We didn't have class today. I was jazzed to the max.
Lately, I've been wondering if I'm in the right place. Now that I'm not a marine bio major, it isn't a necessity for me to be near an ocean. And I can definitely say that being closer to home would simplify the whole college experience. I was entertaining the idea of staying in Hawaii for two years and then transferring back to the Midwest. My only problem was that I could not pick out a single university that I would want to attend. U of M? Too big. Lawrence? Too Wisconsiny. St. Olaf? Drake? I'm not sure I could handle going to college with my best friend.
Some of my friends and I went surfing in Kailua today. I was out on Kelsey's board, waiting for my wave to come along. I should make a note that, for whatever reason, each and every time I go swimming or surfing, I come up from being underwater and I'm surprised to find that I'm swimming in salt water. I realize I've been living on an island since August, but it still catches me off guard. I can't explain it. Anyway. I was sitting on the board, just looking around. The huge expanse of ocean, the gorgeous beach behind me, a couple islands out a way. I thought to myself, "I can't do this at home. It's just not an option." And it's true. As much as I love Minnesota, I will never be able to surf there, I will never have an ocean there.
That's when it hit me (or maybe it was just a wave). HPU may not be the perfect school for me, but Oahu is the perfect place.
I find myself more at peace now.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Hiatus, Lacuna, Interlude, Lull, Respite
So I haven't posted in about three weeks. I'm a slacker. Sorry.
Anyway, things are looking good on the Hawaii front. Slowly learning to surf (sloooooowly), working a lot, putting all of my homework off until the last minute (per usual), hanging out with cool people. The way to go. A general update on recent happenings, just to get back into the swing of things:
I got elected into AS-HPU (student gov) as Freshman Representative. Pseudo-celebrated my half birthday last week. I have a creeper from my Oceanography class who keeps texting me. The person I actually like is totally not interested. I haven't started my RA application yet. Or my taxes. Also I have a huge amount of homework to do! But it's ok because we don't have class tomorrow. Yay.
Anyway, things are looking good on the Hawaii front. Slowly learning to surf (sloooooowly), working a lot, putting all of my homework off until the last minute (per usual), hanging out with cool people. The way to go. A general update on recent happenings, just to get back into the swing of things:
I got elected into AS-HPU (student gov) as Freshman Representative. Pseudo-celebrated my half birthday last week. I have a creeper from my Oceanography class who keeps texting me. The person I actually like is totally not interested. I haven't started my RA application yet. Or my taxes. Also I have a huge amount of homework to do! But it's ok because we don't have class tomorrow. Yay.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Words I like today.
Here are my favorite words and or phrases of the day (also in general):
- navigable
- gelatinous
- swerve
- espionage
- jazzed to the max
- I love you with all my brain
- peregrination
- frowzy
- gloaming
- sidereal
- ethereal
Saturday, January 24, 2009
An uncharacteristically good day
1/23/2009 WRI 1200 Free-write. Topic: Your morning. Focal point: Breakfast.
Every morning I wake up before my alarm goes off. I hate this, but it happens every single morning. Less than fifteen minutes before my alarm, I'm wide awake. I generally coax myself back into pseudosleep so that by the time my alarm does go off, I want nothing more than to stay in bed. My phone sounds its alarm. Not wanting to wake my roomies, I silence it, pulling it under the covers with me. I stare at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling until the alarm goes off again, this time vibrating against my collarbone. I drag myself out of bed, over to my wardrobe. Picking out clothes is a terrible way to stat a morning. I have so much clothing, but nothing to wear. The next decision is even harder. Sunglasses. Of my 20 or so pairs, what do I want to wear? Eventually the right pair presents itself to me. I grab my phone and keys and head out the door, still careful to not wake my two sleeping roommates.
Up the hill to the Dining Commons. One foot in front of the other. Same thing every morning. I open the door - Christiaan instead of Chuckie is waiting to take my number. 106. I grab my tray, silverware, plate. The peaches look better than usual today. I pile some on, move over to the cereal. The fruit loops are almost gone, but I manage to dredge up a sufficient portion. Milk. Usually a no-brainer. Today, kind of an issue. One large glass of milk - for drinking. Goes of without a hitch. One small glass of milk - for my cereal. As I set the glass down on my tray, it hits the edge and crashes over. Milk splatters everywhere. Floor, tray, but somehow not on me. I proclaim a not-very-carefully-chosen one syllable word and begin cleaning up. Leah hands me a new tray and one of the DC workers takes my milky one with a smile. I make my way to the table without further incident. I sit alone at breakfast - the way I like it. It gives me time to actually wake up. I put down my name at the grill - Kate: omelet with cheese. By the time it comes, I've finished my peaches and I'm halfway through my fruit loops. I stab the omelet with my fork a few times so it cools more quickly. I'm in a good mood today, despite the milk incident. Everything tastes great. A reflection of my sunny disposition. On my way out the door, Christiaan says "Goodbye, Kate." I wonder how he knows my name. He has a list with everybody's name and number, but the list says Kathleen...
NOTE: I also kicked ass on my Spanish placement test (96% heck yes) which continued my streak. Good day.
Every morning I wake up before my alarm goes off. I hate this, but it happens every single morning. Less than fifteen minutes before my alarm, I'm wide awake. I generally coax myself back into pseudosleep so that by the time my alarm does go off, I want nothing more than to stay in bed. My phone sounds its alarm. Not wanting to wake my roomies, I silence it, pulling it under the covers with me. I stare at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling until the alarm goes off again, this time vibrating against my collarbone. I drag myself out of bed, over to my wardrobe. Picking out clothes is a terrible way to stat a morning. I have so much clothing, but nothing to wear. The next decision is even harder. Sunglasses. Of my 20 or so pairs, what do I want to wear? Eventually the right pair presents itself to me. I grab my phone and keys and head out the door, still careful to not wake my two sleeping roommates.
Up the hill to the Dining Commons. One foot in front of the other. Same thing every morning. I open the door - Christiaan instead of Chuckie is waiting to take my number. 106. I grab my tray, silverware, plate. The peaches look better than usual today. I pile some on, move over to the cereal. The fruit loops are almost gone, but I manage to dredge up a sufficient portion. Milk. Usually a no-brainer. Today, kind of an issue. One large glass of milk - for drinking. Goes of without a hitch. One small glass of milk - for my cereal. As I set the glass down on my tray, it hits the edge and crashes over. Milk splatters everywhere. Floor, tray, but somehow not on me. I proclaim a not-very-carefully-chosen one syllable word and begin cleaning up. Leah hands me a new tray and one of the DC workers takes my milky one with a smile. I make my way to the table without further incident. I sit alone at breakfast - the way I like it. It gives me time to actually wake up. I put down my name at the grill - Kate: omelet with cheese. By the time it comes, I've finished my peaches and I'm halfway through my fruit loops. I stab the omelet with my fork a few times so it cools more quickly. I'm in a good mood today, despite the milk incident. Everything tastes great. A reflection of my sunny disposition. On my way out the door, Christiaan says "Goodbye, Kate." I wonder how he knows my name. He has a list with everybody's name and number, but the list says Kathleen...
NOTE: I also kicked ass on my Spanish placement test (96% heck yes) which continued my streak. Good day.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
A bit of enlightenment
At the end of the summer, I went through my "memory" box with my mother. This box held every significant (or otherwise) piece of paper from kindergarten through middle school. Art projects, homework assignments, report cards, the usual. I stumbled across an assignment from first grade. From what I can gather, the assignment said to write about your Thanksgiving break. I had typed this assignment and drawn a picture at the bottom. Here is what I wrote - the spelling, grammar, and (this is important) formatting is exactly the same as my original creation. Here we go.
Spritz and Me By Kate Kincaid
11-25-96 I bought Spritz. He was very cuddly and I loved him
a lot . He was brown and white. I tried to make a leash,
but all it did was fall apart. So I did not have a leash .
Of course I slept with him .
11-26-96 I woke up with Spritz. What a ritz, what a ritz.
My blankets were a mess on the floor and on my head.
I read while I got dressed and I read through breakfast,
so I did not have much to eat.
Then my aunt and uncle came over, and I got in to a quick
HASSLE. I ran to the bathroom to get my hair.
I forgot my teeth because we were going
to DAYTON'S. So we drove out and when we
came back I was starving. So I had some
lunch. My Mom and Dad got sad
so now I am working as hard
as I can.
This is me at age six. Explains a lot.
Spritz and Me By Kate Kincaid
11-25-96 I bought Spritz. He was very cuddly and I loved him
a lot . He was brown and white. I tried to make a leash,
but all it did was fall apart. So I did not have a leash .
Of course I slept with him .
11-26-96 I woke up with Spritz. What a ritz, what a ritz.
My blankets were a mess on the floor and on my head.
I read while I got dressed and I read through breakfast,
so I did not have much to eat.
Then my aunt and uncle came over, and I got in to a quick
HASSLE. I ran to the bathroom to get my hair.
I forgot my teeth because we were going
to DAYTON'S. So we drove out and when we
came back I was starving. So I had some
lunch. My Mom and Dad got sad
so now I am working as hard
as I can.
This is me at age six. Explains a lot.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Wait, are you serious?
So I turn on my computer this morning. Check all of my emails (the yahoo account, both gmails, as well as my HPU address) and then log on to Facebook. I see a friend request. "Oooh," I think, "Somebody wants to be my friend!" I click. The photo is of a happy looking blond girl and her boyfriend. I look at the name. Karrah Watkins.
WHAAAAAAA?!
Let me take you back ten years or so. I'm eight years old and I'm camping with my family in Canada - it's our usual summer camping trip, but it's the first time I've been to Canada. Nothing special there (just kidding to all you Canadians). Point is, there was another little girl in the campsite across the path from us. Her name was Karrah Watkins. During our week of camping, Karrah and I became pretty good friends. We played a lot and got our families to hang out together. When it came time for Karrah to leave, we were both crushed. She gave me a friendship bracelet and we traded addresses, promising to write to each other. And we did. For quite a long time. Probably a couple years at least. Then one of us would forget and a letter wouldn't come for six months. Then the other would forget and a letter wouldn't come for a year. I think the last letter I sent was in 9th grade.
But today I pull up Facebook and who do I see? My long lost pen-pal Miss Karrah Watkins.
Weird weird weird world.
WHAAAAAAA?!
Let me take you back ten years or so. I'm eight years old and I'm camping with my family in Canada - it's our usual summer camping trip, but it's the first time I've been to Canada. Nothing special there (just kidding to all you Canadians). Point is, there was another little girl in the campsite across the path from us. Her name was Karrah Watkins. During our week of camping, Karrah and I became pretty good friends. We played a lot and got our families to hang out together. When it came time for Karrah to leave, we were both crushed. She gave me a friendship bracelet and we traded addresses, promising to write to each other. And we did. For quite a long time. Probably a couple years at least. Then one of us would forget and a letter wouldn't come for six months. Then the other would forget and a letter wouldn't come for a year. I think the last letter I sent was in 9th grade.
But today I pull up Facebook and who do I see? My long lost pen-pal Miss Karrah Watkins.
Weird weird weird world.
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