Why I Love Mornings

6:00 am – Damn, I don’t want to get out of bed.

6:05 am – When they mean absolutely no absences, do you think they count Wednesday mornings?

6:09 am – OK, lets get moving.

6:22 am – Bike is jammed between the door and the wall because the door won’t open all the way due to Syd’s skateboard propped at the bottom of the stairs. This sucks.

6:32 am – Whew, Starbucks. One coffee, one bagel, one happy Tim.

6:33 am – Really? I left my homework at home?

6:36 am – Why’d I get coffee? I got to ride my bike back home with a coffee?

6:39 am – Man in wheelchair says, “What, you can’t hold the door open for a guy in a wheelchair?” I stand and stare at him. “Looks like you can unlock your bike just fine, why can’t you figure out how to hold a door open?” I stand and stare. I still say nothing. The man starts to shake his head slowly like all that is wrong with the world is bottled up inside of me. But I love people in wheelchairs I want to shout. Too late, he’s scooted away.

6:52 am – Back home. Door won’t open cause Syd has skateboard propped at bottom of stairs.

This is why i love portland! We build sand castles in the city.

Back together

This is what happens when world teach alumni get together... We show each other how cool technology is!

My friend from the marshall islands came and visited me as a surprise! Go hemant! Let the awkward times roll!

You and I

You...
you are nothing but a one-celled ameba,
and I...
I am a soaring eagle.

You...
you are just the kitchen spill,
and I...
I am the prime rib.

You...
you are a rusted tailpipe,
and I...
I am the Corvette.

You...
you are the glint in someone’s eye,
and I...
I am the whole sun.

You...
you are the ink underneath someone’s nails,
and I...
I am the masterpiece.

You...
you are the bad hair day,
and I...
I am the Oscar walk.

You...
you are the wrinkly shirt,
and I...
I am the Italian suit.

You...
you are a scraped knee,
and I...
I am the sweet lay-in.

You...
you are nothing,
and I...
I am something.

“I love you.”

“You do?”

“I love you, yes I do.”

“I love you too.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re not so bad.”

Man, This Monday Sucks

Well, waking up this morning was hell. My feet hurt more than they have ever in my entire life. My left pinkie has lost all feeling for some reason and if I ever am still for more than a few minutes I drift into sleep. But I had to push through it all this morning and turn in a paper. My friend coffee was the only thing to get me through...

Do I regret it? No! I rode 200+ miles yesterday, what did you do?

What was the STP for you?

What was the STP for you?

Your thoughts on STP

We all made it alive! Who wants to join in next year?

Sydney made it! He had to finish on jannet's bike, about two sizes too small but a bike all the same!

Jim made it!

Thomas made to the end alive!

We did it!

Ten miles to go. I am hurting but dan says, when does this thing get hard?

Made it to st helens. Only twenty five to go. Am so tired. Hope i can make it.

Everyone lining up for ride over long view bridge. I am nervous. This is steep.

Life saving.

The hill of death. I made it alive. Sort of. 60 to go.

Start of the second day!

Getting ready for the second day. Oh and mom, you try spelling correctly from a phone?