I'm beginning to fear that I never should have changed my major. I didn't want to be a biologist, but at least I was good at it! I am not good at history or political science. I feel stupid in Dr. Rupp's class. Aaron says it's just because Dr. Rupp is so freakishly smart, which is true. I don't expect to ever be as smart as Dr. Rupp, but I'd like ( Read more... )

Aaron and I went on a whale watch during our day off yesterday. It was nice. We saw whales. I was glad I wasn't trying to capture them on my digital camera like everyone else on the boat.

It is also nice that we're on the downhill side of this session here at Camp Mitton. The kids are here for eight more days and after they leave, it won't be long ( Read more... )

New session, new campers. I was switched to the Cherokee cabin, for apparently, I am too strict with the little kids. I miss my Hopis. They were angels. I realize that now, for the Cherokees are eleven and twelve year olds and I do not like them so much.

Get a load of these names: Quiana, Tetheana, Joi, Shayla, and Nhanhazinha. And then there are ( Read more... )

Dear Wesleyan,

What kind of school waits until a month before its students are to return after summer vacation to let them know that it has changed the date they are to return to a week earlier? You have ruined my trip to Boston and for that I hate you. You suck more than you have ever sucked before.

Amie

Still here. Things are better. The camp is better. Aaron and I are better. This batch of kids is leaving tomorrow. Then we have two days off before another batch comes.

A bit about camp: I'm in the Hopi cabin, which consists of the youngest girls. Five out of seven of their names begin with "k". Aaron has the second oldest boys, the Navajo. Our ( Read more... )

I fell in love with Aaron. Finally. I'd never been sure before, but suddenly it was just so right. It was perfect. For a week. Turns out, Aaron was trying to convince himself of something that is just not there. (Those of you who know the details of the Matt break-up may note the annoying similarity.)

I was going to come home. I changed my mind. ( Read more... )

Someone please remind me why I did this.

It's not the kids. The kids aren't bad. It's everything else.

Today is my day off. I can hear Aaron outside playing soccer with his cabin. I cannot talk to him because it is not his day off. It may not seem like us not having the same day off should make me this crazy, but it does. I don't really ( Read more... )

*POOF!*

I'm gone, baby.

( friends! )

The next three days: Pack. Make Wal-Mart runs. Try to get the pharmacy to give me pills in advance.

Friday: Last mall trip. Pick up AAA booklet to help me and Aaron find Massachusetts.

Saturday: Depart for VA beach with family.

Sunday - Wednesday: Beach fun. Find one-piece swimsuit somewhere on VA beach boardwalk if I do not manage to find one at ( Read more... )