Well, Navy Boy and I are doing quite well. He's coming up to Jersey again this weekend, which I can completely not wait for. Thank God tomorrow is Friday! Other than that...
My classes are scheduled to start soon, so maybe these posts will become a little more insightful and philosophical and whatnot. A little more interesting.
Btw - for all of you that enjoy reading, you should probably pick up Youth In Revolt. It's written in the form of a male 14 year old's journal as he "becomes a man." It's quite good.
~Vix~
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
It's Over...
Camp that is. Eight weeks of waking up early, teaching four and five lessons everyday then having to sit and guard in the afternoon or give private lessons and then returning home at 4:15 to get up and do it all over again the next day is over. Arguing with kids and persuading kids to get in the water on a cold day or just in general, arguing with counselors who don't do their job, arguing with coworkers who don't do their job is over. The games, the songs, the chants, the hugs, the excitement at the smallest of redundancies, and kids yelling my name because they are so excited to see me is over. And I already miss it.
This summer, as you might have guessed from previous entries, has been the best in recent history. I loved my job more than I can express. It brought me back to the days when I went to camp as a camper. The excitement at the prospect of being able to swim all day, or the urge to do the biggest cannon ball I can muster, and having that crush on that one camp counselor (and he knows who he is) all came rushing back to me in the past eight weeks.
These kids made me laugh, laugh harder and want to go back to being a kid. Saying goodbye to them today was one of the hardest things I have done all summer. Surprisingly I was ok. Until I saw Froggy, one of my older kids, who came up behind me, and said my name in this quiet little voice and when I turned around and saw the tears in his eyes, that was it for me. He was so sad to be leaving camp and as I hugged him I knew exactly how he felt.
I said in all my letters how much I enjoyed each of my kids, and how much fun I had this summer, and that I couldn't wait until next summer. I meant every word of it, no matter how cliche it might have sounded.
Honestly, truly, and from the bottom of my heart, I can't wait for next summer.
This summer, as you might have guessed from previous entries, has been the best in recent history. I loved my job more than I can express. It brought me back to the days when I went to camp as a camper. The excitement at the prospect of being able to swim all day, or the urge to do the biggest cannon ball I can muster, and having that crush on that one camp counselor (and he knows who he is) all came rushing back to me in the past eight weeks.
These kids made me laugh, laugh harder and want to go back to being a kid. Saying goodbye to them today was one of the hardest things I have done all summer. Surprisingly I was ok. Until I saw Froggy, one of my older kids, who came up behind me, and said my name in this quiet little voice and when I turned around and saw the tears in his eyes, that was it for me. He was so sad to be leaving camp and as I hugged him I knew exactly how he felt.
I said in all my letters how much I enjoyed each of my kids, and how much fun I had this summer, and that I couldn't wait until next summer. I meant every word of it, no matter how cliche it might have sounded.
Honestly, truly, and from the bottom of my heart, I can't wait for next summer.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Moving on...
So this past weekend I went to a wedding with a friend of mine. Now let me fill you in on something slightly important at this point. Whenever I hear about an engagement, the song "Another One Bites The Dust" goes through my head, so apply that to weddings and you should understand me a little bit better. But it was fun, all the same and I got a chance to hang out with my friend without people asking me to do things or being bothered by my family.
So here's what I thought about in the back of my head this weekend - ideas about how I would like my wedding to go, how much simpler I want my wedding, how I'm not remotely ready to get engaged, and anything that had to do with this subject.
Other than that, this is the last week of camp (yay! and sad face). I've had a great summer. Truly and honestly. This summer brought me back to the simple joys of summer time, and of life, that I had forgotten while being bogged down in college. And despite the fiasco with my foot, it really has been a great summer. I'm going to miss all my kids, each and every one of them has made such an impact on me. From Semaj who wouldn't listen, to the kids that tried their hardest each and every day and progressed by leaps and bounds. I can't wait for next summer to be here so that I can "do it all over again!"
So here's what I thought about in the back of my head this weekend - ideas about how I would like my wedding to go, how much simpler I want my wedding, how I'm not remotely ready to get engaged, and anything that had to do with this subject.
Other than that, this is the last week of camp (yay! and sad face). I've had a great summer. Truly and honestly. This summer brought me back to the simple joys of summer time, and of life, that I had forgotten while being bogged down in college. And despite the fiasco with my foot, it really has been a great summer. I'm going to miss all my kids, each and every one of them has made such an impact on me. From Semaj who wouldn't listen, to the kids that tried their hardest each and every day and progressed by leaps and bounds. I can't wait for next summer to be here so that I can "do it all over again!"
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