Following is an article written by Diana about her experience on Maui, which was published on "The North Star", the newsmagazine of her school, Pickerington High School North, in Pickerington, Ohio.
Trip to Maui
Diana Rivera
May 2005
There's only one way to have fun in this lackluster Wisteria Lane-like suburbia called Pickerington. We have to be unconstrained: live without a plan!
It's only my sophomore year, and high school has already gotten so dull. Outside of seven hours of school and what feels like 10 hours of homework a night, our lives consist of a redundant nothingness. Filling in the nothingness consists of watching The OC wishing we were the beautiful Mischa Barton. Of course, there are friends. Friends: those who you know, like, and trust. Now that’s pretty bland.
We all have those friends, though, who we just keep a little closer than others. Have you ever had one of those times that you felt like your life had changed... a night that you just never wanted to end? You were with someone whom you felt couldn't be replaced, feeling like a different person, in a much better way.
During this past spring break, I had around seven of those days.
My friend, Izu Miyazaki, and I went to Maui. How we got there seems unreal in itself. Most people plan their vacations so far ahead, but Izu and I were hanging out two weekends before spring break when we even got the idea to go there.
I had mentioned how my dad lived in Hawaii; I could not go alone to visit, and my sister was unavailable. The lightbulb went off. When the plane landed less than three weeks later on the little island, it was mindblowing and surreal.
I did not think I was going to see my dad until school let out in June, which saddened me deeply. The adrenaline that rushed through us as we hit the ground could not be contained. We were little girls on Christmas getting our Cabbage Patch kid dolls.
We had absolutely no plan when we got there. Sure there's a beach, but we made it ten times better. Izu had never been to the ocean since she could remember. We didn't even wait to get in our swimsuits, nonetheless get home, to jump in . We stopped by a beach right by my dad's house and ran in waist deep in our airport clothes. Quite uncomfortable, but don't confuse comfort with happiness.
That ocean we first jumped into was quite calm. Our first real ocean (with waves!) was in Paia. We had gone to breakfast at Charley's (best on Maui!), a place where Willie Nelson likes to dine. Afterward, when we went to the ocean, we obviously did not have our swimsuits, but that didn't stop us.
Yes, we did look quite odd in front of many people in soaked shirts and shorts. Once we went into Walmart in that state, we knew our superficial need to look perfect all the time was gone, and it felt great.
One thing we did plan on was our trip to Hana, a desolate part of the island whose beauty attracts many tourists. A large rain cloud came that left us unable to see as much. As pictured on the left, we weren't the least bit dry or warm. That was our fault; we jumped under a waterfall without thinking. It didn't matter though, this trip taught me to appreciate things that had not been normally given to me.
After we got past the downpour of rain, we saw bright green canyons and mountains with deep ridges. The whining about a lack of music in the car, my lack of sleep, unpaved roads, etc, had disappeared. It was worth going through the cumbersome atmosphere for, even though I had been there before.
I could go on and on about how I became a more an indebted person. OK, so I still do spend too much time deciding my wardrobe since I have been back, but I still feel like a better person. I realized the abyss of what I had been given when I was told, "You are on the most isolated place on earth. Think about all the people from where you come from and what they would give to be in your position."
I am so much more relaxed about life in general now, and I wish other people could be too. One thing is definite: don't be afraid.
Sure, Izu and I regret some things (long story), but if we hadn't had that spontaneity, our spring break wouldn't have been nearly as fun.
So, don't live with regrets or you'll forget the times you thought you'd always remember.
Also, have you told your friends how much they mean to you recently? They're all you have here in good ol' Picktown.
Diana Rivera
May 2005
There's only one way to have fun in this lackluster Wisteria Lane-like suburbia called Pickerington. We have to be unconstrained: live without a plan!
It's only my sophomore year, and high school has already gotten so dull. Outside of seven hours of school and what feels like 10 hours of homework a night, our lives consist of a redundant nothingness. Filling in the nothingness consists of watching The OC wishing we were the beautiful Mischa Barton. Of course, there are friends. Friends: those who you know, like, and trust. Now that’s pretty bland.
We all have those friends, though, who we just keep a little closer than others. Have you ever had one of those times that you felt like your life had changed... a night that you just never wanted to end? You were with someone whom you felt couldn't be replaced, feeling like a different person, in a much better way.
During this past spring break, I had around seven of those days.
My friend, Izu Miyazaki, and I went to Maui. How we got there seems unreal in itself. Most people plan their vacations so far ahead, but Izu and I were hanging out two weekends before spring break when we even got the idea to go there.
I had mentioned how my dad lived in Hawaii; I could not go alone to visit, and my sister was unavailable. The lightbulb went off. When the plane landed less than three weeks later on the little island, it was mindblowing and surreal.
I did not think I was going to see my dad until school let out in June, which saddened me deeply. The adrenaline that rushed through us as we hit the ground could not be contained. We were little girls on Christmas getting our Cabbage Patch kid dolls.
We had absolutely no plan when we got there. Sure there's a beach, but we made it ten times better. Izu had never been to the ocean since she could remember. We didn't even wait to get in our swimsuits, nonetheless get home, to jump in . We stopped by a beach right by my dad's house and ran in waist deep in our airport clothes. Quite uncomfortable, but don't confuse comfort with happiness.
That ocean we first jumped into was quite calm. Our first real ocean (with waves!) was in Paia. We had gone to breakfast at Charley's (best on Maui!), a place where Willie Nelson likes to dine. Afterward, when we went to the ocean, we obviously did not have our swimsuits, but that didn't stop us.
Yes, we did look quite odd in front of many people in soaked shirts and shorts. Once we went into Walmart in that state, we knew our superficial need to look perfect all the time was gone, and it felt great.
One thing we did plan on was our trip to Hana, a desolate part of the island whose beauty attracts many tourists. A large rain cloud came that left us unable to see as much. As pictured on the left, we weren't the least bit dry or warm. That was our fault; we jumped under a waterfall without thinking. It didn't matter though, this trip taught me to appreciate things that had not been normally given to me.
After we got past the downpour of rain, we saw bright green canyons and mountains with deep ridges. The whining about a lack of music in the car, my lack of sleep, unpaved roads, etc, had disappeared. It was worth going through the cumbersome atmosphere for, even though I had been there before.
I could go on and on about how I became a more an indebted person. OK, so I still do spend too much time deciding my wardrobe since I have been back, but I still feel like a better person. I realized the abyss of what I had been given when I was told, "You are on the most isolated place on earth. Think about all the people from where you come from and what they would give to be in your position."
I am so much more relaxed about life in general now, and I wish other people could be too. One thing is definite: don't be afraid.
Sure, Izu and I regret some things (long story), but if we hadn't had that spontaneity, our spring break wouldn't have been nearly as fun.
So, don't live with regrets or you'll forget the times you thought you'd always remember.
Also, have you told your friends how much they mean to you recently? They're all you have here in good ol' Picktown.