For those of you who work and have been working all week, I wish you a merry Friday. This entry comes a day earlier than I have posted before now. In a few hours I will be boarding a bus for a school trip. 12 freshman, myself, and other members of the Discovery staff are driving out to Red Top Mountain State Park, where we will spend the next three days completely disconnected from city life. There will be tents. There will be smores. There will be a river in lieu of a shower. I am looking forward to it. And upon my return next week, you all can expect to see pictures documenting this excursion into nature. Meanwhile, the rest of my week has been littered with many much anticipated “firsts”. I had the pleasure of haggling over my paycheck for the first time. I start work as a robotics camp counselor Monday. I called the post office, which issues passports, to learn that when applying for a passport I am considered a legal adult. I crossed a threshold there that I had not expected to even see in the distance for quite a while. I led my first Discovery session, all the while battling much anxiety and many concerns of inadequacy, to find that I am pretty good at it. And all of these firsts in some way feel as though they foreshadow the larger first awaiting on the horizon, my first time out of the country, September the 7th.
Word count-wise, this is a bit shorter than what I typically have posted, so to beef this up a little, I’ll throw in a poem I wrote this week during an idle moment. It’s a work in progress, but with y’all I’m willing to share.
I tip-toe past those who would so earnestly
Attempt to see but still
Prove incapable of understanding my ways
And would grumble
Teeming with dissatisfaction
And all the while tearing
At the monument I
Before they arrived had built.
Their consent
Is a preference not
A necessity
And in their absence
True collaboration
Between myself and I
Will tackle all the obstacles
They erected in my path.
Word count-wise, this is a bit shorter than what I typically have posted, so to beef this up a little, I’ll throw in a poem I wrote this week during an idle moment. It’s a work in progress, but with y’all I’m willing to share.
I tip-toe past those who would so earnestly
Attempt to see but still
Prove incapable of understanding my ways
And would grumble
Teeming with dissatisfaction
And all the while tearing
At the monument I
Before they arrived had built.
Their consent
Is a preference not
A necessity
And in their absence
True collaboration
Between myself and I
Will tackle all the obstacles
They erected in my path.