Mariposa

I recently embarked on the Senior Salute, an evening cruise for the class of 2001 that marked the first of many rituals surrounding graduation. Circling around Lake Washington on the Argosy was a microcosmic experience of the last four years. Looking around, I recognized a few faces from general education classes, a few good friends […]

Marisposa

Today I called my sister. Years ago, we formed the now-disbanded "Sister Club," dedicated to collecting cans and trading them for the 5-cent deposit. We’d then invest the profit, supplemented by Mom, in such crucial club purchases as our mascot (a fluffy stuffed dog named Pat) and a folder for newspaper clippings. Our favorite clippings […]

Marisposa

Coming home from an enlightening walk around Green Lake with my pastor, I was struck by a vision of what my future will be–not a vision so much as a van that cut us off at the intersection, but it had my name written all over it. Literally. "Kayla’s Karpet Kleaners." Kute, eh? An answer […]

Mariposa

I went to Upper Queen Anne today with the express purpose of making myself study. A difficult task in general for spring quarter, an impossible one for seniors. I made a valiant attempt to stay in the present, but the past kept coming up to haunt me. I picked up my book and my eyes […]

Mariposa

Graduation dawns closer, and there’s only one thing that scares me more than wearing those triangle hats: the roommate search. It only takes one disastrous roommate situation to embitter one toward the whole "community living" thing. Been there. The people I’m planning to live with this summer are three of my best friends, but I […]

The real world gains appeal

Congratulations, Greg. After a quarter-and-a-half of excuses for not continuing my column, "Mariposa," (too busy, burned out, writers’ block, washing my hair), your article ("The real world lacks appeal of SPU") was just the incentive I needed to state my mind. It’s a little early in the year for the annual "spring clothing makes me […]

Mariposa Abroad

I’ve been getting really good at keeping my mouth shut. Those who are nearest and dearest may find this an unbelievable state of affairs on my part, but they are also oblivious to my "Seattle accent," so what do they know? Last weekend was the first time I was the only American in a group […]

Mariposa Abroad

Beauty always comes mixed with a little irreverent discomfort. Last weekend I journeyed to Wales to view Tintern Abbey, a place of great spiritual significance and inspiration for poets through the ages. I wandered about the ruins, journaled and prayed, then spent an hour in the blazing sun trying to hitch a ride back to […]