Saturday, February 28, 2009

3 months

I'm not sure if it's because I'm sleep deprived or if there's something wrong with me, but I really don't have anything nice to say. Just a lot of depressing thoughts that will stay in my paper journal.

Everyone told me to prepare for the worst with this job-- to expect to be hated by my kids by my third month. When I imagined the worst, I forgot to include the notion that these kids are all I know. They're my best friends. My worst enemies. The little sisters I never wanted.

It used to feel like "home" was at my time off house, but now it's in my tent. My time off house and everything outside of the woods feels foreign. I'd been seeing a guy who works at another camp since I started this job, and as awesome of a guy as he is, I feel so emotionally drained by the end of the week that I can't really do my part to make a relationship work. We get together, and we say "let's not talk about work"... and then we're both rendered silent.

Somehow I just feel lonely.

Welp, I gotta wake up in about 6 hours and head back into the woods. Now is the time when I should stop thinking about myself and focus on how I can help my kids... so here's a little pick-me-up pep talk


"First it is a challenge. Secondly you have to learn to prepare meticulously, for your life may depend on the thoroughness and extent of your planning. You have to get off your tail and spur yourself to get going. You have to leave your comfortable slot and go out where things are rough. You have to push into the background the worry of the less likely hazards and make some bold judgements about the more probable ones.

You learn not to be frightened by fear. You discover what a fine piece of machinery the human body is and that it can take a tremendous amount of stress before it breaks down. You learn to make decisions and gradually you find your make fewer and fewer mistakes. Your confidence grows and you discover human resources which are ready to be called upon in time of future crises. You learn something about human frailties and develop sympathy for those weaker or less competent than yourself’; you learn to make a team out of group of individuals.

Adventurous experiences out-of-doors are perceived to kindle the enthusiasm of the young, to develop their concern for others, for their community and for the environment. Such experiences provide the means of self-discovery, self-expression and enjoyment which are at once both stimulating and fulfilling.

It thus emerges that, for young people and adults alike, Outdoor Adventure is perceived as a vehicle for building values and ideals, for developing creativity and enterprise, for enhancing a sense of citizenship, and for widening physical and spiritual horizons.”

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Another list of incohesive and blunt points

  1. Nobody 'fessed up to sending the CDs. It's driving me nuts! But it also gives me something to fantasize about. My imagination has had time to wander and I have since made up my mind that I do, indeed, have a secret admirer. Now, I'm debating as to whether said secret admirer is Jake Gyllenhaal or Chris Brown... or Jesse McCartney?
  2. I've got so many stories I don't even know where to begin. Last week alone, I had one suicidal girl go "out of bounds" for 3 hours past our bedtime, and I broke apart a total of 3 fights-- one of which occurred during showers just after I asked my girls Chief Mandy really has to use the bathroom, can you handle yourselves? And just as my pants are down and I'm getting to business, I hear blood-curdling screams. I ran out just in time to catch two half-naked girls in an all-out cat-fight-- just in time to pry ones hair from anothers' claws and separate the two altogether.
  3. Every time I come out of the woods, I'm always shocked to see my appearance. I used to take great pride in my hands, but now they're calloused and cracked from cutting wood/tending fires/restraining the youth . It's especially entertaining to look at my body in the mirror and try to recall where all the bruises and cuts could have come from.
  4. Hurrah economic stimulus package!!! I'm not so concerned with staying on top of the world as an economic superpower, but just the fact that we're finally cleaning up some of our domestic crap (putting more money into under-funded alternative/experiential education programs like the one where I work!)
  5. To anyone who has ever raised a teenage girl- God bless you. They're at the age where they're old enough to be able to carry on an intelligent conversation/forge the appearance of being emotionally mature... but young enough to have the impulses of a child/lack of a filter. I've heard some of the meanest things out of these girls mouths. I can usually brush it off, but after 5 days in the woods by myself with them, sometimes I forget that they're just kids and I take their disrespectful words/gestures seriously. This old Animaniacs clip is even funnier to me now:

6. Wanna know what I do on my time off?

And here's where I get lazy and let others articulate all the things I'm feeling/all the thoughts that are tossing 'round my head. Or maybe I'm just giving myself a pep-talk before I go back to the woods tomorrow...

Now I see the secret of making the best persons, it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
- Walt Whitman

On experiential education (and how I want to live my life, in general)...
I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life; living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartanlike as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness out of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience.
- Henry David Thoreau

On helping my kids...
The experience of helping a fellow man in danger, or even of training in a realistic manner to be ready to give this help, tends to change the balance of power in a youth's inner life with the result that compassion can become the master motive.
- Kurt Hahn

On dealing with hard times...
Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way round or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves.

- Bruce Lee

Saturday, February 14, 2009

WOWDANG

I received a package in the woods the other day without a return address and without any note... but there were two mix CDs. One with a mix of various songs that I like... and then one with Girl Talk. I wanted to say THANK YOU for sending those to me... just what I needed! But who are you, mysterious sender of awesome mix CDs?? I'd like to pretend that I've got a secret admirer ... but there's also a chance that somebody just forgot to throw their name/address on the envelope. Anyway, I'm assuming whoever sent it reads this blog, given that I posted my address here, so if you wanna 'fess up, I'm dying to know where this awesome music came from...

Manoan nuers make ya wanna slap ya mammy

One thing I love about my job is that it gives me the freedom to share and teach my otherwise useless hobbies/interests. My liberal arts education is paying off, and I absolutely love teaching them this junk! Lately, they've been learning:
  • Greek mythology
  • issues in human rights
  • how to crochet
  • how to do different gymnastics related things
  • how to do the "stanky leg" (since they don't have access to the radio, I try to keep them updated on hip-hop culture)
  • government formation-- ex: why we have a House of Representatives AND a Senate through metaphors and role playing
  • yoga!-- I'll take them to the pond and talk them through the benefits of meditation/being aware of the body
  • how to tell what time it is by looking at the stars/other astronomy things (thank you, astronomy class from SU!)
  • what it's like for Samoan girls their age (I read them Sia Figiel's Girl in the Moon Circle)
  • how to speak Samoan-- I've assigned each of them a number from 1-10 in Samoan, so whenever we "huddle up", they go around and say their number so I can get a head count.
One night, I had a "chuckwagon"* where I taught the campers basic samoan phrases/commands that could be used at camp, how to sing a song in Samoan, and then showed them pictures of my travels while I narrated the events. The kids got so into it and had so many questions that we went almost an hour past our education time. This was one of my best nights at camp and it made me so happy to see how much the kids got out of it.

For instance, meet LaKendra**. She's not the brightest of the bunch... she is 13 and has trouble with addition (7+7 is 12?), and yet she has soaked up the language better than anyone else. Unbelievable! She rarely turns in notes for chuckwagons, but she did on this occasion:

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1. The nuers (numbers) in Manoan (samoan) are so pretty dat it'll make ya wanna slap ya mammy
2. some old lady making a dress or skirt out of bark!!! (this references the picture I showed the campers of fa'amuuli making tapa)
3. Special letter to Mandy
Hey chief how you doing? good? hope so. me? gucci. I'm just wanting to let you know that manoan is a glamorous place to be at and me it hot! Just stay out the ocean don't hang around dolphines/sharks/whales/fish/jellyfish/ i guess turtles.

Thank you, LaKendra. Alofa ia te oe.

*chuckwagon is an education period that a different chief takes on each night-- all groups participate and take notes for education credit.
**Names changed due to HIPAA

Sunday, February 8, 2009

25 confessions

Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

1. It's funny to remember how I used to get offended at almost everything when I was in college.

2. I am a paranoid sleeper. If you wake me up in the middle of the night, don't take whatever I say personally. When I was living with my brother Nick in San Diego, every morning when he'd leave for work at 5 (even though I knew his routine) I'd pop up with fists clenched as soon as I heard the door open and scream "WHO THE **** IS THERE!?!?" This is also bad for me living in the woods, and I've cursed out a few deer.

3. For every blog post I publish, there's at least 5 more I've written that never get published for one reason or another.

4. I'm 23 years old and I still have secret crushes.

5. I'm a morning person.

6. I'm afraid of heights and spinning around on things. I've never been on a real rollercoaster.

7. I'd classify my style as "strictly functional", and I don't intentionally choose to mis-match my clothes, it just kinda happens.

8. I wear the exact same thing 5 days a week (and I don't shower either!)

9. If it weren't for HIPAA, I'd have a novel written about my adventures in the wilderness therapy field. And it'd be a best-seller. And I'd be rich.

10. Talking is such an overrated form of communication. I'd rather dance than talk with you. That's when you really learn who somebody is.

11. I love all things "do-it-yourself". It gives me a sense of control and self-reliance while the economy is all funky.

12. I believe I have a "sacred" place in my abdomen. It activates when I'm in love, when I'm at peace with nature, or when I feel spiritually connected to something. Sometimes I worry that if I were to ever get pregnant and have kids, I would lose that place.

13. I recently purchased "the complete idiots guide to personal finance in your 20s and 30s", and the latest CD by The Fray. No, I'm not embarrassed.

14. On my time out of the woods I worry about my girls way too much.

15. Whatever you just said is probably being tossed around in my head a million different ways.

16. I've got pretty slow reflexes, but I'm learning that I'm excellent at blocking punches/ understanding body movement (if that makes sense?)

17. I'm a calculated risk-taker. I live life like I'm gonna die, cause I'm gonna!

18. I think people who commit suicide are the kinds of people who would walk out on a bad movie at the theater. I'm not that kind of person. If I could put my finger on the thing that drives my life, it's curiosity (maybe mixed with a little hope?).

19. When speaking, I often don't complete sentences. I blame this on my older brothers, because growing up, they were my translators to my parents. To this day, I can blurt obscure phrases and grunts with them and somehow they know exactly what I mean.

20. I don't think I'm naive, I just consciously choose to believe that everything is gonna be alright, and I try to assume/look for the best in everyone/every situation.

21. Religion is a social thing for me. It's a metaphor, or a way to tell somebody else that I believe in great and unexplainable things, and that they can trust me. Go read Life of Pi, and you might just know what I mean.

22. Getting snail mail in the woods is the highlight of my week! Faulkner, Beau, Kati, Mom-- You guys rule.

500 Eku Sumee Dr.
Candor, NC 27229


23. Have you ever read Salinger's 9 stories (particularly, bananafish and masked bandit) and then watched The Fall? Do it. And then get back to me on this one.

24. I'm fairly certain I'll become the crazy cat (/dog?) lady. I think it'd be fun to have a collection and name them after controversial political figures. "Hu Jintao! Give Vladmir Putin back his squeaky toy!"

25. Doing this last one gives me a lot of anxiety. Maybe because I hate finishing projects. I'd rather stay up all night and tweak this last one than get it over with. I'm awkward with goodbyes too...