I'm sorry, that's just not service

So yesterday had the makings of a wonderful day. Class was going to be spent doing trail work. That's always exciting. So we get to the nature preserve (80-some acres donated by some guy that liked the college. So now we own it for walks, reasearch, camping, snow fun, what have you) and we get our tools and walk up. It takes us a good hour to hike to the part that needs work (class is two and a half hours...math anyone??? that's right 30 minutes of actual work) and the guide spends a good five minutes explaining what we're doing, how to use the tools, etc. Finally I get to do something which was????? Raking leaves in the forest. Yeah. Service. And most of that was spent waiting for the guide ahead of us to find where we were supposed to be raking. THen we went back to the bus. Total time spent on "service trip" = 150 minutes. Total time "doing service" = mayyyyyyybe 20 minutes. And my favorite part, people complaining about the work we had to do. I think the lesson I learned was that of true self-appreciation, and gained new insight into what it means to give a year of your life to service. I can't wait til we go "camping" next week.

Mad Dash

That's my day in a nutshell. After going to bed at 4, waking up at 7, writing a paper, taking a shower, and reading half the Iliad by 9.30, I was going nuts. We did get to chill out in the lawn and make tea on camping stoves and talk about camping for class. That was a well-spent hour. After turning in my paper for the next class, I ran back to my room to finish the Iliad and write a new paper (only a page) for that with my short hour and a half. Then went to class, discussed Homer, and now, ironically enough, I have no worries til Thursday morning, and as long as I read the chapter and write my reflection, I'll be set. Now the task is to just see if I can survive without procrastination. We'll try cold turkey...see how it goes.

Non capisco

Questo è soltanto per ces. Lui dà me merda perché non parlo italiano. Felici adesso?

The thing I look forward to most

Is the fact that I'm leaving here for days next month. Is that wrong? No. I think the destination is an incredibly important factor (and perhaps the visitee a small bit as well...maybe....)
I keep meeting new people everyday, which is cool, but all they want to do is go smoke pot, which is cool too, but how do these people get anything accomplished? I've been reading and writing papers for the past week, and it's not difficult, but it's definitely a large consumer of my free time. Maybe it's part of the motto of "worry about it later" but I feel that would just make me estremamente screwed later on. So now I have a club email to write and a paper as well. But a bright side is my interview tomorrow for the wellness center. Labyrinth maintenance and chapel supervision. How sweet would that be. Otherwise I'll be workin in the library.

An Entire Week

So after one official week, this place is crazy, but pretty chill. Between naked people, stalkers, acidheads, and just general mass consumption of illegal substances, I'm not sure what to do with myself. And I totally lost my train of thought. I thought I got no sleep during City Year, but this is nuts. I need to save all my deep thinking for my papers I need to write and the reading I must attempt to finish tonight for tomorrow. Almost finished with the bible, crazy phenomena in there that makes for some good argument. Not something I genuinly look forward to (our assignemnt is to find something that people can argue about in class the next day, woooo) but I think I have some good fodder with God's covenant to Noah. We'll see what happens. Other than that, I've been talking to a lot of people still in the whole national service path of life. I really do miss it. It was a crazy ride that had it's tough points, but now I really can't stand being away from it after doing nothing but for two years. Transition sucks :)

And on the 7th day...

Today is my off day. At least from having to attend any sort of class. Tis' the day of laundry, reading, and writing. I feel as though I'll do more on this day than when I actually have a schedule. The way it goes. Apparently, there's a whole mess of kids that attend this school that have participated in Americorps, so some of us have decided Americorps club? Sure, why not? In doing so, I hadn't realized I'd be asked to run it. So I may be president of a school club. Me the antisocial, anti-pretty much anything you could think of person of the area. Cool cool, I guess. Another thing for ces to laugh at me for, like I haven't enough. I have too much to write and not enough formulated into actual words, so I'll have to come back when I'm feeling more....myself. I guess that means when I come back, I'll have read my Hebrew bible (how exciting, at least it's only Genesis) and be somewhat prophetic, ha! More like skeptical. Insightful? Bored? Only reading shall tell. kk peace. (I fear re-reading this and sounding like: 'dear diary...' ugh)

Sense?

Smokers and trash all over campus. Yeah...cool.

So Akademos...

Ah college. The societal "necessity" of life. One could say, "At least you're going to Green Mountain College, aren't there just hippies there?" but then one would be steriotyping, which is both rude and innaccurate. Sure, the outer facade is people dancing around without shoes and playing frisbee all over the grounds, but even a slightly deeper glance, and it's all the same as anywhere else. Perhaps my dillema is that I'm surrounded by people who haven't had any of the same life experiences really, and haven't even had the time I've taken to do the things I've done. And now I've fallen into my usualy writing rut of typing furiously and then forgetting where I was going or even what I've been writing of. Short and sweet? I don't think this is really where I want to be.