at p.'s school orientation day last week i chatted with some of the other parents. one of them used to live in hawaii and i asked where (honolulu) and then mentioned that i lived about 20 mins away from where she did for about 8 years. she asked where, and when i told her "nanakuli" she got a surprised look on her face and asked, "what were you doing there?"
"growing up and going to school, mostly..." i said, "grade 7-12."
"wow. and you actually made it through it!" she said extending a hand in a congratulatory hand shake.
sometimes it's fun(ny) being from a regionally infamous place. go hawks, black and gold! heh.
(for those who have never been to nanakuli, it's a little town on the leeward side of oahu that has a reputation for being a bit .. rough at times. and particularly not the easiest place for a little foreign white boy to get along in. it is a beautiful location, however, and the people are capable of great acts of friendship, kindness, artistry and fun; something they prove through their actions often enough, ime. unfortunately it also has its troubles and struggles, many of which are not easily solved.)
update: i forgot to add an important bit of contextual information: the school p. is going to is a private school (public school to you backwards brits ;) located in a well-to-do suburbs and which, like most of this city, is predominantly white. i found that just made the mother's shock and comments even more funny. =)