BIG FAT DISCLAIMER
This section is really the heck old.
Hello.
About Me pages are always the hardest, because in general anyone who is reading “About Me” on Kyle Pflug’s weblog already knows Kyle Pflug and by extension knows at least something About Him.
So, naturally, I’ll start with a disclaimer (as bloggers are wont to do.) The best way to get to know me is not to read About it. If you are actually interested, you’d be much better off talking to me, or at the very least perusing what I have to say.
But still, I might as well give in and make a profile page. After all, this way I get to post pictures and talk about my childhood and stuff.
In general, I’m a pretty average human being. I’m a stereotypical conservative white rural Christian upper middle class male in his senior year who drives an SUV to community college, writes quasi-poetry in his creative moments, plays computer games in his brain-dead moments, and slips into the third person sporadically in his expositional moments.
I live in the beautiful and peculiarly secluded Hobart, WA, which is nested between the suburban Maple Valley and the ultrarural (as in “government protected”) Cedar River Watershed, which was founded by Chester Morse, a great-grandrelative of mine. He’s got a lake named after him.
I’ve lived in the same place — even the same house, save the first few months of my life while it was under construction — for essentially all of my life, and as such have developed a (bewildering) attachment to the Pacific Northwest. Even though it rains too much, snows too little, taxes are an epidemic, the county wants our land (to prevent development for us, how kind), and traffic is a nightmare, I love the area.
Being 18 years old and, at least for the next few months, inextricably bound to Hobart has its disadvantages. For example, the majority of my friends live at least an hour away in Bothell, the nearest movie theatre is 30 minutes away in Issaquah, and my school is 45 minutes away in Bellevue.
Still, the area is not without its charms. We try to spend at least part of our summers at our grandparents’ cabin in the San Juans, on the gloriously secluded Blakely Island, which is accessible only by small boat or small plane.
I have been blessed with the opportunity to become a licensed private pilot, and so when the weather cooperates I try to go flying as often as possible in a Cessna 140 that is owned by my grandparents and operated by my family, extended and nuclear. As for other hobbies — well, I suppose I may someday create a seperate page for that, but I write poetry which pretends it doesn’t suck, I play games, and I dink around with blogs and stuff. The major social highlights of my week are Mondays at a bible study with some fellow Seniors and Steve, Wednesdays at youth group, and Thursdays/Fridays for History class and hanging out with friends.
Speaking of friends, let’s talk a bit about my history here.
For the first few years of my academic career, I was homeschooled by my then-stay-at-home mom, which was cool because I never actually did anything. Starting in my second-grade, I attended Shadow Lake Elementary school, where I was taught by a Mrs. Quirie who I thought was the coolest teacher ever. I cried when they made me transfer across the street to Cedar River Elementary for fourth grade with the nazi tree-hugger Mrs. (Removed), who was so evil she made me do my math homework (!).
In fifth grade, my parents had me move to Providence Classical Christian School, which was then located in Bellevue, WA. I attended there from 5th through 9th grades, and while I learned a ton and got a great classical education for my age… well, it was demanding, and left no room for social life. Plus I popped out the other end of the machine as a closed-minded snob of a fundamentalist Christian. Sorry.
Anyway, after five years there, we could no longer afford the rising tuition and the tendency to move north (the school was by then located in Lynnwood, WA, which after carpooling, etc., was about a two and a half hour ride each way for me. Ninth grade was a long, long year, where I left home at 5am and returned at 6-7pm). So, begrudgingly (since by then all my friends were at Lynnwood) I moved to Liberty High School in Renton.
Liberty sucked.
For my Junior year, I entered Running Start full-time at Liberty’s expense, where I was reunited with a lot of my friends. I also took classes on the side with some of my old teacher from Providence, including rhetoric/composition, literature, hermeneutics, and Latin. It was a pretty intense year, but very enjoyable over all. I probably got more from that year than any other single year. That was also the year I re-joined my church and youth group, and went on a mission trip with my church to Mexico.
This year, I’ve been hit full-blast by a profound and, if I do say so myself, well-deserved case of Senioritis. Most of my classes at BCC were online classes or telecourses, mostly becuase that’s all that was offered, and I haven’t taken as much side-work — just some high-school completion stuff so I can get a diploma that unifies all my work from PCCS, Liberty, BCC, and tutorials into one transcript, and a once-a-week History class with a UW associate professor (which was a ton of fun). Now, I’m basically finished.
In the near-term future, I’m planning to attend Whitworth College in Spokane, WA for four years, hopefully with a semi-steady job for that time. In the long term, I’m not sure what I want to do, but I’m potentially interested in youth ministry, law, aviation, and the military. Maybe I’ll be some kind of flying Army God-lawyer.. I don’t know.
