A Small Scam Concocted at the On-Campus Beach!

The number one reason to come to Ross over a state school has got to be the on-campus beach. I’ve started bringing my bikini to campus. Change and head down the path cut in the mountain toward the gazebo next to the surf. How cool is that!? Most parts are full of river rocks, which is strange because it’s the ocean. Each one is a perfect pumice stone ranging from rough to fine. Three currently reside in my shower to alleviate the newly formed calluses on my black-bottomed feet. I thought about selling the stones on ebay as ‘all natural’ or ‘organic’ pumice stones, lol, the things idiots buy. I figured I’d get arrested and sent to prison for 3 years like the guy that broke in next door when we registered for classes.

The other BEST part of the beach thing, though, is the BLACK SAND!!! It doesn’t look real. It just sparkles and like black diamonds… or stars in the night’s sky. It’s truly incredible. I scooped up a whole bunch and brought it back to my apt. I will be sending that to the states so if you want some, make sure I have your mailing address!!! There are an exurbanite amount of conch shells, which I have also labourously hauled up the mountain cut path, up the mountain that is campus, down the narrow highway back to my house, and all the way up the stairs to my 3rd story apt. Sufficed to say, I will not be mailing out those heavy things.

The past two weeks my life has been relatively dedicated to exams, but I have concocted at least one scam that my parents will surely dread. I will share!!!

The first of which begins as such: I was walking to school one day and out of the corner of my eye I saw something in the bushes move. I stopped and was looking when I saw a pair of horses tethered to a tree. One brown and one a dapply-apply grey. I kept walkimg. Running late for school (my definition of being late is not getting there an hour before my first class). So a week goes by and no horse. Sunday was so hot and I just could not study at the apt. (This is where his owners screwed up) I’m walking to campus, and at the corner of my street, I see him. The grey was tangled up in his rope, so I started to untangle him. He’s such a love bug and very smart. He went under the rope when I lifted it and over the rope when I lowered it. Then he nickered at me and followed me as I left until his rope would let him follow no more. Thus develops my crush. Monday as I headed to campus I brought peppermints, because Zaldi (the love of my life)loves peppermints. He recognized me but didn’t eat the peppermints so I was crushed. That afternoon I brought him mangos from the world's best mango tree, but he was gone!

I looked and looked but the grey was no where to be found. I started walking down the street, further and further. The other students watched me, horrified, as a disappeared into a field with grass that exceeded the tree’s height be at least two feet. I heard noise and went that direction only to be disappointed be a rather friendly bay. I gave him one of my three mangos. I heard another sound and ventured deeper into the brush to find a one-eyed horse. He too got a mango, which made me start to panic fore I only had one mango left. I kept walking then saw the grey. He stood up straight and nickered to me. As I fed him my last mango I noticed there must have been 5 other horses tethered about. Soon I started to feel guilty for not bring more mangos, especially since the horses seemed to like them so much and even knew to spit out the giant oval seed.

My scam is thus: find the owner and convince him to let me feed the grey (whom I named Jake) treats, groom him, bathe him on weekends, get him a nose thing so the halter doesn’t cut into his nose as much, vet wrap him if he gets hurt, and let me ride him on occasion. He’s a rainforest pony, so they guy that owns this sting of horses charges tourists $50-75US to ride per day. I miss my ponies back home so much I think I’m going thru pony withdrawal… or pet withdrawal. This not having pets thing is so weird; it just doesn’t feel right.