The Plight

Man... I sit here in front of over 200 pages my mind must absorb, hating the fact that whilst I am here, the crew is floating lazily down the river enjoying the perfect weather in the perfect oregon summer. The air conditioning in my house is too cold.

I know it's important to get educated, but each day that passes I find myself less interested and excited in this kind of learning. I was given the chance to catch pua'a, cook and grind my own coffee beans, have conversations with someone who doesn't understand a word I'm saying, babysit an expanse of lice-infested kids, smoke cigarettes on one-rock islands with chiefs, name turtles, sit and listen to the sound of a tatau evolving, sleep on the beach... I felt so full of knowledge.

Now I find myself so empty-minded, turning the pages of an age old book which hosts pictures of art that doesn't move me, reading only to get through it and learn just enough to pass an upcoming mid-term. END. PLEASE. The only part of the school day I look forward to is the 10 miles of river-side biking the precedes and follows class.

Fuck. I want to get out of here! I want to go to 8 mile, and teach kids to snowboard in New Zealand, and sit at the top of a Fijian hillside, and take pictures of people in Myanmar, and eat scary foods in Morocco, and design magazine ads, and go fly fishing in alaska, and ride subways with strangers. There are a million places I'd rather be than right here, and this news is so upsetting and against everything I try to live like... I'm just stuck. Come May of 2008 and I'm out of the tedium of it all.