I kidnapped a banjo ukulele.

The first two days of work were pretty awesome.

So, my job consists of me and three other students planning and going through with various kids' activities at my church all summer. So far, we have planned a fundraiser, tried to learn about basketball, wrote a skit (including rewritten lyrics of 'Old McDonald had a farm.'), and sat in an quite a few meetings. It's been a grand time.

My fellow summer students consist of Montgomery, a girl a year older than me, Catherine, who is headed to medical school next year, and Gerald, a guy in his early thirties who is going back to school for accounting. We make an interesting team. 
-J-
City buses taken: 42

In which I am surpressing panic.

I start work tomorrow.

Things that are good about my job:

•  I work 35 hours a week. I will keep occupied as my friends run off to the far corners of the earth.
•  Even at minimum wage, I will be able to save a lot.
•  The people I'm working with seem awesome.
•  I get my own "office". Actually, it's a desk in a room with all the other summer students.

Things that are bad:

•  The schedule I was given seems to be more than 35 hours a week. Not only do I work 9-5 Tuesday to Friday, but 7:30-9:30 Wednesday night, 8:15-12 Sunday morning and sometimes Monday. Hopefully there's free time somewhere in there. 
•  I have to spend most Wednesdays in meetings.
•  I have to deal with the people who have made things around the church extremely more complicated than it needs to be.  
•  Because I'm around kids, I need to deal with liability stuff, a lot of which doesn't make sense. 

I'm scared. Wish me luck!
Love,
-J-
City buses this year: 40

The awkward first weekend of summer.

Well, the first weekend of summer is gone. To be honest, I dislike this weekend every year. I feel lost, at first like there's stuff I need to do, then realising there's nothing I need to do, then settling down to eat mounds of junk food and sitting idly watching way too much TV. 

Before my idle sitting, I organised my room. I ended up with three garbage bags full of crap. Younger me was a terrible pack rat. Why I ever thought I needed church bulletins (a year and a half's worth), three unfinished middle school art projects, and a lot more uselessness, I have no idea.

I don't start work until June 29th. That gives me a week and a half with nothing planned. I don't know what to do with myself.

MEH.
Love,
-J-
City buses taken this year: 35

The little ninja star of the east.

I did a fair bit of wandering this afternoon uptown with Katie A. and Sam. We killed time at the library and the police museum, of all places.

The police museum is basically a room with a few glass cases of old police uniforms, pictures and a few things they confiscated through the years. In one of the cases, there was a ninja star. The story behind it, given to us by the volunteer working there, was that it was confiscated from a crazy guy when the prime minister was in town. Yeah. A ninja star.

We talked to the rather bored people working at the museum for a good hour or so. While we were there, a cruise ship passenger came in. She's a New York city police detective and she showed the guy her badge and everything. I seemed to think that badges were something that crime TV created, but I guess not.

It was one of those moments when I realise just how small my world is.
Love,
-J-
City buses taken: 32