I have jam in my hair
... it's a sticky situation.
So it's been over a week since I accepted my job as an RA at the Y and though I'm still a bit hesitant and nervous I'm throwing myself headfirst into my duties. I love being a part of the RA community, I'm sooo much closer to people (a good number of them seniors whom I will not at all enjoy seeing them graduate because I will miss them so fucking much). We're such a close knit bunch.. I wish that I was in a dorm with at least one other SVA RA though. I feel a little lonely because of that, but because of that I have also become the adopted child of all the other dorm RAs.
I'm taking chances again, forcing myself to grow up a little more. I keep putting obsticles for myself and challenging myself to overcome them... and being astonished at how easily I do so. One might think that I'm not challenging myself but I think my biggest example will disprove that. I biked around the entire island of manhattan. It took me 4 hours, plus and hour break at Erin's (during which she gave me the most awesome present ever-lego batman magnets-and I thanked her greatly for them), getting lost at least 3 times, 2 water bottles with minimal ice, 4 periods of dismounting my bike because the hill was too steep, and a million new sites (wanted and not) to make it all the way around. Sufice it to say that next time I might not go ALL the way around the island.
There were countless fishermen and latino grill dinners with boomboxes. A cha cha lesson took place on the mid -west side pier where the mc's partner flowed about the brick pier in her bare feet. Confronted by three floors of steep stairs I found out from the two bikers I had been following for the last 20 blocks that someone had ingeniously put a gutter to make it a smoother climb for your bike. I also became more fluent in the silent smiles and nods of recognition and the general body language meaning 'get out of my way' of "biker." I learned that even an empty parking lot strewn with trash can become a paridise if there's a good pile of dirt and one's parents aren't looking. I learned the thrill of finding one's own way and refusing to give up until you discover the limitless joy of familiarity and the way the sky looks during a setting sun.
Tonight I learned that all it takes is trust and a decent amount of speed to steer a bike without your hands. Sunday I learned that a last minute gesture can make a whole lot of difference. Tomorrow I'll relearn the joy of being a parent, even if your "child" is a little furrier than most.
Thursday I will learn to confront my fears and reservations.
So it's been over a week since I accepted my job as an RA at the Y and though I'm still a bit hesitant and nervous I'm throwing myself headfirst into my duties. I love being a part of the RA community, I'm sooo much closer to people (a good number of them seniors whom I will not at all enjoy seeing them graduate because I will miss them so fucking much). We're such a close knit bunch.. I wish that I was in a dorm with at least one other SVA RA though. I feel a little lonely because of that, but because of that I have also become the adopted child of all the other dorm RAs.
I'm taking chances again, forcing myself to grow up a little more. I keep putting obsticles for myself and challenging myself to overcome them... and being astonished at how easily I do so. One might think that I'm not challenging myself but I think my biggest example will disprove that. I biked around the entire island of manhattan. It took me 4 hours, plus and hour break at Erin's (during which she gave me the most awesome present ever-lego batman magnets-and I thanked her greatly for them), getting lost at least 3 times, 2 water bottles with minimal ice, 4 periods of dismounting my bike because the hill was too steep, and a million new sites (wanted and not) to make it all the way around. Sufice it to say that next time I might not go ALL the way around the island.
There were countless fishermen and latino grill dinners with boomboxes. A cha cha lesson took place on the mid -west side pier where the mc's partner flowed about the brick pier in her bare feet. Confronted by three floors of steep stairs I found out from the two bikers I had been following for the last 20 blocks that someone had ingeniously put a gutter to make it a smoother climb for your bike. I also became more fluent in the silent smiles and nods of recognition and the general body language meaning 'get out of my way' of "biker." I learned that even an empty parking lot strewn with trash can become a paridise if there's a good pile of dirt and one's parents aren't looking. I learned the thrill of finding one's own way and refusing to give up until you discover the limitless joy of familiarity and the way the sky looks during a setting sun.
Tonight I learned that all it takes is trust and a decent amount of speed to steer a bike without your hands. Sunday I learned that a last minute gesture can make a whole lot of difference. Tomorrow I'll relearn the joy of being a parent, even if your "child" is a little furrier than most.
Thursday I will learn to confront my fears and reservations.