And The Late Bell Rings

So, School started today. Luckily, I finished all of my summer reading this past weekend. Unfortunately, the class that I had to read for wasn't even in session today.

I have Ms. Selby FIRST PERIOD. Otherwise, my schedual is great. I'm in a programming class and a web page design class, and even though I didn't get to go to the programming class, I think it's going to be great, because I have the same teacher for web page design.

Well, school was alright today. Some of the classes were good, others were not so good. I don't know what I'm going to think in six months or so, but right now I think everything will be fine.

So, yesterday I went to my orientation for my upcoming job at the Hot Dog Shoppe. Well, I was told to be there at 1:30. The orientation didn't start until 3:00. I was there an hour and a half too early. I was never called and told that the time was changed. Oh well.

Well, I have to go.

Later,
Joshua

Homework's Due

Wow, this summer went fast.

Camp was fun, and I met a bunch of new people. I had a few new experiences, like a nail in my foot. But all in all, it felt way too much like a dream. Tell you what, though, coming home was a big wake up on reality. I was thrown right back into the real world.

I had forgotten how much goes on in one week. Which is about how long I've been home. At least at camp, there weren't many surprises, which is what I like, and what I grew used to, but here at home, there's something new going on all the time. It's hard to keep up, when I'm used to traveling at such a slow and generally smooth pace. I've been home just a little over a week, and it feels like I've been home for a month or two.

To top it all off, I still have to read one more book. I'm reading Stephen King's Novel "The Gunslinger," and it's fantastic. Unfortunately, I'm having trouble finding time to read it. Between the mass hysteria at my mother's house and the few things I need to do, such as chores and check my email, at my father's house, I haven't really been able to get very far.

I'm also hopefully getting a new job. I put in an application, went to an interview, and this Monday I have to go to a training session. I'm hoping that the training will go alright, and that I can start working as early as next weekend (the first weekend in September).

I also figured out how to fix my blog so that my friend Fran's blog can be viewed from a link on the side of my blog. I had to figure it out by myself, because my father fixed the other links to my family's blogs. It took a while, but it looks good, so go check out his blog, he's new and he needs some comments.

Well, that's life after camp. It takes a while, but I'm starting to get used to it again.

Later,
Joshua

Closing Up

Well, I came home.

Camp is over...Thank God. (Seriously)

Well, closing the camp is killer. Even worse this year then last, because this year we were pretty much done on Saturday. If you don't know, that's the day that the last campers leave. We worked until nine that night. I got the SPECIAL jobs. I got to go clean the latrines (big holes in the ground with toilet seats over them). Then I got to scrub the trash cans. Then on Sunday, I had the amazing opportunity to be voluntold to clean the showers.

Week eight was pretty good, though. I had an awsome troop to site guide, though there were only four boys. They were fun, and I think they really looked up to me. They asked for my mailing address before they left, I'm expecting a letter sometime soon. I taught them how to play poker, and Texas Hold'em, and Blackjack. That was fun. They built a bridge. It was pretty nice. They were also exceptional at folding tents. The tents that they folded were better then the tents that some of the staff folded.

My area, however, was chaos this week. On the five mile hike we took this week, one kid got a nosebleed. While I was helping him, we were stopped for about ten minutes, two kids got into a fight. I had to break that up, and separate them. That was fun.

All in all, the summer was pretty good. I had some good times, and I got screwed over quite a bit, but it was alright. I'm not going back next year for sure, but maybe the year after next?

Welp, that's about it. I haven't had time to write anything, so, I've got nothing else.

Later,
Joshua

Final Countdown

So, here I am, for what, the forth time this summer, sitting in front of this computer.

I finally remembered my poems, but it doesn't matter much now, because the count went from two to four, and I'd have posted them in a week anyhow.

Speaking of which, I'll be back for good in a week from this coming Monday. I do believe that is the Fourteenth of August. So, instead of the twelve days at home, I'll get fourteen, plus four, so eighteen.

That's quite an accomplishment for me!

Well, I think I'll post those poems now...

See You All Next Monday,
Trevor The Angry Beaver

Two Faced

Well, this is the first poem I wrote at camp. I wrote it because someone was talking to a CIT (counsellor in training), and the CIT was saying that he had no idea that anyone on staff was the way they were from his week at camp. The person that was talking to the CIT said, "Every camper sees us happy, but then they come to the staff site and sees how happy we really are."

Two Faced

Look at this Smile
See it on Our face
We show Happiness
when there is Not a trace
Yet all of you are Fooled
Living Ignorant Bliss
the Truth is being show
and still that’s what You miss
Maybe I’m Two Faced
but I know You are Too
so We’ll keep Smiling
for the Rest who are True

Flee (From Fire)

So, I was sitting at one of the campfires, and because I don't pay any attention at those things, I was watching the fire burning. During that time, I'm not sure exactly how long that was, I came up with this poem.

Flee (From Fire)

Now My Fire
is burning bright
In This Long
and Lasting Night
As it Thrills and Chills
and fills Us All with Fright
the Night Light Fades
and becomes a New Sight.
My new fuel of Anger
burns softer then Rage’s Fight,
yet Anger’s Heat is the Greater,
For Tonight shall be Your Flight

Bitter

I'm not exactly sure what stirred on this one. Wait, yes I am. I was in the shower, thinking about the day I had just completed. (For all of you that don't know, I shower at midnight because I can't shower before that...reasons are long and complicated, just take my word for it.) Well, during my reflection of the day I was thinking about a few of the staff members that I knew from last year. I did not like them one bit last year, and this year they seemed to have been turning around, trying to act nice and buddy up with me. I decided that it was going to take a lot to turn my resent towards them into friendship...

Bitter

Left out in the Cold,
Still young and feeling old
This taste makes me unwanted.
You have a Life and always flaunt it
Then We’re thrown upon the Fire
and, Wow! How the Flames Shoot Higher
and Yet Your blackened corpse still
tastes better then I Ever Will
even if I’m pulled off Quicker
and eaten with a lot of liquor
I’ll Never touch the GRANDNESS of Your Life.
Yet here I stand, knife in hand,
Ready to End Our Strife

Losing Reality

Well, this is the fourth poem I've written this summer. I didn't get to write it in the notebook I usually write in, because I gave that to my father to publish my other three poems, and as you can tell, he did an excelent job with that.

There's a good story behind this poem...Last year I was having some trouble on staff. I felt like I wanted to quit, I wasn't having any fun, and I was generally being treated like crap. Well, a very good staff member took me in and helped me out, and we became good friends.

This year, it seems that I've lost that friendship, though I have gained another good friend. For every gain, there must be a loss...

Losing Reality

For every Gain,
a Loss
Not every Loss
a Gain
For Friendship
has a cost:
One Starts,
One Dies in Vain
Yet when
I sit and Count
the Losses
and the Gains
I see
Defenses mount
and Fall
inside the Rain
For though
We Live in Light
The Days
All End in Pain
For all Our Smiles,
Fright
All the Fright
Makes Me Insane