oh and I'm patting myself on the back again for making this blog so easy to update from my phone. I rock.
bored on the bus on the way to the big apple. Just had my last day in Boston. Went to Harvard uni and drank my first ever cup of tea. It was ok, but I can't see what all the fuss is about. At least this bus has WiFi but sure ain't comfortable!
oh and I'm patting myself on the back again for making this blog so easy to update from my phone. I rock.
oh and I'm patting myself on the back again for making this blog so easy to update from my phone. I rock.
So camp is over. nearly. I'm on the bus to Logan airport with some international kids.
hasn't really hit me despite the last two days being devoted to kids packing, 60 year tradition camp fires with ceremonial flag burning and loads.of tearful kids.
for some its their last year and you could.see.what a.big part of.their lives it has been. excuse me hitting full.stop instead of the space bar!
fat thumbs and phone keyboard! But thus morning they were shovelled onto buses before I had finished my toast so I missed a fair fee goodbyes, whilst other kids and staff have melted away while is was stuck cleaning the bathroom.
didn't get any goodbye with camp or programme directors which was a shame. and not really saying goodbye to.my best friends here yet.as we're all going to hang out in Boston and new York together.
Also the rise of facebook since I.was last at camp seems to have negated much of the address and details swapping since everyone is connected in the big virtual spider web.
Damn traffic jam. Damn me agreeing to chaperone instead of taking the staff bus and being free in the pub by 3pm. hanging out at an airport for 4 hours is bad enough when you're waiting for your own flight!
I feel unsure. I'm not sure how I feel. I have to start paying for food and lodging now which sucks. I'm free! but aimless. as always in my life.
uni was a path. then I was clueless. accounting qualification was a path, used up a good five years but it was just a cop out, defaulting to the easiest course like water in a river, until it reaches a big flat boring sea stretching away to nothingness.
so I broke out of the mould for this exciting year of self discovery. but summer camp was another crutch, everything organised and scheduled. great fun, very rewarding meeting people and teaching, and seeing the crazy imaginative things that kids do every day, even if they do revert to computer games whenever its too dark too hot too rainy.
and working outside, my own boss on the archery range, no. computers or stressful deadlines or late requests. no store target amendments (shudder). definitely a step in the right direction.
but now what? weeks of nothing planned, but I'm out in the real world where you need to reserve accomodation etc in advance. sounds like a recipe for disaster.
would I come back next year? camp wasn't perfect, but my only real complaint was the frequency of archery lessons. I can't imagine a more chilled out summer whilst actually getting paid! so yes, if I can. but who knows what will happen in the next 9 months, never mind organising a visa from Thailand or wherever it is I think I'm going.
but based on past form i won't make any other earth shattering, life changing decisions. then there's. the next few weeks could be interesting!
oh and I feel like listening to grandaddy or mogwai. which I will now do... mogwai-take me somewhere nice..... grandaddy-"summer its gone" seems to fit.
tomorrow I will buy a netbook computer which will make life easier typing this stuff and processing photos AND stop me worrying about viruses etc since my magic portable apps usb stick broke. still haven't got that new camera, but with all my pay for the summer in cash I really need to spend a load!
on the road... I love all these European place names jumbled up next to each other and totally different sizes to the original. Boston lincolnshire, a small non consequential town (no offence), here a major city next to Portsmouth, within an hours drive of the village of nottingham (yay), Durham, Milan and Berlin.
also I like that each state in the us issues its own carl number plates with their state motto on.
new Hampshire has "live free or die", which I can't decide if its an inspiring libertarian cry or a thinly veiled threat- about sums the place up. we do what we want, and you can too... but if what you want encroaches on what we want then expect a shotgun in your face
still its better than most other states... "the vacation state" = lame.
hasn't really hit me despite the last two days being devoted to kids packing, 60 year tradition camp fires with ceremonial flag burning and loads.of tearful kids.
for some its their last year and you could.see.what a.big part of.their lives it has been. excuse me hitting full.stop instead of the space bar!
fat thumbs and phone keyboard! But thus morning they were shovelled onto buses before I had finished my toast so I missed a fair fee goodbyes, whilst other kids and staff have melted away while is was stuck cleaning the bathroom.
didn't get any goodbye with camp or programme directors which was a shame. and not really saying goodbye to.my best friends here yet.as we're all going to hang out in Boston and new York together.
Also the rise of facebook since I.was last at camp seems to have negated much of the address and details swapping since everyone is connected in the big virtual spider web.
Damn traffic jam. Damn me agreeing to chaperone instead of taking the staff bus and being free in the pub by 3pm. hanging out at an airport for 4 hours is bad enough when you're waiting for your own flight!
I feel unsure. I'm not sure how I feel. I have to start paying for food and lodging now which sucks. I'm free! but aimless. as always in my life.
uni was a path. then I was clueless. accounting qualification was a path, used up a good five years but it was just a cop out, defaulting to the easiest course like water in a river, until it reaches a big flat boring sea stretching away to nothingness.
so I broke out of the mould for this exciting year of self discovery. but summer camp was another crutch, everything organised and scheduled. great fun, very rewarding meeting people and teaching, and seeing the crazy imaginative things that kids do every day, even if they do revert to computer games whenever its too dark too hot too rainy.
and working outside, my own boss on the archery range, no. computers or stressful deadlines or late requests. no store target amendments (shudder). definitely a step in the right direction.
but now what? weeks of nothing planned, but I'm out in the real world where you need to reserve accomodation etc in advance. sounds like a recipe for disaster.
would I come back next year? camp wasn't perfect, but my only real complaint was the frequency of archery lessons. I can't imagine a more chilled out summer whilst actually getting paid! so yes, if I can. but who knows what will happen in the next 9 months, never mind organising a visa from Thailand or wherever it is I think I'm going.
but based on past form i won't make any other earth shattering, life changing decisions. then there's. the next few weeks could be interesting!
oh and I feel like listening to grandaddy or mogwai. which I will now do... mogwai-take me somewhere nice..... grandaddy-"summer its gone" seems to fit.
tomorrow I will buy a netbook computer which will make life easier typing this stuff and processing photos AND stop me worrying about viruses etc since my magic portable apps usb stick broke. still haven't got that new camera, but with all my pay for the summer in cash I really need to spend a load!
on the road... I love all these European place names jumbled up next to each other and totally different sizes to the original. Boston lincolnshire, a small non consequential town (no offence), here a major city next to Portsmouth, within an hours drive of the village of nottingham (yay), Durham, Milan and Berlin.
also I like that each state in the us issues its own carl number plates with their state motto on.
new Hampshire has "live free or die", which I can't decide if its an inspiring libertarian cry or a thinly veiled threat- about sums the place up. we do what we want, and you can too... but if what you want encroaches on what we want then expect a shotgun in your face
still its better than most other states... "the vacation state" = lame.
Days off in Boston- aquarium, "Cheers", art gallery, park, subway trams, baseball. And a trip to the gun shop.
After a delayed take off, delayed landing,
and a delayed disembark, and an aggressive grilling by immigration officers, a bus, two tubes and three flights of stairs, I can relax. I think.
and a delayed disembark, and an aggressive grilling by immigration officers, a bus, two tubes and three flights of stairs, I can relax. I think.