BEDA 4: Uncomfortable fish and buttloads of egg salad

That funny thing I said yesterday about a legit post today? Yeah, no.

Today I went on a day trip that included going to a (really small) aquarium. Know what I learned about aquariums? I dislike them, quite strongly. Fish are incredibly boring and the place kept giving me flashbacks of a biology field trip in tenth grade that was cold, miserable and involved prodding sea creatures far more than I was comfortable with. It smelt like stale ocean and fish legitimately make me uncomfortable. *conclude rant about fish* The only thing I enjoyed about the aquarium was seeing the seals (even though they were only swimming in a circle) who's names were Snorkel and Loki, which was too much adorable for me to handle.

The rest of this post shall be delivered in a disconnected point form list: 

• I've decided twitter is hilarious. Hopefully it doesn't go all tumblr on my life.
• It's Obama's birthday. I don't know how that's useful information to the majority of people, but there you go. Happy birthday Obama! 
• I actually have nothing planned this coming week except for my driving test on Thursday.
• A week from today, I get to drive for two hours, sit in a church basement for an afternoon with my extended family, people I don't know and probably a buttload of egg salad sandwiches for my grandparent's 50th anniversary. This week will probably have a bunch of miscellaneous prep work for that.

 Love,
-J-

BEDA 3: Ten minutes until midnight.

Let's see, ten minutes to fit this post in before midnight and it'll be tomorrow: challenge accepted.

Firstly, I got twitter because my mind is full of thoughts that I want to tell someone but my friends don't always see them as awesome as I do when I text them at all hours of the day or night. It's not much yet but I have great plans for it. Or mediocre plans, not sure yet.

The last day of choir camp was good, minus about four kids have simultaneous meltdowns.

Also, kids plus glitter and glitter glue is a disaster waiting to happen. I cleaned that craft room. I saw things. It was a battle field of cardboard, tin foil, paint and glitter, fought into shapes resembling costumes, no matter how homemade looking. There was many casualties of small pieces of everything everywhere.

Just had a hardcore Gilmore Girl marathon and walked to Maegan's house because she made cake balls and I have no shame.

It's 11:59. I'm good. More legit post tomorrow.
Love,
-J-

BEDA 2: Children

I can honestly say that in previous times, that I have liked working with kids but after this week, I'm beginning to question this.

I like being around kids who are pretty chill, possess only mild levels of mischievousness and listen to what you have to say. The kids at choir camp this week have not been remotely close to a good example of these traits. Maybe it's because I'm used to working with kids who are (1) ages two to four or (2) into middle school. Everything in between is foreign to me, and in light of the fact that these kids at choir camp are (1) mostly from inner city sort of areas in (2) a city that has mostly blue collar work that (3) also has the highest teen pregnancy rate in Canada; these kids are usually not your well trained kids who grew up in the suburbs with a white picket fence*. Basically, not the kids I'm used to.

Don't get me wrong, most of them are sweet and obedient, but when there are forty kids and ten leaders of varying ages, the five or six mischievous kids quickly become a huge handful. Today, one child managed to intentionally get stuck in an elevator that needs a card to use, just because she could. Not cool.

I do my best to get to know the kids and have a good time, but it's just so damn stressful to make sure nobody insults somebody to tears, runs and hides in an unknown crevice of the church, or bludgeons somebody to death with a chair. I've given up on keeping paint off the floor in crafts, as it's the least of our concerns. At camp, I'm easily wiped after three hours. Even Moriah has stopped being excessively cheery and just wants to take a nap.

To conclude, I think I still like kids, I'm just not sure if I ever want one of my own or to intensively be in a leader like role for forty of them for an entire week ever again.

One more day.

*These are vast generalizations but you get my point.
Love,
-J-
P.S.- Today after I scrubbed every surface of the craft room of paint, glitter glue and sharpie (only to have it destroyed again), the lady who was running the kitchen told me I'd make someone a good wife someday. I scowled to a new level of disdain. 'Housewife' is incredibly far from my ideal career path, as well as modern society, as far as I'm concerned.

BEDA 1: No didgeridoos for you.

I'm going to embark on Blog Every Day August. Because it's August and face it, nothing will probably happen in August to prevent me from such shenanigans. Look forward to seeing lots of me, but I'm sure you're all waiting with bated breath all day every day, anyway.

Today started off pretty annoyingly and I have this subconscious belief that once a day starts off badly, it can't fully be recovered. I had to go to the dentist (I look forward to my root canal), I got impatient with my mother because I had to explain what a two inch binder was repeatedly, and then the kids at camp were really crazy. At one point I washed and dried fifty juice glasses to escape their insanity. I lasted about three hours at camp before I was having flashbacks of summer student hell last year.

When I was given the okay, I made my way to buy peach tea and I curled up in the library for half the afternoon. I've spent five hours in the library in the last two days, which is slightly less weird of late because I volunteer there one hour a week. It was bliss after attempting to tame forty children to reasonable levels of crazy. I spent a while working on the puzzle of dogs dresses as Wizard of Oz characters. I also partook a power nap but unfortunately the security guard woke me up. I discovered Scott Pilgrim, which I think I might like so far. The library is my happy place, full of paper, knowledge, quiet, free wifi and nice librarians who encourage coloring in the teen area.

There was also much spicy hummus consumed today. Hence a day not entirely gone to dust.

^ Possibly the most instagramy picture to ever instagram. I'm the one in the purple who isn't the guy from Bangladesh.We're sitting on the base of big gun that pointed towards the harbour during WWII. Now it's a burn spot. People get high there. #class
Love,
-J-