Pick me up love from the bottom
I'm at camp. It's freaking awesome.
I had my day off Friday to Saturday. Around one in the morning, I threw up. This was after i had thrown up during the entire meal of lunch and after the fact that i had consumed one of the best pieces of salmon...ever. Meh. Darn cough. I still made it to Joey's bar mitzvah and looked really cute. I got to see amazing people that I had sorely missed for awhile. Plus, I was surprised by Seth Copeland's new mohawk of a do. Heh. It felt SO weird to be in public, though. It wasn't like you go up to everyone, regardless of whether you know them or not, and say hi and give them a great big hug. It's more of a "you stick with who you know" thing, and that's it. Huzzah.
I've been doing a lot with my girls and with the camp in general. It's incredible to know that you're shaping campers' experiences. This is the stuff they are going to remember when they are on staff. For instance, I led a shiur (random Jew-learning time) on Von Dutch that was slightly different from that done at Hilltop. The debates must've left an imprint on those kids. Also, Karin and I took the girls on an incredible trust walk that ended up at the menorah. It must've taken about 30-45 minutes at least. It was just so much fun and the stars were absolutely beautiful when contrasted against the dark blue sea and bright silver menorah. Oh, how i truly love camp.
Also, I've bonded a bit with the CHK staff. I'm really enjoying the fact that I actually like working at BOTH camps. Yes, I enjoy working at both GHC and CHK. Odd, isn't it? GHC is definitly my comfort zone, but Kramer is mucho fun. Plus, camp is simply a better place when you have the likes of Syd around. She, Seth and I spent an entire afterhours on the road going from the chapel to Leadership village laughing our asses off...especially at the unkosher/unable to be saved "situation". "Wait, that's not a word..."
I'm so fucking scared about school.I don't know what to do. I just sorta ignore it. I push it deep into a crack within a file cabinet somewhere in my brain. I have to distract myself to save my sanity. Technically, I'm still a sophmore. It's true shit. I think it's going to be ok, though. Everything happens for a reason...and I should follow carpe diem rather than worry about this. I'm hoping I'll be able to finish up my Oak Knoll crap while being a student at COHS. Damn head. Fuck botox and zoloft. Don't take your tylonal or ibeprophen for granted...
Oh, speaking of school...this is what i'm thinking schedule wise:
English CP 11, US History CP, Chem CP, Advanced Algebra CP, Stats, AP Psych, and Spanish 2. Nope, dance is not included as Creative Cooking or any IB courses. Yours truly is actually taking a step back because she's finally figured out her limits. I won't kill myself, or force myself into the ER rather, for school. Healthy learning is happy learning. :) I really want to get involved with the extra time, though. Hopefully i'll still be eligible for NHS. Perhaps I'll do dance club instead and help out with the thespians and random other clubs. As said above, carpe diem...right? Maybe I'll join ASB again. I guess I just want to show that although i'm not capable of doing the stressful school work, I can still be active. Blech. I hate this. I just wish sometimes that this shit didn't happen. I'm so proud of myself (as horrible as it may sound) that I've been able to work at camp. I couldn't read a few months ago, and now I'm able to lead discussions and dance my ass off AND take care of young children. It's beautiful. I'm so thankful. :)
So, I'm waiting for a massive earthquake that will somehow create a new landscape bringing the valley, LBC, SD and ir-fine together in a happy lil' neighborhood. Earthquake, it's time to shake!!!!
Until then-
All you need is, whatcha want is, all you need is loooooooooooooooooooooooveeee OOOH, everyday.