Archive for August, 2004

Dusting off the Blog

Ok, now that I have a few minutes I figured I should give you all the obligatory life update.

As most of you know, I'm now moved into my new place on the North side of Bloomington. It's a hell-of-a-lot better than the last place, plus it's brand new.

Um, let's see… Last week was Band Camp, which is why I wasn't around much for people to talk to me. The trumpet rooks are awesome and the trumpets and mellophones won the section competition, making it three years out of my five that my section has won the trophy.

Classes started today, here's the rundown of what I have and when…

Monday and Wednesday
I400 – Cheating and Security (yes, that is a class where my grade is based on cheating)
S331 – La naturaleza en la literatura (The Nature of Texts)
H160 – First Aid and CPR for the Professional Rescuer (yes, it will be an easy class, I need a GPA boost)
M300 – Marketing for Non-Majors

Wednesday Only
I450 – Capstone Project Lab Section

Tuesday and Thursday
H160 Lab Section
I450 Capstone Project Lecture

Friday Only
More S331

Every Day
Hundred

There you have it, that's my course load this semester. I completely forgot which topic my !400 class covered until I got to class this morning. Finding out that it was a course about cheating was awesome! One of our assignments is to illegally alter our grade for that particular assignment.

Anyway, that's about all I have going on right now. Expect a LJ update sometime soon covering things not said here for obvious reasons.

The End-of-the-Blog Rundown

Song of the DayFlake – Jack Johnson

Quote of the Day – "This is a class about being a sore loser." – Prof. Jacobsson, Cheating and Security

Current Mood – Happy

This is why I'm happy to be an American.

So bye, bye you camper guys…

This is going to be hard… summarizing the summer in one post, but here's the best I can do.

Amazing…

I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend my time. Of course, the beginning of the summer was rough, but it always is. After week three rolled around, things looked as if they weren't going to get any better. Around that time, things started to look better. The HA staff started becoming one cohesive unit, the camp staff as a whole was finding the end of its storming (earlier than usual, I might add). Things started falling into place to make this summer THE best on record for me.

First of all, a few thank yous…

The 2004 RSR Staff: You guys all have a special place in my heart. That camp and the lives of over 3000 scouts have been changed by you all. And probably what is more, the lives of 140+ staffers have been impacted by everyone. I can honestly embrace each and every one of you as a friend and most as brothers. Thank you for making this summer the most memorable I've ever had.

Mojo, Will, Drew, Brent, Jimi, Chris and Luke: You all are brothers to me. I can't express in words how privileged I feel to have worked with you guys this summer. I can't thank you all enough. I hope to see you all again sometime soon, very soon. It makes me sad that so few of us are returning for next summer.

The Room Six Guys: If the HA staff are my brothers, you guys are my closest family. You guys mean so much to me. It's sad that each year, there is the possibility that one or more of us will not be returning but you guys are one of the largest reasons that I keep coming back.

Jess: Thank you for being there when I needed a hug, someone to talk to. Your smile made my days so much better. You will always be a little sister to me. I'll be there for you as long as you're there for me.

The Scouts: The reason we are all at camp, and to those of you who impacted my life in immeasurable ways, thank you. There are too many of you to name here. My biggest thank you goes out to you all. My heart is not big enough to thank you all.

Leaving camp today was very depressing. I rolled back in around 5:00 to grab the rest of my things and leave. I saw Homer and Walter packing stuff up and thought "Great, I'll be able to see everyone that made my summer awesome, one last time," but after a short walk through the cabins, I was reminded that everyone had already gone home.

I loaded my boxes into my truck, took down my computer desk, took apart my computer, and put it all into its place for the ride across town. When I was finishing my packing, Craig and Matt both approached me and we said our goodbyes.

And then they drove off…

Leaving me alone to finish my packing. The camp was so empty that I could hear the clicking of my ratchet tie downs echoing off the buildings and trees… The familiar noises of scouts playing games, telling stories, chasing staffers no longer emanated from the ridges.

It was a sobering reminder that the summer was over.

As I climbed into my truck, memories of the best summer ever started flooding back into my mind. Every scout, staffer, friend, brother. Every night spent chillin somewhere in camp, singing songs, cracking jokes. The HA staff of 2004. Days spent watching the scouts I knew three years ago growing up right in front of my eyes. Tent Crews. Mornings spent playing games in the dew filled fields at COPE, afternoons climbing at the tower watching scouts learn to conquer their fears, evenings climbing at the tower with the HA staff of 2004. Sunsets at fossil beach, the morning fog that just hangs at the tops of the trees, the smell of burning red elm as you walk past campsites. Rope swings, caving, water skiing. MOTHER BEARS! Scott Sharp's night out on the town, Chicago and the Girl Scout sign.

Those were truly the days of my life.

And as I started driving down that gravel road, my eyes began to uncontrollably fill up with tears. Passing through those gates one last time with the melodies of the Ransburg Song running through my head, the song I couldn't sing at the banquet for fear of breaking down in tears, was like saying goodbye to my home, the place where my heart is.

It's not the leaving that makes me sad, it's knowing that two of the best friends I've ever had will not be back next summer, the uncertainty of my own return and leaving behind the memories that were formed this summer that makes me sad…

On the banks of Lake Monroe,
High above the trees,
Flies the flag of dear Camp Ransburg,
Proudly in the breeze.

As we gather in the twilight,
Scouting friends so true,
Building in our hearts fond memories,
Camp Ransburg of you.

Never before did the words of that song carry such a meaning for me…

that is all for now

Chicago!

Maybe not sweet home, but a sweet city.

So I was in Chicago this weekend, but I didn't get to visit Erin because she would rather go on some lame outing with a theatre boy… :-P

Anyway, it was a good time. Drew, Mojo, Chris and I left Saturday around 10:30 and got to Chicago around 2:00 or so that afternoon. Our first adventure was finding Moosejaw Mountaineering. We turned the wrong way on Armitage and ended up driving through one of the latino communities of Chicago.

Once we got to Moosejaw, we taught the employees the games thirteen, this hand this hand, and one other that I can't remember. We stayed in the store so long that the employees seemed to get annoyed with us and wanted us to leave, so they just stopped talking to us.

After our trouble causing in Moosejaw, we headed to the lakefront and walked around to find somewhere to eat. While we were walking around we met up with four women wanting to open a bottle of chapagne with a lighter. I pulled out my knife to pry with, which startled them, but we finally got the cap off. We walked through the new park area and just past Grand Park before we decided to eat at the first place we saw. It was "The Big Downtown".

None of us were sure what to make about that joint… It was classy in appearance, but the background music was Good Charlotte. It was a strange restaurant.

For those of you who don't know, Mojo isn't a fan of large numbers of people in one place. We drove around Chicago for a while trying to find Lake Shore Dr. but ended up giving up because Mojo got tired of the number of people.

The ride home was filled with just as much bewilderment as the driving around the city. We took the tollroad home… but it's under construction. Someone in their infinite wisdom, we'll call this someone "The Man", decided to put a concrete divider between the lanes. We were definitely in the left hand lane when the I-65 exit went by. The Man decided that it would be a bad idea to let commuters know that the divider didn't let them exit onto I-65.

We made our turn around in Portage… Apparently many people had made the same mistake that evening because the lady at the tollbooth was pretty short-tempered with us because she had given the same directions many times that night.

After driving around northern Indiana for a while, we arrived home at camp sometime around 2am that morning.

Yay roadtrips!

That's all for this posting… peace out yo!

The End-of-the-Blog Rundown

Song of the DayI Will Follow – U2

Quote of the Day – Anything in a really bad Bostonian accent

Current Mood – Pensive, I've been thinking a lot lately. If you care to know what about, just ask and maybe I'll tell you.

until the next post…