"when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro"--hunter s. thompson, by way of corywill...
oh, my sweet people. it's been a long week and a half. right now, i'd like to stare down a bottle of something you have to be 21 to buy, and sleep for 36 hours straight. in the last three weeks, i've made a cps call, put an employee on probation, and fired two people for smoking pot behind the cabins where small children sleep. i'm kind of over being in charge, for the moment. i'm about to run to chapel, and listen to the primary campers talk to God. that is amazing, and that is why i'm glad i am here. because, in the long run, it's not about the drama. it's not about people who won't act right, no matter how many incentives or threats i throw at their feet. at the end of the day, it's about those little kids, who sing and learn, and grown up to be us, and do the same thing for other little kids that we've done for them. case in point, a counselor who was on summer staff when i was 11 or 12 sent his baby girl to us this week, so we could do for her what he did for us. life is a wheel.
congrats to john james derkits III, who became a deacon on saturday. and congrats to laura jane for being the best seminary wife in the world.
i'm using my teaching time this week to catch up on correspondence, so be looking in your mailbox for a little something from camp crazy. life is good, and beautiful, even when it's hard and confusing. i remember that when i watch the sun set, and the stars come up, and it seems easier to remember it here.
i saw three shooting stars the other night. and with that, i'm going to go steal some adderall from a third grader.
mil besos--rmg
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