Week 8; Donna

Today we were split up into groups for the different age groups of the children.
Oh. Perhaps I should describe everyone first. Ok
So Debora is the Director of camp. Michelle is the co-director, and Christa is the directors aide.
Fred, the history major who I'm moving in with next week is the "floater," which means he goes from group to group checking up on everyone, helping where help is needed, and becoming friends with all the kids. He'll be really good at that.
Donna is my co-counselor. She is a mother of four.. and a grandmother once. She has an AMAZING laugh and is very very enthusiastic and silly. We work well together! Haha I am excited to work with her and listen to her and learn from her experiences.
Then theres Kristen who is doing theatre at Concordia, likes to have fun, and who has whiter legs than me, Nazrin from Iran who speaks three languages and is a good listener, Reesa(sp?) who surfs the internet a lot, likes working with the older age group mostly, and travels an hour and a half by train to and from work (such dedication!), Max who just graduated from highschool too (here thats grade 11... weird) and plays the guitar in a band, and Angela who has dreads(!) lives in Pointe St. Charles and is very cool in general. Then there is also Anna, a single mother of some very hyper boys who loves them a whole bunch, and she will be helping out with snacks and lunch and stuff like that.
Soooooo I am pretty stoked. Life is looking goooood. I am loving being independent and figuring out the metro system here, and trying to understand random french conversations, and meeting new people. Lots of things to do.. this weekend I think I will try and do as much french sort of stuff as possible to make up for all the english I've been using so far.

got a place to stay

i am slowly getting used to the perpetual smell of marijuana that seems to be EVERYWHERE in montreal. crazy student town.

montreal!

je suis ici.

if you could read my mind

the things we do for love.

-write songs
-gossip
-say YES to anything
-cry
-laugh at corny jokes
-tell corny jokes
-make silly faces
-forget the time
-eat chocolate
-stop eating chocolate
-wish for summer
-write poetry
-moan
-imagine impossible daydreams
-talk loudly in their vicinity
-discretely think about paris and red wine and baguettes and brie cheese and accordions
-wish you were a cat
-buy make up
-feel bad about being vain
-feel bad about not being vain enough
-wonder at what they /really/ need
-make assumptions
-forget friends
-look for love elsewhere?
-gather crumbs
-try to play the guitar, and fail miserably

Week 7

I am starting this post with no idea as to who I should talk about... I just figure its been.. about a week so I should get going on week 7.
Notes:
-got the job in montreal, leave next sunday. jane tells me i should look out for director robert lepage, if i intend to see any theatre while im there. please leave requests for letters/memorabilia youd like.
-3 exams on friday. calculus, world issues, new testament. ugh
-the play gets better every time i see it. heajin has come so far as an actor in the past year and a half. it is weird to see her on stage being an Actor. i dunno why. and i would like a chinese umbrella from china please. a parasol. :)
-i dont want to give up cello, but how can one save the world AND spend all one's time playing music (bono. hmph. i wish i was bono.)
-this year i want to take up belly dancing, join the running club near my home, get my fricken g1, and become a big sister(thats Big Sister, my parents are NOT pregnant in their old age).
-and do an apprenticeship as a sound designer, and join brampton's shakespeare company

Today, I told my mother that the play was from 6:30 to 8:30, because this is what Mrs. Das told me yesterday. I also told her that I would call once it was done, to let her know how I was getting home - by bus, or with someone, or if she needed to pick me up. So of course the play didn't end at 8:30, it ended at 10:30, because they decided to make it Dinner And Theatre, rather than Dinner THeatre. So I call my mum once its done, and she flips "whereareyouooohnoivecalledallyourfriendsbecaus
eithoughtyou'dtakenthebusandbeenrapedandmurderedor
somethingauuughwhereareyouwhatshappeningthisishorrible!"
This is the third time in one year that she has done this. Every single time I have been completely all right, had good plans to get home, etc, and every single time she makes a million calls to people who would have absolutely no idea where I am and shouldn't be forced to figure it out or to find phone numbers of people who do know how to get in touch with me.
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