So, School started today. Luckily, I finished all of my summer reading this past weekend. Unfortunately, the class that I had to read for wasn't even in session today.
I have Ms. Selby FIRST PERIOD. Otherwise, my schedual is great. I'm in a programming class and a web page design class, and even though I didn't get to go to the programming class, I think it's going to be great, because I have the same teacher for web page design.
Well, school was alright today. Some of the classes were good, others were not so good. I don't know what I'm going to think in six months or so, but right now I think everything will be fine.
So, yesterday I went to my orientation for my upcoming job at the Hot Dog Shoppe. Well, I was told to be there at 1:30. The orientation didn't start until 3:00. I was there an hour and a half too early. I was never called and told that the time was changed. Oh well.
Well, I have to go.
Later,
Joshua
Tuesday, August 29
Thursday, August 24
Homework's Due
Wow, this summer went fast.
Camp was fun, and I met a bunch of new people. I had a few new experiences, like a nail in my foot. But all in all, it felt way too much like a dream. Tell you what, though, coming home was a big wake up on reality. I was thrown right back into the real world.
I had forgotten how much goes on in one week. Which is about how long I've been home. At least at camp, there weren't many surprises, which is what I like, and what I grew used to, but here at home, there's something new going on all the time. It's hard to keep up, when I'm used to traveling at such a slow and generally smooth pace. I've been home just a little over a week, and it feels like I've been home for a month or two.
To top it all off, I still have to read one more book. I'm reading Stephen King's Novel "The Gunslinger," and it's fantastic. Unfortunately, I'm having trouble finding time to read it. Between the mass hysteria at my mother's house and the few things I need to do, such as chores and check my email, at my father's house, I haven't really been able to get very far.
I'm also hopefully getting a new job. I put in an application, went to an interview, and this Monday I have to go to a training session. I'm hoping that the training will go alright, and that I can start working as early as next weekend (the first weekend in September).
I also figured out how to fix my blog so that my friend Fran's blog can be viewed from a link on the side of my blog. I had to figure it out by myself, because my father fixed the other links to my family's blogs. It took a while, but it looks good, so go check out his blog, he's new and he needs some comments.
Well, that's life after camp. It takes a while, but I'm starting to get used to it again.
Later,
Joshua
Camp was fun, and I met a bunch of new people. I had a few new experiences, like a nail in my foot. But all in all, it felt way too much like a dream. Tell you what, though, coming home was a big wake up on reality. I was thrown right back into the real world.
I had forgotten how much goes on in one week. Which is about how long I've been home. At least at camp, there weren't many surprises, which is what I like, and what I grew used to, but here at home, there's something new going on all the time. It's hard to keep up, when I'm used to traveling at such a slow and generally smooth pace. I've been home just a little over a week, and it feels like I've been home for a month or two.
To top it all off, I still have to read one more book. I'm reading Stephen King's Novel "The Gunslinger," and it's fantastic. Unfortunately, I'm having trouble finding time to read it. Between the mass hysteria at my mother's house and the few things I need to do, such as chores and check my email, at my father's house, I haven't really been able to get very far.
I'm also hopefully getting a new job. I put in an application, went to an interview, and this Monday I have to go to a training session. I'm hoping that the training will go alright, and that I can start working as early as next weekend (the first weekend in September).
I also figured out how to fix my blog so that my friend Fran's blog can be viewed from a link on the side of my blog. I had to figure it out by myself, because my father fixed the other links to my family's blogs. It took a while, but it looks good, so go check out his blog, he's new and he needs some comments.
Well, that's life after camp. It takes a while, but I'm starting to get used to it again.
Later,
Joshua
Monday, August 14
Closing Up
Well, I came home.
Camp is over...Thank God. (Seriously)
Well, closing the camp is killer. Even worse this year then last, because this year we were pretty much done on Saturday. If you don't know, that's the day that the last campers leave. We worked until nine that night. I got the SPECIAL jobs. I got to go clean the latrines (big holes in the ground with toilet seats over them). Then I got to scrub the trash cans. Then on Sunday, I had the amazing opportunity to be voluntold to clean the showers.
Week eight was pretty good, though. I had an awsome troop to site guide, though there were only four boys. They were fun, and I think they really looked up to me. They asked for my mailing address before they left, I'm expecting a letter sometime soon. I taught them how to play poker, and Texas Hold'em, and Blackjack. That was fun. They built a bridge. It was pretty nice. They were also exceptional at folding tents. The tents that they folded were better then the tents that some of the staff folded.
My area, however, was chaos this week. On the five mile hike we took this week, one kid got a nosebleed. While I was helping him, we were stopped for about ten minutes, two kids got into a fight. I had to break that up, and separate them. That was fun.
All in all, the summer was pretty good. I had some good times, and I got screwed over quite a bit, but it was alright. I'm not going back next year for sure, but maybe the year after next?
Welp, that's about it. I haven't had time to write anything, so, I've got nothing else.
Later,
Joshua
Camp is over...Thank God. (Seriously)
Well, closing the camp is killer. Even worse this year then last, because this year we were pretty much done on Saturday. If you don't know, that's the day that the last campers leave. We worked until nine that night. I got the SPECIAL jobs. I got to go clean the latrines (big holes in the ground with toilet seats over them). Then I got to scrub the trash cans. Then on Sunday, I had the amazing opportunity to be voluntold to clean the showers.
Week eight was pretty good, though. I had an awsome troop to site guide, though there were only four boys. They were fun, and I think they really looked up to me. They asked for my mailing address before they left, I'm expecting a letter sometime soon. I taught them how to play poker, and Texas Hold'em, and Blackjack. That was fun. They built a bridge. It was pretty nice. They were also exceptional at folding tents. The tents that they folded were better then the tents that some of the staff folded.
My area, however, was chaos this week. On the five mile hike we took this week, one kid got a nosebleed. While I was helping him, we were stopped for about ten minutes, two kids got into a fight. I had to break that up, and separate them. That was fun.
All in all, the summer was pretty good. I had some good times, and I got screwed over quite a bit, but it was alright. I'm not going back next year for sure, but maybe the year after next?
Welp, that's about it. I haven't had time to write anything, so, I've got nothing else.
Later,
Joshua
Saturday, August 5
Final Countdown
So, here I am, for what, the forth time this summer, sitting in front of this computer.
I finally remembered my poems, but it doesn't matter much now, because the count went from two to four, and I'd have posted them in a week anyhow.
Speaking of which, I'll be back for good in a week from this coming Monday. I do believe that is the Fourteenth of August. So, instead of the twelve days at home, I'll get fourteen, plus four, so eighteen.
That's quite an accomplishment for me!
Well, I think I'll post those poems now...
See You All Next Monday,
Trevor The Angry Beaver
I finally remembered my poems, but it doesn't matter much now, because the count went from two to four, and I'd have posted them in a week anyhow.
Speaking of which, I'll be back for good in a week from this coming Monday. I do believe that is the Fourteenth of August. So, instead of the twelve days at home, I'll get fourteen, plus four, so eighteen.
That's quite an accomplishment for me!
Well, I think I'll post those poems now...
See You All Next Monday,
Trevor The Angry Beaver
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