I'm here! I've been here a week now actually, but the staff computers only got here today. Which means I can stop bugging the office staff to lend me their work laptops so I can quickly send home one sentence "I'm alive" emails to my Nan and actually blog.
So much to tell y'all!
The sitch: I'm living with 9 others in a cabin. It's communal living so think Uni meets sleepover club meets army camp rolled into one.
And the food is all-american (obviously). Waffle sticks for breakfast! Grilled cheese for lunch! All good now, until I go home super-sized :O And the assorted neon kool-aid which I've avoided with commintment. Ew.
Day to day there's not much to write about. We're getting camp ready for campers, so it's been raking leaves, putting up teepees, clearing the forest, making footpaths and oh, raking! ALL THE RAKING.
It's a 9-5 job. My arms and core. Ache.
I can't tell you how stupid it feels to pick weeds in a forest...it's a forest!
I've mentioned previously I'm teaching adventure. Basically there's a big clearing in the forest where we've set up an army camp and will have sleep-outs with the older kids. It's about half a mile into the woods away from camp. Dense and buggy. The trees are tall...about 8-10 Georgia's high. There's salamanders and chipmunks!
In Walmart
Tucker: Have you had kettle corn?
Me: What?
Aretha: She's never had kettle corn!
Me: It looks like popcorn?
Tucker: No! No! No!
*Tucker ushers a bag towards me , I try a piece and they look on expectantly*
Me: Er, that is popcorn?
Tucker: But popcorn is salty, this stuff is sweet
Me: Back home we get sweet popcorn...
Aretha: It's called kettle corn!
Me: Oh, not in England!
Aretha: Wierd!
Word: "HYPHY": Cool-Crazy but in a good way
ie: "That jumper is hyphy!"
So much to tell y'all!
The sitch: I'm living with 9 others in a cabin. It's communal living so think Uni meets sleepover club meets army camp rolled into one.
And the food is all-american (obviously). Waffle sticks for breakfast! Grilled cheese for lunch! All good now, until I go home super-sized :O And the assorted neon kool-aid which I've avoided with commintment. Ew.
Day to day there's not much to write about. We're getting camp ready for campers, so it's been raking leaves, putting up teepees, clearing the forest, making footpaths and oh, raking! ALL THE RAKING.
It's a 9-5 job. My arms and core. Ache.
I can't tell you how stupid it feels to pick weeds in a forest...it's a forest!
I've mentioned previously I'm teaching adventure. Basically there's a big clearing in the forest where we've set up an army camp and will have sleep-outs with the older kids. It's about half a mile into the woods away from camp. Dense and buggy. The trees are tall...about 8-10 Georgia's high. There's salamanders and chipmunks!
In Walmart
Tucker: Have you had kettle corn?
Me: What?
Aretha: She's never had kettle corn!
Me: It looks like popcorn?
Tucker: No! No! No!
*Tucker ushers a bag towards me , I try a piece and they look on expectantly*
Me: Er, that is popcorn?
Tucker: But popcorn is salty, this stuff is sweet
Me: Back home we get sweet popcorn...
Aretha: It's called kettle corn!
Me: Oh, not in England!
Aretha: Wierd!
Word: "HYPHY": Cool-Crazy but in a good way
ie: "That jumper is hyphy!"
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