There's that happy place in the life of a set of car brakes, early enough that there's no chance of squeaking in the forseeable future, and worn just so slowing down doesn't mean a sharp jerk and apologies all around. I think I hit that sweet spot a few days ago, and things are wearing down a bit fast now.
This week's my last at the arts camp -- I'm with the 7 to 12-year-olds, who are smart and quiet but noticeably less cute than the kiddies I had from before. (Translation: it's hard to get motivated to work with them.) The bigger problem comes from the mad moment I had last weekend when I decided that for all the times that people say we should "get together" we never do, and that the true meaning of "if you want something done you should do it yourself" is that Daphne ought to plan a ridiculous number of activities for THIS weekend. So it looks like I'm supposed to tutor, hike, and have meals with 3 different groups of people in the span of 2 days.
Did I mention I don't really consider myself a people person?
Compounding the awkwardness -- yes! it's possible! -- my future roomie RaShelle decided to take some initiative herself and gave me a call. I hope she wasn't wanting to make the call really short, because my low EQ means I can't tell when people are trying to escape, but it was neat to talk to someone in the same spiralling boat after staring at the approaching waves for so long. She seems nice. A little iffy on things like public transit, but she found my desire to go to the Republican National Convention amusing and said she'd come along.
Come to think of it, I don't know if she actually IS a Republican. But then again, perhaps 'tis better not to know.
This week's my last at the arts camp -- I'm with the 7 to 12-year-olds, who are smart and quiet but noticeably less cute than the kiddies I had from before. (Translation: it's hard to get motivated to work with them.) The bigger problem comes from the mad moment I had last weekend when I decided that for all the times that people say we should "get together" we never do, and that the true meaning of "if you want something done you should do it yourself" is that Daphne ought to plan a ridiculous number of activities for THIS weekend. So it looks like I'm supposed to tutor, hike, and have meals with 3 different groups of people in the span of 2 days.
Did I mention I don't really consider myself a people person?
Compounding the awkwardness -- yes! it's possible! -- my future roomie RaShelle decided to take some initiative herself and gave me a call. I hope she wasn't wanting to make the call really short, because my low EQ means I can't tell when people are trying to escape, but it was neat to talk to someone in the same spiralling boat after staring at the approaching waves for so long. She seems nice. A little iffy on things like public transit, but she found my desire to go to the Republican National Convention amusing and said she'd come along.
Come to think of it, I don't know if she actually IS a Republican. But then again, perhaps 'tis better not to know.
