For the past 22 years of my short-lived life, I cannot remember a time when I didn't identify as a student. In t-minus 2 weeks, this won't hold true for the first time. EVER. I will be free as a proverbial bird with all the freedom and recklessness to find myself in heaps of good times and troubles...well, good times and troubles that I didn't have the time or opportunity for before. I'm writing this blog to try and document my first full year as an adult. Possible stories: New Zealand adventures! (this is a must), roadtrip to Seattle, backpacking the entire Lost Coast, employment?, more roadtrips!, and a good possibility of ending with being shipped off by the Peace Corps.
For all my lack of creativity, I'm telling myself to use this as an excuse to take more pictures and search for all the poetry I've forgotten to share. Despite a severe degradation of education in some areas at Humboldt State, I have thought often of my religious studies class that I took as a sophomore in college. My favorite part was the poetry; we were exposed to poetry from multiple religions and once I read Rumi, I was hooked. At least for the rest of the semester.
I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Until next time,
Kate
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