Another day, another entry. I've been asked how I found the time to do these. Well, I did it after check-in, whether I had work or not. In our room, there'd be three kids tapping away at laptops. Jake would ask Sam a clarifying question about dirt or energy, and Sam would say something about Susie's class; they were both stressed. Then I'd pipe up: HEY GUYS? WHAT DID WE HAVE FOR LUNCH TODAY? WAS IT PASTA? I CAN'T REMEMBER. And somehow they didn't hurt me.

Day 11

Oh boy today. Breakfast was delicious- sausage and gravy on toast. I had my humble today, and in the morning I told the story of Sylvie putting water in a cup. We had a Scavenger Hunt in Farm Seminar- just finding farm-related things around campus. We were grouped by dish crews, and though Phoebe had good energy the rest of us were lackluster. E. Sci. was stressful. Printing out my rough draft (which lacks real flow... I think I'll still understand it by the end though.) was way too hard. Lunch was turkey melts, chicken melts, and corn chowder. It was some turkey with cheese melted over toast- quite good. The chowder was also a consistent hit.

I chatted with Grace before Work/Activities, and that was fun. In Bruceworks we built two sawhorses, or sawbucks as he calls them. There's probably a small difference. It was fun drilling everything together, though we didn't get to saw anything. We also sifted ash from trash cans. The cans were very heavy and my fingers were hurting by the end. I was covered in dust afterward, and Bruce took an air hose and blew the dust off Katja and I. It smelled funny. We were wearing masks and goggles to protect us from inhaling dust, and it was hard to breath.

These last few hours, if you'll let me go on a tangent, have been hard- trying to write an essay about something I don't know. Kit gave us no question- we had to devise one ourselves- and something as open-ended as that becomes hard for me when I don't know on what to focus. I feel like he's the teacher, he should ask us what he wants us to know. Maybe I should've just written 500 words on everything I know about the 1890s. Deja vu here for some reason. Anyway. Odd thoughts over.

Spanish was actually cool- we had some good discussions. I went first so I could say something and space out. I did well on the reading quiz we had, and I feel the upcoming homework will be easy. Past tense this time, oh boy. I gave my retooled Hangover speech as my nighttime humble to a great response. Dinner was steak tips/pot roast, corn, and mashed potatoes was gravy. All of it was good. Upon coming back to my table, Rebecca did that thing she always does where she goes “hey, good job” and throws out a fist-pound in an overly nonchalant manner. I don't know what she means by that.

I had the auditions for the musical afterward, and I gave it my all. I was loud and invested. It was fun; I think everyone enjoyed it. I didn't sing though. Hallie and I went to an English room to do Precalc homework, and for some reason we spoke in cockney accents and discussed swearing. It's fun doing work with her; it makes it go by quicker (it seems) and it's just nice to do work a day early. I finally went back to my dorm and wrote an awful History paper: no real consistent thought, too much explanation... just 522 words. I hope the quiz will be different. The not-working part of tonight was very fun. It's just in the working part that I'm getting into Amanda Palmer-music mode.

Patrick played his guitar at check-in and we all devoured a box of Cheezits and a bag of Cheddar and Sour Cream Ruffles. Blake says is next? Yes, it is. I really know this album well. Blake Says after Leeds United. Maybe I'll play some Wolfmother next... I haven't listened to the Dropkick Murphys in a while... hm. Hm. Arya wrote on my wall that she misses me. I sort of do- I really like most people here, and my roommates are awesome- but there's also how she always does the same thought problems with herself. I guess I like seeing her more than not. I'll tell her stuff when I get back. Things are getting odd. I don't know what might happen with people, but I guess I have four months here. That's a lot of time for things to happen. Amanda Palmer really is some sad time music. I'm not really sad though- just tired of writing bad essays. I'll brush my teeth and listen to some, I don't know, Beatles.