Today was the legendary day of the legendary Find-Your-Way-Back-To-Campus-Van-Disaster. In other news, Charlotte is a good cook, Claire knows about Raymond Carver, Shizue and I don't have a laundry party, Jake, Scibetta and I do run around for energy, Aidan and Becky are responsible on wood crew, and I get the news chore. Today is Wednesday, March 10, 2010. I'm Ian Kernohan, and for the first time I can truly say that I am bringing you the stories of yesterday, today... and tomorrow.

Day 40

My last day on cook's crew started with cream of wheat and muffins for breakfast. It was tasty, but not necessarily the most filling thing possible. Our school meeting involved Matt and Gaby talking about cheating... fun times. We had to write down times we cheated, talk about why people cheat... it was quite boring. That took up most of the time, and afterward Hallie mentioned that she was feeling tired and sort of sick. I was feeling not up to the task in wood crew. Maybe it was due to my first two trees not being able to be cut due to either trunks of other trees in the way or branches of other trees ensnaring it. I cut down two, three, maybe four, and dragged them up to the processing station (Jack dragged one part of one), and then subbed out for David. Sawing was fun, more fun that chopping, at least right then it was. I traded off arms to get strong (totally works.), and tosses my logs into the piles instead of walking over and placing them, like Aidan and Becky.

We were, for a period, out of wood, but Nora and Phoebe brought us more. We arrived a little late to lunch, but that was fine. Charlotte cooked bagels and brownie pie, this time with cream cheese. I had a sesame bagel with said cheese, and one with some weird baked vegetable things. I made it into a sandwich with turkey, cheese and mayo. It was yummy. I had like three pieces of brownie pie, since I was covering for David on dish crew. I swept. It was not fun: I whined to Phoebe when she asked how I was. It was fine though. I wasn't hurt, like the people whose van to Find Your Way Back to Campus tipped over on a muddy road. Jake or Sam S will tell you all about that. Jake has pics, so it happened.

After lunch I was on the internet, and I might've done some work for History during that class... I was not very productive. In English I sat with Rachel, Maddy and Claire, a group I don't usually sit with. We discussed Cathedral, wherein a guy gets high with a blind man. Claire told us about the drama involving Richmond Carver, the author, and how his famed trademark, short, choppy, sentences, was really the effort of his editor. During my advisor meeting with Susie we walked down to see the goats and sheep. We talked about chores and work. It was nice-- I'm always amazed at how different she is between time at school and the slow, calm version she is on our meetings.

Shizue said she had sugar crew during our arranged time, so I could not have a laundry party with her then. I still took my stuff down: it's still there. Maybe tomorrow. I went up to Miles, chatted with Taylor, Jake, both Sams and Rafi before doing English, Spanish, and E. Sci. I still have a letter to write in Spanish. After that was done, it was dinner: spaghetti. That was decent. You can't mess up spaghetti. Hallie was sick (she was at lunch, but just teaching Becky how to cook's crew.), so Caitlin was back on. I gave a cheesy sitcom series-finale ending line upon hanging my apron up for the last time: “Well, I guess dinner... was served...”

I went to the library to get the news, which was fine. Rachel guided me. I got one story from the Onion, and some from BBC, NYT, and digg. After that I went back to Miles to do History, but Sam S, Jake and I ran up the hill for energy. Sam S and I grabbed oranges with Freddy in the dining hall. I did that work in Miles then. Comfort did check-in. There was a new light in the bathroom. We stressed and did more work. It was mostly just words on a page. Now it's midnight, the latest I've ever stayed up working, [Cue Rosii-style "ha-haaa!!"] and that's pretty cool. Jake, Sam S and I were talking a lot, bonding. Adrija wrote Sam S a song that she played for him during a math study session. That was awkward. Sam S agrees with Sarah: they will get me someone by the end of this.