well no one mite read this but i am home. i am not happy. on my 4 week of school rather be back in LA with every one at the college have in a good time and laughing. i am sitting in class thinking about every one and remembering what i can about them. :’( i hope i see every one next year i hope and i miss and love all of u peace out
I am posting some photos of Graduation for you to look at, especially for those parents who couldn’t make it. We do have a video of Graduation and more pictures but they are still being edited. Until then, enjoy these pictures. You can find more Pipeline photos on the Pipeline Flickr page at http://www.flickr.com/photos/mediacommunity.
Graduation Certificate – Sorry Nick, yours is the guinea pig today.
Graduation Keynote Speaker Dr. Lori Arviso Alvord, the first woman Dine surgeon and author of The Scalpel and the Silver Bear.
Pipeline Students and Chumash friends all signing on stage during graduation.
Elder Robertjohn Knapp smiling during his graduation speech.
Hello everyone i wish u a fair well back home and I hope u have a safe trip home flying or drubbing and I hope to see u guys again soon andhopefully we can get together somewhere and meet again some day and I wish I can see u guys one last time tha k you everyone for sporting me and helping me the way through the two weeANSI stayed at pitzer I connected with so many people even the family at Malibu I won’t forget u guys and i will see u guys aga
The hardest thing, like, on the planet for me is being on time.
And I mean that by trying to be on time, without a gigantic clock staring at me in the face.
I know the boys complain about the lack of time for reading the book, Scalpel and the Silver Bear, but, man, the girls are the ones you should feel sorry. Not ONLY did they have to read the book, but we’ve got to make and finish a shawl by Saturday.
Have you ever made a shawl?
Mine from last year is STILL UNFINISHED.
But anyway, I’m working on my shawl right? With Jenna and Shea in their dorm, and the plastic needle is too giant for my teeny-tiny holes in there, and I hear my phone go off for a text message, and I turn it on and…
We’re not even out of the door, and we’re nine minutes late for our next class.
And yeah… that ended up happening like two more times. I think I ran a full mile today.
Dude, I was, and still am, wiped.
I apologize to Mr. Ramak Fazel, you’re a great photographer and speaker, for repeatedly dozing off and then jerking back up; I had an actual reason why I did.
I’m on Indian Time swag, and it is SO NOT FUN.
Let’s see, what else… we did stories today. We did story-telling class, and I had to be the main character, Owl, and I am fine if you ask me to act something out, I’m okay with that…
But, dude, I STINK AT IT.
I’m shocked anyone even laughed at my acting. I thought ya’ll would be looking at me like I had a third hand attached to my half-sunburned forehead.
(no, really… HALF of it is sunburned. just half.)
And then, Gina (and Jackie), I love you, but, honey. I look awful in every picture I have ever taken, so I will continue to make faces at the camera. My mentors have taught me well. If that’s going to happen, I might as well intentialy make it look awful.
I think I covered it all: Indian time stinks, I stink at acting, and my pictures will always have me puffing out my cheeks and giving you the stink eye.
Consider my low-self esteem relatively heightened.