2002 - An education switch and a few more lines on the paper

Even though this year had a few tricks up its sleeve for my writing,
it would last long into the autumn before they started to show.
The spring was partly occupied by meetings at school,
which resulted in a mutual agreement of me simply finishing
that first year, and then abandoning the education.
The harder thing, although it went smooth once worked out,
was to decide what to do instead.

Choice finally fell on an information/graphic design-thing,
which fittingly carried the name of Media and Communication.
I guess it followed lots of the main route of mine at that moment,
being shy/scared as hell at first. Always been kinda nervous
and pulled back around new people, although that have probably
been extended with an even worse thing lately, being too straight forward.

Anyway, what could probably be labeled as the biggest shock that far in my life,
came right at the end of that first schoolweek. We had all gathered down at the
small beach, simply having a good time. We, or rather the one of my uncles who'd
inherited it, had made the decision to sell away an old boat, built by my grandfather
in the early 70's. Oh well, they put it into the water, a few dry-cracks in the wood
from hanging in the roof for so many years, but nothing serious.
Did some maintenance, started up and ran it and put batteries on charge.

No one really knew what happened, maybe the charger got shorted and really warm,
thus setting the soft floormats in the boat on fire. I remember laying on the pier
and reading when seeing smoke coming out from the corner of the boathouse.
Was just thinking that it was my uncle burning some old stuff, and didn't think
too much of it until I heard a crackling sound through the wall.
Ran to the opening of where that old boat was and saw clouds of black smoke
bellowing up inside it.

After that, of course the other ones had discovered as well, it was pure mayhem.
We all called the firefighters, they might have been there in just minutes,
but it felt like hours. It wasn't really much left to do than to prevent
the fire from spreading. I guess we were lucky that no one got hurt,
although I was scared as hell afterwards. Reason? I had been laying in the cabin
of said boat reading, about 20 mins before the fire broke out.
Moved out because it was too hot and sticky in there. Ironic, huh?
Of course it got in the local news the monday after, and we saved the papers.

Other than that, the rest of the year went pretty calm.
There wasn't really much happening in the writer's corner either.
Or at least not until christmas.

Was trying to pull together a a project, completely made from own material,
but somehow, I never found the nerve, or core if you like, that would take
the whole project through to the finish line.
I don't know what it was. Maybe a lack of motivation.
Anyway, five tracks were written and hidden in the vaults.
Little did I know how much use they would be making just one year from then.
At least two of them. Even though they were rewritten and re-arranged a bit.
So I guess that was where I was standing as another year crossed the line.