Just One More Thing

Well. I’m back at school. It sounds pretty boring. But it’s not. I was here over the summer working at camp and let me tell you, being in a college town during months when it isn’t in fact a college town? That’s boring. It’s like a ghost town. So to be back with all the people amid all the new-school-year excitement is fun. And it’s a completely new year for me. Sure, the concept of going to class (good idea), staying out of trouble (also a good idea), and the atmosphere goings-on of the university itself stay virtually the same, but in a way I’m a new person this year. For one, I’ve got some wheels under me this year. That's a pretty big and new adventure for those who know me. Over the past five years or so I’ve become a professional bum. Bumming rides off any and everyone who could and was willing to drive me. First and foremost to all those people, THANK YOU. I didn’t mind walking home from school or biking to and from work, great exercise, but to everybody who did bu...

I had never owned a pair of chacos before. When I think back on the greatest summer of my life this seems the most irrelevant fact to first disclose. As my two months working at Camp moved along, I learned many things; about myself, other people, and about life in general. I also learned that what seems insignificant might in fact be more important than could possibly be imagined. Those silly shoes were the roots of my transformation this summer. Not just from a physical appearance standpoint, but also in how I view the world and frankly, the big picture. --- I bought my chacos the day before I left. Upon arriving, they only further emphasized my strain to fit the part of outdoorsy dude, knowing full well that in the not-too distant past I would have much rather preferred a bag of potato chips in one hand and a PlayStation controller in the other. I felt like I could handle the “working with kids” portion of the job description; I love being with kids and making them laug...