Have you ever met someone and you thought you were talking to yourself? How creepy and cool would that be! Well, that’s what happened to me last week. We indeed had 5 campers with 18 staff last week and the students were incredibly well behaved and we the staff actually made more noise than they did. The latter was a bit awkward at times.
As soon as one of the girls walked off the bus, I said to myself, “Wow! This will be interesting.” And indeed it was. She would just talk or breathe or think or feel something and I was just convinced that I was talking to myself. Here’s a list of some of the things I remember that we had in common:
Listened to NPR (National Public Radio)
Didn’t like her peers because they do things that don’t make sense or are good.
Would rather read than be with her peers.
Likes to wear her fro.
Prefers pie crust in a pie and if the pie crust is not good, she will not eat the pie.
Loved the husband and wife team “Rodrigo and Gabriela” on Youtube when I introduced her to them.
Saw herself in college earning several degrees.
Was planning on how she was going to make a huge impact in the world.
Knew that her hometown is not where she wanted to stay for the rest of her life.
Had roots in the South.
Wore what she wanted to wear despite opposition from peers and shallow authority.
Not a hint of girly.
Used the word “magnanimous” in a sentence correctly.
LOVED Scrabble.
Used synonyms and plays on words to make jokes.
Was the ONLY one who understood ALL my jokes.
Thought dancing was difficult because there was no mathematical equation to solve.
She encouraged me in her 16-year old way that who I am is ok. I don’t know why I still question this fact being 24. Some days, I’m perfectly fine with who I am. Others, I’m so totally not. It kinda depends on several factors including, but not exclusively bound to wind pressure, estrogen level, the minute I wake up, what day it is, who I’m around, type of toothpaste used, and/or leg hair length—the longer the sexier.
Peace and blessings.
JLP
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