Closure is a good thing. Seeing as I am home in Boston, it seems appropriate that I give an accounting of my tenure at BYU-Hawai'i. Let me sum it up with nine words: "Working hard or hardly working, but mostly the latter." Hawai'i was an absolute blast. I skydove, cliff-jumped, hiked, surfed, beached, stargazed, boogie-boarded yurt...-ed, and flipped into various pools of water. I travelled by beater car, fancy car, road bike, Chaos bike (the most exciting, by far), Chaos pegs, longboard, pie (Spanish for feet; I try to accomadate my multilingual audience as much as I can), TheBus (Hawai'ian for "The Bus"), canoe, and homemade airplane (at least that's how it felt on the skydiving plane). I got stung by a jellyfish and scarred by a cockroach. I swam in waves taller than me, and saw a man doing fire poi balls on the beach. I ate Kailua island pig, a clam I found on the beach and immediately boiled upon returning home, threw a SPAM jam, had pineapple ice cream and fresh pineapple at the Dole Plantation, and drank lots of sea water (not recommeded; and be careful, my experience has been that if you find a coconut floating in the ocean the liquid inside is not coconut milk, it's sea water). I went octopus hunting, watched the sunset at Sunset beach, watched the Sunrise on Stairway to Heaven, and biked to Ted's Bakery from Laie. I touched sea turtles, had a bonfire on the beach, made many, many, great friends, and bonded with my brother. Oh yea, I also went to classes. I aced them both.