The day after I got home from Costa Rica, I turned right around and flew just about as far from Boston as I could (the warrant out for my arrest was heating up and my affiliates recommeded I leave quickly). After 12 hours of flying, approximately the same amount of time it takes a sloth to get down from a tree, I landed in Hawaii after having made such good friends with my seatmate that we decided to room together while in Laie. The arrangement has worked out swimmingly; we are as close as brothers already. Can I just give a great big Hawaiian "Aloha!" to all my Peeps here on the Islands? Let me say that I absolutely love this state. I believe it was the last to join the other 49, and we truly saved the best for last. Oh how I love Thee, let me count the waves. First, I love my school. BYU-Hawaii was clearly an inspired idea. I love my teachers, I love the eclectic student body (I've met people from Cambodia, Pakistan, Korea, Japan, China and all over the South Pacific including Fiji, Samoa, Tonga and Hawaii) and the small campus. I love the facilities (yea know, like the weight room and library) and the close proximity to the beach. I love to surf and I love the consistently perfect weather with gentle, tropical breezes replenishing my skin daily. I love my new friends and I love the relaxed schedule. I go to class in the morning and then do my homework inbetween surfing, while laying out on the beach in the afternoon. That is a lot of ways. Yes, Hawaii is the best archipelago I have ever been too.