warning: this one is very random, and almost pointless...
i've often been asked what exactly it is that i'm doing here.
so...we work with this program that essentially does a summer camp type thing for kids, but the distorted twist is that these kids actually care about learning, so they want to come and do well. i know, it's weird. the kids i'm used to dealing with are as far away from this idea than you can possibly imagine. well, it's true; kids that care about their future do exist. anyway, the way this program works is that it's a weekly thing. a group of kids come for a week, do their thing, then go home, and we start over the next week with a fresh batch of kids. it repeats for four weeks, so there are always fresh faces. in the middle of this, there's always stuff that needs to be done. make this, prepare that, supervise this, facilitate that, find him, get her, etc. that's what i do in a nutshell.
now, here are more people who have arrived here. i think i've already mentioned jerome, stallone, allie, kenan, and kel. there are an endless cast of characters here, and i hope that i can keep up with whatever happens, at least majorly important stuff. and by "important" i of course mean anything i think is relevant to my life.
meet "shania," a very nice southern girl who arrived and quite possibly at this point has the bulk of my respect so far on this program. i will of course explain later. let's see...there are "laverne" and "shirley," who are two gals who've done this program before and are quite funny together. laverne is more out there and outgoing and crazy. shirley is an enigma; she seems to be fascinated yet intimidated by black culture at the same time. it doesn't really make much sense to me, but who am i to judge? perhaps she should consult with kel, who's also of the white skin and equally obsessed with all things african-american. there are the twins, "tia" and "tamera," who aren't as good at spades as they will claim to be. "huey" is another character here. he's pretty funny...well...his hair is pretty funny, and the butt of many jokes around here. i've decided to take a step backwards and observe everything without taking sides. life apparently is easier that way. these are all returning character from last year. there are a few more, but all in due time.
well, i said this before, but for some reason it's getting on my nerves a little bit. back at school, a new member of our staff would walk around and pass right by you without speaking. it didn't bother me much, but it bothered a lot of other people there. i didn't really care because we weren't very close. here, though, i have known many of these people for a while now and considered them friends, yet they don't speak. shania, when she got here, came over and gave me a great big hug with a smile and a "hello" all at the same time. from her, though, i'd expect nothing less. but the rest of these...it's baffling to me. i guess...bitches be trippin'.
it's friday, and harry potter came out at midnite. huey and i went yesterday to try and get me a ticket to the midnite showing. he and allie already had theirs. we get there and the damn movie was sold out...all 10 showings. fail. i was late to our training behind that damn sold outness. i was less than pleased. i felt no better than a tick on a slow moving hound dog. that's pretty bad. i'll see it eventually. ideally before i get back to texas, but my laziness tends to win out over everything except volleyball, and can't nobody keep up with me here. i'm not bragging; i'm just that good at volleyball. since we know that life is a great equalizer, to compensate for my unparalleled volleyball skills, i'm not good at basketball...at all. that's why you've never seen me play, and you won't ever. never. don't even throw a basketball my way; i will let it fly past me and act like it never happened. bet.
meanwhile, training is nearing its fateful end (tomorrow is the last day), and we're in our "permanent" rooms while the scholars (we have to call the kids "schoars"...it doesn't flow well on my tongue) will be here. the good news is that we won't have roommates anymore. don't get me wrong; jerome was and will always be a radical roommate (when he's not snoring, which sounds like he sawing petrified logs with a gasoline powered chainsaw), but we're too old for this. the bad news is that...well, there is no bad news. that's the bad news. it sucks because i'm such a pessimist and there should just be bad news for the hell of it. if it's any consolation, jerome and i are hallmates; our rooms are right next to each other, which means i'll probably hear him snoring the nite away if i'm awake...me and the rest of the east coast.
i sleep like i'm in a f*cking coma. i sleep hard. people literally have to shake me awake, which is after putting a mirror to my nose to see if i'm still breathing. i inherited that from my mama, whose worse than me. i don't know how i haven't overslept. knock on wood. i just need to go to sleep before jerome. then i won't have to sneak into his room and put a breathe rite strip on his nose. he'd thank me for it...him and the rest of the east coast.
lulululu,
-w
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