Okay, so I am in ID again, and today's topic is speed. More appropriately, the fact my life is moving at a very high one and shows no signs of slowing any time soon. I spent yesterday in class, yesterday night at the beach, and today in meetings and budget hearings. On the upside, I may be getting a stipend increase next year. On the down side, I won't be getting enough pay for all the shit I went through this year in an attempt to get a financial hold on things.
So why did I go to the beach? To think actually. If you drive far enough south past Carmel, the road starts to wind along the coast (Highway 1). There you can find a nice spot to pull off and walk down to the ocean. The part I picked was a way out, and the trail wasn't as good as the others. Which is okay, since I wasn't keen on people following me. The moon gave enough light to see by, so I could see where the trail was washed off down the cliff. It wasn't steep or anything, but it probably would have hurt. I got a call from Marce that almost made me slip when climbing down, but I talked to her once I finished (4 foot drop). The cove ruined my cellular signal, so I had to hang up, climb out, and call her back. I then found a small protected area from the wind and talked to Marce for a while.
Finally I headed back, tired of the ocean and tired of the thoughts running through my head. I returned to the reality that was school, did my budget hearing presentation for ICC to Student Voice, and will continue with the usual routine throughout the day, which means C.O.O.L. and ICC meetings in the evening.
Oceans and dreams
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