The journey not the arrival matters. – T.S. Elliot
Monday, April 23, 2012 (DAY 50)
It is 8am, and I feel as though I should be working hard for detention as we sit in a small air-conditioned classroom. School is back in session and our teacher is a tall drink of water in the form of a half Honduran and half British guy with a colorful accent and backwards straight bill cap. Holler, all y’all ballers. Feeling quite gangsta myself, I start free flowing in class and before long people are pounding on the table creating beats, waving their hands in the air like they just don’t care, and spontaneously busting out break dance moves as if it’s their job. Not quite. What do you think this is, high school musical ghetto edition? No, these are just some of the random thoughts that fill my head in my helpless distraction of the highly entertaining PADI videos that we are required to watch. My previous career in television has allowed me to appreciate the production quality, or lack thereof, in educational videos. Snobbish? I know, but I also know that my favorite editor back at HDNet, THE Mr. Kelly Porter, would agree that one of our biggest pet peeves is the lack of attention to detail and pride in post from lazy editors. Pound it Kelly, I feel ya son. See, I’m still resorting back to my ghetto fabulous nature that comes from spending too many nights with Schlimmy aka Darkness.
It is 8am, and I feel as though I should be working hard for detention as we sit in a small air-conditioned classroom. School is back in session and our teacher is a tall drink of water in the form of a half Honduran and half British guy with a colorful accent and backwards straight bill cap. Holler, all y’all ballers. Feeling quite gangsta myself, I start free flowing in class and before long people are pounding on the table creating beats, waving their hands in the air like they just don’t care, and spontaneously busting out break dance moves as if it’s their job. Not quite. What do you think this is, high school musical ghetto edition? No, these are just some of the random thoughts that fill my head in my helpless distraction of the highly entertaining PADI videos that we are required to watch. My previous career in television has allowed me to appreciate the production quality, or lack thereof, in educational videos. Snobbish? I know, but I also know that my favorite editor back at HDNet, THE Mr. Kelly Porter, would agree that one of our biggest pet peeves is the lack of attention to detail and pride in post from lazy editors. Pound it Kelly, I feel ya son. See, I’m still resorting back to my ghetto fabulous nature that comes from spending too many nights with Schlimmy aka Darkness.
Two and a half hours later, freedom! I’m running out of class throwing my hands in the air as I toss countless papers in all direction with the Pink Floyd song playing loudly, the scene is identical to that from Dazed and Confused, but then, I am brought back to reality and just take the short walk across the street back to the dorms in time to begin my homework. Yes, who would have guessed I’d be sitting on an outdoor balcony doing homework on an island paradise? At least I have a spectacular view of the ocean just beyond the building across the road as I swing in a hammock. This is how homework should have been done in high school, because if so I would have graduated in stereotypical Asian fashion with a GPA well beyond the 4.0 standard. Awe-herro.
Nights continue to be a lively spectacle in Utila and two girls invite me to a humorous house warming party from my class, Krista and Emily. Somehow these two girls became lucky enough to score a private house that is just a short five-minute walk from the dorms. I should also mention that they are another pair of top hat’s from Winnipeg, and as Emily put it, America’s brains, touché maple leafs, touché. Apparently I am a magnet for Canadians. I suppose if you must live in America Junior the next best thing is to hang out with a true Yank. Ooh how I love teasing these good-natured northern neighbors. Before long we are all laughing ridiculously as we share the same sarcastic sense of humor and recount obscene travel experiences.
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