And the trip to JLW comes to its close. Back at Mountain School I have no idea what was going down, only that once I returned Sunday, April 18, 2010, the usual antics were still going strong. Boy, does tonight feel like a salsa night to anyone else? I'm getting a dance-party vibe...

Day 59

Woke up at 8, had a breakfast of Apple Jacks, Lucky Charms, and toast. Mr. Ball gave a speech that was standard Ball fare. We did two team-building activities: the square games, hitting 1-20 in order, and the human knot, wherein my group did not succeed, though we did try very hard. Lunch was pizza. It was yummy. Sonia, Isabel Watts and Lelogais, Nikita, Sofia and I played the ha-ha game and talked about Mountain School, swapping stories and whatnot. We and Joseph organized the class T-shirts, but some people took some when they didn't order them while we were handing them out (I handed a few out to screaming masses due to my not knowing about the sign-out system Joseph had. Bedetti may have expediated and exacerbated this process.)

I ate lunch with Mark Chu, Alisha Zou, Ashley Bair, Yuleissy, Anais, and others. After that we had our town hall meeting... I wrote about that on my iPod. After that I tried to comfort a depressed-, melancholy-, and generally sad-looking Sofia. I went home, said gooodbye to people, noticed that, in a line of my dad wearing a Red Sox shirt, me, and Sofia wearing a TMS sweatshirt, I was the overlap of the Venn diagram. I had some paninis while heading out the door after talking with mom and dad. We made it to South Station and rode the bus with Anika and Caitlin. They played the same movie, Return to Me, on the bus heading up that they did heading down.

I finished the TS Spivet book, wrote in my journal, and opened up a Pandora's box of emotions when I texted dad saying that mom's gift of a tiny squirt gun was saddening, which she read, AGAINST ALL DESIRES AND SUPPOSED ACTIONS. So I started barely crying over that, large since I don't cry ever. I really don't want to call them, since I did text her saying I was sorry. I just don't want her to be sad. It actually does have a nice capacity, and insane range for what I was expecting.

I played guitar for Anika and Caitlin waiting for a ride to TMS, which they liked a lot. On our ride back, Nick and I discussed nature and morality. I got back, cleaned the bathrooms, ate popcorn with Comfort in a fancy dorm meeting, and generally chilled with my bros. I started my English essay. I'll do it tomorrow. Along with cleaning. Right now, if I just get to sleep, I'll be fine. That's going to be so good.

How could I forget this? We were all dancing to some salsa-samba music when Kit appears in our doorway, absolutely pissed. He yells at us (or rather says angrily) to “get the fuck out of here”. We all ran to our respective rooms, and I said, sillily, “It's good to be home!”. Kit opens our door, looks around, and leaves.