I don't understand why people keep telling me I smell!
I miss one day of school for a field trip and I already feel like I'm going to die.
I made a new record [besides nights of no sleep at all]: Friday night, I got 45 minutes of sleep. YES!
Saturday night, I got two hours. YES!
These weekends always come at the best times ever. I know that no one came up to me saying that my talk changed them, but it felt so good to have everyone be so understanding afterwards. It also felt good during open forum when someone decided to thank me for picking an awesome song that he knows better than the song for the retreat.
Being on team is something so much more. We have this six weeks leading up to it and there's all this work to do and you're like "what hell did i get myself into". Then it's the Sunday before and it's like cramming to do EVERYTHING all at once and you're like "WHY AM I DOING THIS!" Then Fiday night comes and all the kids are standing outside the bus saying "I don't want to be here" and you're like "Great, what a fucking waste." Then it's Sunday afternoon at open forum right before closing mass and you have retreatant after retreatant saying "This chaged my life" and then you remember exactly why you did it: someone on team changed your life on phase one and you wanted to be that to someone else.
But being on team also means bonding with everyone else. Friday night all we said was "shit, I have to write letters for my small group and everyone on team", so we all stayed up until 3am saying "I should really start my letters" when all we wanted to do was watch mean girls and eat sun chips. Then Saturday morning you wake up at 6:30 from Tom barging into your door saying "you over-slept, asshole" and you realize you didn't even start. So you whip out some paper and spend every moment up until the distriubtion of letters to write letters to everyone, still making sure the freshmen don't know what you're doing [except I'm smart and stayed up until 5:45 writing letters]. Then Saturday night you're like "NO, WE'RE STAYING UP AND WATCHING MEAN GIRLS SO ANDREW CAN QUOTE IT ALL NIGHT". And even though Kelly makes you coffee, and cries in the process, you can hardly stay up past four and fall asleep.
This retreat was worth my entire being and more. I live for being embarrassed in front of an entire group of friends after I spent the last three rounds of Four Winds Blow[s] saying "TAKES SPANISH". I enjoy falling asleep during meditation, waking up only to know I missed all of the "OMG HE FELL ASLEEP" stories. I love staying up so late with the other team members that you make inside jokes so ridiculous that they're even funny when you wake up in the morning.
St.Mary's, and everything it "entails", is my life.
I made a new record [besides nights of no sleep at all]: Friday night, I got 45 minutes of sleep. YES!
Saturday night, I got two hours. YES!
These weekends always come at the best times ever. I know that no one came up to me saying that my talk changed them, but it felt so good to have everyone be so understanding afterwards. It also felt good during open forum when someone decided to thank me for picking an awesome song that he knows better than the song for the retreat.
Being on team is something so much more. We have this six weeks leading up to it and there's all this work to do and you're like "what hell did i get myself into". Then it's the Sunday before and it's like cramming to do EVERYTHING all at once and you're like "WHY AM I DOING THIS!" Then Fiday night comes and all the kids are standing outside the bus saying "I don't want to be here" and you're like "Great, what a fucking waste." Then it's Sunday afternoon at open forum right before closing mass and you have retreatant after retreatant saying "This chaged my life" and then you remember exactly why you did it: someone on team changed your life on phase one and you wanted to be that to someone else.
But being on team also means bonding with everyone else. Friday night all we said was "shit, I have to write letters for my small group and everyone on team", so we all stayed up until 3am saying "I should really start my letters" when all we wanted to do was watch mean girls and eat sun chips. Then Saturday morning you wake up at 6:30 from Tom barging into your door saying "you over-slept, asshole" and you realize you didn't even start. So you whip out some paper and spend every moment up until the distriubtion of letters to write letters to everyone, still making sure the freshmen don't know what you're doing [except I'm smart and stayed up until 5:45 writing letters]. Then Saturday night you're like "NO, WE'RE STAYING UP AND WATCHING MEAN GIRLS SO ANDREW CAN QUOTE IT ALL NIGHT". And even though Kelly makes you coffee, and cries in the process, you can hardly stay up past four and fall asleep.
This retreat was worth my entire being and more. I live for being embarrassed in front of an entire group of friends after I spent the last three rounds of Four Winds Blow[s] saying "TAKES SPANISH". I enjoy falling asleep during meditation, waking up only to know I missed all of the "OMG HE FELL ASLEEP" stories. I love staying up so late with the other team members that you make inside jokes so ridiculous that they're even funny when you wake up in the morning.
St.Mary's, and everything it "entails", is my life.