to be a better student. I was so busy masking shyness and awkwardness -- trying to laugh and joke my way along to disguize my discomfort and self consciousness -- that I never looked up to realize that others were likely deali...Expand for more
ng with their own demons. Perhaps I could have been a better friend along the way. Perhaps I could have actually done homework once in a while and actually tried to get better grades.
Perhaps -- perhaps this and that! I had a wonderful experience!
College
It was a good thing for me to leave Queen Creek and Chandler High school and be confronted with the need to stretch and reach and overcome fears and struggle to develop into the person I wanted to be. Perhaps for me I might never have experienced what I needed to in life without those challenges.
I will never forget those months in the spring of 1977 -- struggling with an inner desire to come to know the truth -- to come to know whether I should leave football and school to serve a mission -- to come to know whether God lives and is present in our lives.
I'll never forget sitting on the edge of Maeser hill -- below the main campus at BYU on one spring morning -- reading and contemplating the scriptures -- and coming to feel and know that God is real. It was such a sublime experience that it changed the course of my life.
As a result of that experience I left on a two year mission to Santiago Chile -- and later returned to school and marriage and life as I've known it.
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