The First Month
Today it has been one month since I landed in Kona, Hawaii, and what an amazing month it’s turned out to be. My updates have been scarce, so let me bring you up to speed. I left small-town Duvall with a bikini, a few tank tops, and a lot of nerves. What is the campus like? Will I like my roommates? What if I’m not spiritual enough? I wish I could say my fears dissolved upon arrival, but they did not. My “campus tour” was being shown to my room where most of my roommates didn’t arrive until after I was asleep. The next morning, after meeting the seven girls I would be sharing a bathroom with for the next three months, I followed the sound of music until I found the place for morning worship. Rarely have I felt as uncomfortable as I did that first hour. People were jumping around, waving their hands in the air, and singing praise songs I had never heard at the top of their lungs. I had no idea what to do, so I stood with my hands folded trying not to stare while I pretende...