1,000 miles: step 78

Alright. Reader, I’ll let you know what I did last summer, this past summer in fact. It’s called summer camp.

I don’t believe I’ve ever had a summer like this one. It was fun and jarring every day. I have some experience with kids at the middle school classroom level, so I know that any day with kids is a recipe for an unordinary day. At camp, the odds of a hectic day are increased. Never have I ever seen so many boo-boos and running feet or heard so many laughing and shouting mouths. Imagine doing this full-time for three months. Now, see, summer camp is for the strong at heart!

The Summer Camp Experience: whoo. ah ahhhh.

I turned 22 years old at camp, too. I can’t wrap my head around that.

I picked up some new skills, and that is always a plus in my book. I can now finger-knit and sew on a machine. I can also program a moose to move–he has to be on an iPad though. I can assemble a robot and cardboard furniture. I can help resolve an argument between friends. I can dance! (Ok ok, so that last one’s quite not true, but I can dance with slightly more rhythm.)


1,000 miles: step 62

2014-04-01 16.04.28At last, flowers are blossoming and rays of sunshine are beginning to peek through clouds. Little boys and girls are playing. Easter is finding itself on the shelves of stores.

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Chicks sitting on store shelves. It’s the season.

I’ve been working with middle school kids for the past 2 weeks. Though I don’t see them every day, their influence has been great on me. I lose things more often these days, including my mind. Though I suppose I’ve never been that sane.

There are good days. There are bad days. The thing with being around youth is that they’re still growing and fitting into themselves. There is attitude. There is lipstick. There is a new look. There is also so much intelligence, and such a need to channel curiosity in the right direction.

I believe kids in this generation, more than any ever, want to be adults without the responsibility. I’m not just talking driving and taking care of cars. I mean, the responsibility of time–naps and chilling have consequences. There are things that need getting done and stop running without adults.
Days take on new meanings.