In Hawaii I am never on time. Or … let me rephrase that; in Hawaii I live on Hawaii time. Where time is an ambiguous term, prone to change at whim, ruled by weather and the general mood of the day. The bus has a schedule, but don’t expect it to be there when you think it will. Stores that are supposed to open at 8am might just open at “12-ish” instead, depending on the surfing conditions. And certain teachers are always ten minute late for class, except when you expect them to be late and they arrive ten minutes early for class. The same applies to the students.

This semester I am trying to force some order into this state of flux that I’ve been living in. You might have noticed that I am inseparable from my beloved Triwa-wathes (the purple and the tropical one), but right now I am dreaming of adding a new one to my collection. The Nevil-model has been on my wishlist for a year, but so far I have failed to acquire it. Now, my birthday is coming up in just a couple of weeks, so all hope is not lost and so on..

Until then I am slowly trying to incorporate a schedule into the habitual island time.