
Around that same time I got a job at the Polynesian Cultural Center working as a waitress at a Luau. It's pretty great. I have to say my favorite part of the job is the trendy, fashionable dress.

In all seriousness, dress aside, I do love my job. I get to meet people from all over the world. Everyday is a new challenge, trying to understand heavily accented English, using my mediocre Spanish, and saying hello in over fifteen different languages. I guess that's also my favorite part of going to school here; there aren't a lot of people here from America, and most Americans aren't from the mainland. I've met people from places that I'd never even heard of (and trust me, I've heard of most countries, thanks to my mom and her creative summer school lessons). I've made friends with people from every inhabitable continent, learned phrases in languages I'd never thought I'd come in contact with, and been motivated by some amazing stories. There was a girl in one of my classes who was the first girl from Madagascar to go to an American college. The PCC offers scholarships for students from other countries who want to go to school here, so there are tons of students who come from dire situations and who've never had such a good opportunity to have such a great education. It has helped me be more aware and grateful for the blessing of school, family, and being raised in a great country with lots of opportunity!
And on that note, here is a dead fish.
