I'm exhausted but everyone is moved in. :)
I even got to sit on the other side of the stage. Listening to Lucy deliver her always eloquent words for a second time, and from a completely different angle, shed new light on my intellect. Too bad I'm too tired to synthesize anything about it.
Apples to apples . . . it's starting up.
All my love, D
Monday, June 14, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
"what you know about that cookout tray?"
Tomorrow roughly 300 rising juniors and seniors (mostly rising seniors) will move into Salem College dorms to spend 6 weeks at the North Carolina Governor's School West. About 41 of them, girls, will live on the third floor of Babcock and be governed by Ruth and I. My only hope is that they all experience the same magic I was lucky enough to experience.
all my love, D
all my love, D
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Day 1 & back in the saddle
Today I moved to Winston-Salem. It's only for 6 weeks, but the back of the Element looked like I was moving across the country.
Tomorrow I start staff orientation for the 2010 session of Governor's School West. (West will forever & always be best.)I'm the Publications Coordinator this year, to say I'm mildly excited to be returning would be an understatment.
I attended GSW in 2007 for Dance. I would be lying through my teeth if I didn't say that it was the absolute best summer of my life. I made amazing friends and grew up considerably. For most of the students, Governor's School is one of the first times they really get to stretch their independence. They're away from their house for 6 weeks, living on a college campus (be an all-girls school or whatnot), and interacting with one of the most selective cross-sections of their peers possible. When I attended as a student, it was a summer of love, magic and warm, rainy nights.
Appropriately, it rained this evening. Something special happens when it rains during the summer of the campus of Salem College. The rain normally makes it hotter, the pavement starts to steam, and the streets start of sparkle. Everything seems possible, and the only thing you want to do is stand there and take it in.
It's different, though, standing there 3 years later. I'm not a teenager anymore (though I'll always have the same bro-humor). I'm not a highschool student on the cusp of college applications and senior year. I'm not a girl coming out of one of the most disallusioning school years ever. I think I've gotten a much better grasp on who I am/what I want to be in these last years; hence, it's a little disarming, standing in the rain, attached and rooted rather than on the edge of new. Regarding my attachments (it amazing how much something can revive itself in a week), I think the time I spend here will be good practice for the greater lengths of time I will spend returned to New York City (and where ever I wind up after that - if I can tear myself away from that glorious metropolis).
So here's to summer. Here's to more word vomit & petty details. Above all, here's to cryptic messages carrying loaded diction.
xoxo, D
Tomorrow I start staff orientation for the 2010 session of Governor's School West. (West will forever & always be best.)I'm the Publications Coordinator this year, to say I'm mildly excited to be returning would be an understatment.
I attended GSW in 2007 for Dance. I would be lying through my teeth if I didn't say that it was the absolute best summer of my life. I made amazing friends and grew up considerably. For most of the students, Governor's School is one of the first times they really get to stretch their independence. They're away from their house for 6 weeks, living on a college campus (be an all-girls school or whatnot), and interacting with one of the most selective cross-sections of their peers possible. When I attended as a student, it was a summer of love, magic and warm, rainy nights.
Appropriately, it rained this evening. Something special happens when it rains during the summer of the campus of Salem College. The rain normally makes it hotter, the pavement starts to steam, and the streets start of sparkle. Everything seems possible, and the only thing you want to do is stand there and take it in.
It's different, though, standing there 3 years later. I'm not a teenager anymore (though I'll always have the same bro-humor). I'm not a highschool student on the cusp of college applications and senior year. I'm not a girl coming out of one of the most disallusioning school years ever. I think I've gotten a much better grasp on who I am/what I want to be in these last years; hence, it's a little disarming, standing in the rain, attached and rooted rather than on the edge of new. Regarding my attachments (it amazing how much something can revive itself in a week), I think the time I spend here will be good practice for the greater lengths of time I will spend returned to New York City (and where ever I wind up after that - if I can tear myself away from that glorious metropolis).
So here's to summer. Here's to more word vomit & petty details. Above all, here's to cryptic messages carrying loaded diction.
xoxo, D
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