Katastrophic KP

 Introduction First off, I want to introduce myself, tell what this little blog site will be all about, and the reason I am starting to blog. To do this, I'm going to split this first post into two parts: the first post being my introduction and the second being the reason for the blog and what it will be like.  Without further ado, I will go ahead. My name is Kray, but I acquired the nickname "KP" by my peers when I got to college. I was raised in small town, South Dakota. I really did love it: the small town drama, driving down dirt roads on Saturday, and being able to participate in everything and anything people could get me to do. In this small town I participated in three sports: basketball, track, and cross country. I was never too great at basketball. My junior and senior years I played center on the varsity basketball team as a 6'2", 150 pound kid. It didn't go well. I was clumsy and weak, always on the floor and never able to be too effective.  My m

  Happy Place             My heart nearly halts at one site because of its serenity. This venue brings me ultimate peace; I use it as my happy place. When I need a moment to feel calm and relaxed, I look no further than this setting. When I feel anxiety coming on, I escape to this locus in my mind. When I am there, I feel as if every worry I’ve ever had is minimized to nothing. If I were to meditate to find inner peace, I would begin here: at my grandparents’ place on the river.             Our family usually cruises easily over the final stretch of the four-mile gravel road that winds, rolls, and curves through the farmland leading to my grandparents’ cabin. We get to the top of the hill where we can look down on the Missouri River and see the boats tied to the buoys and the sun shimmering off the blueish-green water. After we roll through the cattleguard and into the driveway, we can see the water, scattered with speed boats, pontoons, sailboats, and paddleboats. The sun continue

  Dad In my bedroom, I have a dark-wooden dresser with a few gashes and gouges in it from over the years. There are flowery designs along the top and sides of the dresser. It has a mirror that protrudes from the dresser’s smooth top. It comes up about three feet, and there are three points on the top. The mirror itself is clouded and covered in spots of God-knows-what. In the middle of the mirror is a small black and white headshot of Jesus, the one you see in church all the time. He is looking to the right. Surrounding the small picture of Jesus are eight sticky notes with a navy-blue heading reading “Burke High School District 26-2”. On these sticky notes is my dad’s handwriting, all capital letters and robotic looking. The sticky notes always begin the same: “DEAR KRAY, HAVE A GREAT FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.” The sticky notes continue with encouraging messages telling me how awesome I am and how I am ready to attack the current school year from the fifth grade to senior year. Whenever