Well, I do have violent tendencies
Kasia --
[noun]:
A new position involving a machete
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In other news, I now officially have a function at zlot (the Polish Scouting Worldwide Jamboree). I shall be the Komendantka (Commander/leader person) of a podoboz (subcamp?) of 30 harcerki (Polish Girl Scouts) from California and probably Australia. I have no idea who the other instructors helping me will be (they will probably be Australian, but it hasn't been decided yet). So...sometime before now and the end of July I need to a)learn to be more assertive and outgoing b)learn how to build things using random wood, saws, and rope c)brush up on my incredibly rusty orienteering skills d)memorize most Morse Code e)learn to identify dangerous Maryland plants and animals (and some nondangerous ones would be nifty too) f)probably take a Red Cross CPR and First Aid course g)get in better shape in case somehow they rope me into going through the obstacle course h)figure out how to deal with my hairiness for two weeks in primitive conditions (there are 3 real showers by the pool for 1200 participants-we might have to invest in portable showers or just stink really, really badly). Yikes.
I also wanted to add a bit of a disclaimer to my last post. Most of the time, I'm not bothered by CS. It is interesting and makes a certain amount of sense, and most CS people that I know are really nice. It's just hard for me to witness CS people not feeling well. My instinct is to rush in with all the remedies that I was raised with and keep myself busy (I can turn into a fussy mother hen-type). I will never change my Catholicness or my reliance on medicine, but I also try my best not to impose my beliefs on others. It's not so much wishing Steve would take Advil as wishing there was something more that I could do to make myself feel better about Steve not feeling well. I feel rather useless when he's not feeling well, which luckily doesn't happen much around me ("Steve" and "sick" are not exactly correlated in my brain). And yes, I can try to be supportive and comforting and pray Catholic-style and sing Polish Catholic songs under my breath (as much for my own reassurance as for anything else), but that doesn't occupy me enough and leaves room for worrying and dwelling. Sigh. I wish his parents were home so that they could fuss over him in a way that would definitely be appropriate CS-wise.