Strangely normal things are afoot...

10.  Medication:  Shotsie brings you your medication everyday at the same time, so you are never personally responsible for making sure you take it. This is fantastic, as I usually remember to take my allergy meds when I start sneezing, which is about 3 hours too late.

9.  Songs:  Camp songs make chores go about 100 times faster.  When I’m tidying up at home or work and no one’s singing, it is quite boring and if I should start to sing these songs by myself, I get looks that indicate I may be mentally unstable.  There’s really nothing like washing dishes to songs about suicide and getting shot for a watermelon.

8.  Walkie-Talkies:  Unlike the walkie talkie conversation at work, the walkie talkie conversation at Redwing often included random giggling, talk of all sorts of chickens, and even the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme.  Good luck beating that, Target.

7.  British Invasion:  Not only do they speak our language different, but they all find Walmart astounding.  This amuses us to no end.  I will never forget Cazoo’s first trip to Walmart, which she documented with pictures.

6.  Alarm Clock:  Not only did my tent have an alarm clock that I didn’t have to set everyday, courtesy of Buckets, but there was also a morning bell at seven, in case we slept through the alarm (except for when the kitchen staff got up an hour early to ring the bell, making us think there was a roasting chicken going on).

5.  Campers:  Unlike most of the people I see now at work, the campers were super-excited to see me!  Not only did I get high-fived into the dining hall (even with smelly barn hands), I also got bombarded with hugs and letters and smiles from kids who thought I was the coolest thing since sliced bread (because they have no idea how long ago that came about).  But it was a seriously good feeling to be looked up to and talked to like I’m someone important.

4.  Father-Daughter Weekend Food:  I don’t even eat that well when I’m at home.  By about 6 weeks into the summer, I was a bit bored with the kid food at camp.  But then Father-Daughter happened….and OMG, amazing!!!

3.  Flag Field:  No where in my life right now, can I cartwheel and not look or feel like an idiot.  At camp, I could (and often did) cartwheel my way across the flag field and it was taken as pretty much normal.

2.  Staff:  Pretty much the coolest people I’ve ever met.  And fun fact, I didn’t know anyone’s real names until after we were facebook friends.  By hearing how people name themselves, I learned a lot more about them than a typical name would provide. (Literary references, tropical flowers, strange animals…)

1.  Neighs:  I miss them so much!  Having a bad day?  Go pet a horse.  Day is automatically a good day.

Because Maura and Olivia suggested it, I started looking for jobs in the Pittsburgh area earlier today.  I searched for about three hours, when a realization came to me.  After four years of college education and a mountain of debt from paying for it, I’m qualified for almost nothing.  Even the jobs that only require two years of college all have special certification requirements and all sorts of acronyms (that I’m sure no one actually knows what they stand for…heck, Google didn’t even know ) that you should be familiar with.  

I now find myself strangely apathetic about things that are going on in my life.  I really should care…but that would take effort.  And sitting on my couch watching episode after episode of Doctor Who sounds far more appealing.  It’s not like I don’t have anything to look forward to, because I am applying to programs and jobs, but if I could do it all over again…things would be a lot different.  For now, though, I’m quite content to sit back, watch back-to-back episodes of the Doctor and The Middle, and keep reading at a rate of at least 3 books a week. Oh, and also to continue dominating at family Trivial Pursuit games.

On a brighter note, I’ve observed that the family from The Middle…it’s so similar to my family that it’s scary.  And which of the 3 children in the show am I?  According to my mom, I’m like the nearly autistic 6-year-old in the series.  Awesome.  He’s no Sheldon Cooper (Stephen’s all over that one), but I had hoped I was more adjusted than that….