Sunday, June 27, 2010

What I learned at camp so far

What I learned this week at Camp Bayouca:
Always drink your juice
Leia will marry someone named Lando Vader
I'm almost a dead-center personality type (technically a combination of a Golden Retriever/Otter)
Diesel engines are much different than gas
Swamp walks are disgusting, yet team-building
Kitchens are hot
Weed whacking is difficult
Always drink your juice
Bonfires are hot (especially when you're standing on the hot edge of it)
When rowing back to the dock, it helps to lift the anchor
Every one is horrid at trashcan free-throws except Ish
There are a lot of random words that trigger songs in my head
it was Jessica Jenne's birthday Thursday many times over
The diving board's only rated to 200lbs.
Croyish is an amazing team (apparently unlike the U.S. soccer team...go Slovakia)
Always drink your juice
I was there for the entirely wrong reasons
So, at first I was going to camp just because it was a job at a place I liked to pay for my text books. I also thought that if I lost a little weight and gained a little muscle, it wouldn't be a bad thing. When I arrived, however, I realized all that was wrong. Now even though I don't necessarily agree completely with some of their doctrine (nothing that will cause a problem), I do see the amazing potential for God's movement in that camp. Thursday, I had a complete melt-down over the stress and tiredness and, mostly thanks to the other maintenance worker, Christian, I realized my error and have begun to remedy it. Well, it wasn't just Christian, it was also Kattie and Lindsy's never-fading smiles, John and Danielle's drive to always work, late-night theological discussions with James, and everyone else.
Anyhow, I'm better now. committed to working for God and for the campers and not myself. I know it'll be hard (oh, I'm sweeping, mopping, running around, cleaning bathrooms and doing any other sort of fix or manual labor) but I'm committed. Next week is Precious Jewels Week, the mentally handicapped week, and I'm a little scared. I've never really worked with MH people before, and I'm scared I'll do something wrong. After that it's Senior high week, which shouldn't be too bad. then it gets really easy with two weeks of Junior camp. Then a round of Junior high and finish with two weeks of Family camp. All in all, a busy, yet rewarding summer.
Oh, if you need to contact me, I won't have my computer, but I'll have my phone. Unfortunately, I don't have much time of good signal, or much time. So I'll check it on breaks and respond, but a full conversation would be rare. if you don't have a cell, you can email me at 3154067562@vtext.com and it'll appear as a text on my phone (limit 140 characters)
I'll have a new update next Saturday!

Friday, June 18, 2010

Last thoughts

So, yeah, I've just finished cleaning out my room today (well, it's been week-long project) and I kept getting the strangest feeling when I was done. I didn't feel like my room anymore; it felt more like a hotel room that happened to have my stuff in it. I felt almost like I didn't belong. Is this what leaving for college feels like? I want to just skip all this transitioning. I want to jump to my own apartment, my own job, and (if at all possible) my own friends and girlfriend. This whole college thing? Why's it have to be so weird?
Anyhow, I'm done here for the week. Tomorrow I leave to be at Le Moyne for two days for orientation (Still bummed I miss Michelle's Graduation party). No clue what's actually going to happen, so it might be interesting. Then, I pack Sunday night to leave at the crack of dawn Monday morning to work for nine weeks. I'll be home from about noon Saturday to supper Sunday night, just enough to to update and get updated. This'll be my main outlet and I'll be posting the links on FaceBook. Not much more to say right now, I'll just leave with a song that'd been playing in my head since I finished cleaning/packing away. just wish I could come to terms with this thinking.



Wednesday, June 09, 2010

Upon graduation

thoughts that occurred to me, on this, the final day of finals.

Wow, haven't updated my status in a while.
School's over, but my mind's in denial.
It feels so anti-climatic,
Yet not without being melodramatic.
I'm done, finished, finito,
Time to eat my last Frito.