The place I am leaving or the place I am going? Still dressed in full football pads, I sit alone in the journalism computer lab, editing copy a few minutes before 9 p. Actually, that I do mind a little.
My frantic actions heightened my senses, mobilized my spirit. In my case, freshman year Western Civilization and my eccentric teacher allowed me to learn the benefit of hard work and determination. Home is the in-between, the cusp of transition — that is where I feel most content. For some, the Arctic is simply too far away, and the oceans will always teem with life, while for others these problems seem too great to ever conquer.
I also worked to apply myself constructively in other ways. Writing on a page has a physicality: each word by itself could seem mundane and even unimaginative, but the way I choose to arrange them on the page makes them meaningful. It was unexpected and I only had a week to find a new host family.
And while I have had these same feelings many times over, I organized letter-writing campaigns, protested, and petitioned the oil companies to withdraw.