So, once again, it's been a while...camp life will do that to ya.
I have AWESOME news though! Yep, I did it, I got into grad school at Eastern Michigan University!!! WOOT!
I'm far too excited to even believe that it's true!
But, of course, they wouldn't just let me in, no. I had to really prove that I wanted to be there. You know what that means...a fight with admissions/processing. Apparently classes that I took during high school at a local university as a part of a high school advanced program I was in, created a little snag. Only admissions didn't tell me about this snag until I called them a week before I was supposed to start my classes!
Long story short, I ran up my cell phone bill going WAY over my minutes for the month on the phone with EMU, Wilkes University and my high school. I think admissions finally got sick of me because they pushed the application through without the official transcript :) SUCCESS!
I move out to Michigan in about 29 hours. I'll be leaving around 4 am to get to housing before they close at 5. Then starting classes on Wednesday! One of my "required" classes is called Feminist Thought...required...HA! Like they'd have to require me to take that class!
I get to meet the rest of my cohort Wednesday too and set up the rest of my schedule. I'm so happy I could burst!
August 27, 2011
August 3, 2011
Hey! Do you want to work at a camp? It's AWESOME!
After thinking that I got my mojo back I was actually turned down for the job I most wanted at UMass and one of my really god friends was hired instead...yeah it kinda hurt a bit. I was being down on myself and not really doing much for a day or two and then the Friday after my last post I get this call... It's this guy named Layton and he says he wanted to know if a) I had found summer employment and b) if not, would I be interested in working at a camp... I said a) no and b) potentially. I had never heard of the camp before...why? Its in Maine...yeah I'm not from Maine, so I had to check this out before driving 9 hours. He tells me he needs me to call him back the next day.
So, I check out their website. It looks legit. My mother kindly butts in that she's sure if Charles Manson had a recruitment website, it would probably look legit too...she had a point, but I was in a funk after that rejection and I needed to do something...even if it was getting murdered in the middle of the woods in Maine. So I called Layton back and he told me to be there on Monday.
Monday came around and I was supposed to leave around 9am so I'd get there when it was still light out...haha things didn't quite work out like that and I didn't end up leaving until 1pm, which meant that I wasn't going to be arriving until 10pm.
Camp, of course, was in the middle of the woods. As I'm driving down this winding dirt driveway, in the dead of night, with no lights or people anywhere, I was thinking about calling my mom to have someone to be witness to my murder...then I thought about it and wouldn't want to here the "I told you so" that would DEFINITELY ensue. So there I was, convinced I was about to die alone in bumblefuck Maine. I parked next to another car at the end of the driveway and try to get the courage to walk to the shack-like building that says "Office" and has a light on. All these peppy perky people great me and it stead of being relieved I'm pretty sure my reaction was "Oh fuck I'm joining a cult"
To make a long story short (er) I've been working at a camp in Maine since then. It's a real camp and after a little bit of a bumpy start, I absolutely love it here! (Maybe it is a cult! Shit I did drink the bug juice...is that like kool-aid?!?)
Sometimes everything works out for the best. I'm really glad I didn't get that job at UMass and ended up here, besides, my friend absolutely hated it there and said it was horrible.
So, I check out their website. It looks legit. My mother kindly butts in that she's sure if Charles Manson had a recruitment website, it would probably look legit too...she had a point, but I was in a funk after that rejection and I needed to do something...even if it was getting murdered in the middle of the woods in Maine. So I called Layton back and he told me to be there on Monday.
Monday came around and I was supposed to leave around 9am so I'd get there when it was still light out...haha things didn't quite work out like that and I didn't end up leaving until 1pm, which meant that I wasn't going to be arriving until 10pm.
Camp, of course, was in the middle of the woods. As I'm driving down this winding dirt driveway, in the dead of night, with no lights or people anywhere, I was thinking about calling my mom to have someone to be witness to my murder...then I thought about it and wouldn't want to here the "I told you so" that would DEFINITELY ensue. So there I was, convinced I was about to die alone in bumblefuck Maine. I parked next to another car at the end of the driveway and try to get the courage to walk to the shack-like building that says "Office" and has a light on. All these peppy perky people great me and it stead of being relieved I'm pretty sure my reaction was "Oh fuck I'm joining a cult"
To make a long story short (er) I've been working at a camp in Maine since then. It's a real camp and after a little bit of a bumpy start, I absolutely love it here! (Maybe it is a cult! Shit I did drink the bug juice...is that like kool-aid?!?)
Sometimes everything works out for the best. I'm really glad I didn't get that job at UMass and ended up here, besides, my friend absolutely hated it there and said it was horrible.
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