I want to go home. This place is eating my soul, I swear. Weekends are beautiful, this week is hell.

Monday: Kids go sailing. Kids capsize. In general, not a huge deal... Not here. Some crazed woman called 911 in a panic. Making me explain myself to not only the RCMP, the Fire-fighters, and the EMS medics. I got reamed out by some lady for five minutes for chuckling about the situation.
Bitch.

Tuesday: One of my kids goes home, hating sailing, and likely hating me. After she leaves, we're playing a camp wide game and a child falls into a wasp nest. He is screaming like a banshee, and a little girl is screaming that he might be allergic...I run in there blinded by the fear of him dying, and end up with eight bites myself. Turns out I'm mildly allergic and he's not, and my swelling has yet to go down.
Yay.

Today: My boss calls me into his office, and questions my teaching methods because my snot nosed child that went home complained about me to her mother.
Fuck.

It's not bad, just I'm slowly burning out. I want reality, and school to kick in. A real job, a real life, real friends...

Do you miss me?
I miss me.

Or at least it would on a normal night. Tonight, this entry really doesn't have a subject. I really miss my friends. But I know I will miss all these loons and freaks I call my co-workers. I'm supposed to go out with Taz and Dingo on Saturday, but who knows. I'm so incredibly tired...
And rather smelly. I'm off to the shower....
Soon.

Today I learned something new about myself. I learned that indeed, I have minimal self control when it comes to rejection, and boys.
Hmm....
A point to ponder.

Do you miss me? I miss you.
Love and for always:
Andrea....

I had another astonishing weekend, only to come back to work and be tossed face first into a desparing pit of hatred and anger.

I am doing the jobs of three indivuals. How am I supposed to effectivly do my job, when I am do the work of another two indivuals?
I can't. It's that simple.

SO I am forced to fake a smile, and bullshit my way through another hopeless week in yowochas; land of a thousand deaths.

Shitty. Indeed.

And in business!!

I'm registered for fall classes, looking like a rock star, and living a pretty weirdly good life.

I still am awkward around people, but this summer, I dunno... I've changed. Not drastically, and I haven't found myself.... or anything, but I have changed.

I've become more social, more fun to be around, and more sarcastically human. I've become less scared of consequences of little mistakes, and more focused on having a great time on my path in life. Not a party animal, but more outgoing.

I got my booklist for Sept 6th, and I am going to pick up some of them quite soon. I am such a dumb keener when it comes to school. I cannot wait!!

My co-workers are not as bad and stupid as I always assumed them to be... I'm becoming just as rediculosly stupid as them, we do, after-all... work in a kids' camp!

So after all is said and done, I'm thinking that my summer, as it is so far, has been a success.

Love you guys, I'll catch up, I promise...!!

As I sit here at one o'clock in the afternoon, sprawled out on my sofa in my underpants and a giant t-shirt....I think to myself...

...Why did I take this job, and why did I give up afternoons like these...

What a lazy day. I head back to work today, in three hours in fact, but I'm not all that sad about it. I'm more excited than anything. Excited that I'm almost done. Excited that I need not rely on the same two people to get me through my weekends.

Even if I miss them terribly.


So I will print off a sheduale for the fall, and hop into the shower. Dancing all the way through. ((Dustin lets go dancing)) And then re-pack all of my junk.

All of my momentos of home....and all of my memories of friends....and all of my inside-jokes...

All for another week