Contra Mundum – Episode 4: Unintentionally Hilarious Glass Blowing Talk

This podcast was a lot of fun to do because it’s with my little sister. She’s an amazing artist, so I knew that I wanted to do a podcast with her while I was home on break.

Here’s one of her more recent artworks that I really love:

Christina's Painting

I actually have two of her paintings in my apartment at college. They definitely make my boring room a little more interesting.

The podcast was a lot of fun, but was… um, slightly awkward. See, glass blowing has some strange terms, and… Well, you’ll see.

I was afraid that my H4N recording device didn’t pick up the entire episode, because it had cut off by the time I went to hit the stop button, but thankfully it did. Lucky, because I didn’t want to lose any of this one.

Here’s the SoundCloud version, if for some reason, you’d prefer to watch that. I’ve got maybe two more podcasts before I run out of space on my SoundCloud page. After that, it’ll be just YouTube.

In next week’s episode, I sit down with a professor from my college and talk about academic writing, so you budding intellectuals should take notice. But honestly it’s a very interesting and informative for any writer.

See you next week!

Day Camp Micro-stories

My job as a day camp counselor ended a few days ago. I can’t even begin to tell you everything that happened over the summer, so I’ll stick to telling short little micro-stories about the fun and sometimes insane times I had with my campers.

Story 1: Fish hooks are for fish, silly

One of my kids got a fish hook stuck in his leg, if you can believe it. Here I was just sitting on my lifeguard stand doing my job when this boy comes running up to the stand. I half ignored him at first, because I was trying to focus on scanning (waterfront lifeguarding is the opposite of fun). But I heard him say something to the effect of, “Mumble mumble mumble in my leg.”

At that point, I looked down to see him clutching his thigh. “I got a fish hook stuck in my leg,” he repeated.

Crap.

I quickly had the other lifeguard take over total coverage for me while I dealt with the hook. Unfortunately, it hadn’t poked all the way through, and the barb was too big for me to pull out. His mom came to get him a little while later to take him to get it removed. He was back the next day. Tough little guy.

Story 2: The rocket

On the lighter side, a couple of my campers found an unwrapped (clean) tampon and had no idea what to make of it. “It’s like a little rocket!” my boy camper exclaimed with joy. I had the worst time trying not to laugh my butt off as I took it and threw it away. The best part was that I got to tell his dad about it at church that Sunday.

Story 3: In which I hurt myself

On Tuesday (fricken’ Tuesday!) of my last (LAST) week of camp, I somehow managed to get my toenail yanked off during a field game. Let me revise that. I somehow managed to get my toenail almost all the way yanked off. See, it was sticking straight up, hanging by the smallest of bits of skin on the left side of the base.

Are you cringing yet? Now imagine how I felt.

Of course, given that this was the last week of camp, I wasn’t at all willing to go home early. I loved my campers and I didn’t want to say goodbye before I absolutely had to. So I decided to stick it out. Have you ever tried hiking with your toenail torn off? Don’t.

For whatever reason, I wasn’t allowed to tell my campers what happened. So of course, that was the only thing they wanted to talk about. Eventually, I got fed up with the questions and told them that an gator got into the lake and bit my toe off and the hospital had to sew it back on. The kids didn’t believe me (I think), but they did mostly stop asking questions.

Story 4: Skipper

At the beginning of the summer, I resolved to not have these kids butchering my name all summer long. I’ve worked with kids before, so I know that “Susannah” can be both impossible for their minds to remember and hard for their mouths to pronounce. So I gave myself a nickname.

My group was called the First Mates, so I decided to call myself “Skipper.” After a week, the name stuck fast. As the summer went on, a few funny things came of my nickname.

First, one of my campers was mortified when he accidentally called me “Stripper” instead of “Skipper.” Of course, I couldn’t let that go, so I teased him until his ears turned pink and then let him off the hook. You should have seen the look of relief on his face.

One of my younger campers loved to play UNO in the evenings. He was a wild little guy, and every time he skipped me, he would yell “Skip Skipper!” at the top of his lungs. It was great to let everyone around us know I was getting trashed at UNO by a six-year-old. I have about ten different stories about this camper alone, but I’ll save them for another time.

Finally, one of my campers came up to me and said, “I have a gift for you.” I’m not sure what I expected, but it was not a five inch long brass plaque with the word “Skipper” engraved on it. 0712161928I was touched and a little confused, but I thanked her and gave her a hug anyway. I’m going to hang it on the door of my apartment when I get there in a few days.

That’s about all I have room for in this post. I’m sure I’ll think up some other stories to tell you about in the future. But for now, know that I had an awesome summer. I’m really going to miss my campers, especially the ones who came every day.

I should be posting a bit more regularly now that I actually, you know, have wifi. In about a week, I’ll probably have a post about my new apartment. Can’t wait to show you all.

 

Do you have any crazy stories from your summer? Let me hear them in the comments.

Why Do I Have to Take This???

Why is it that liberal arts colleges, like the one I go to, have to force you to take classes that you don’t want to take? I mean, I get the Bible classes. I go to a Christian university. It makes sense that they would want to make us take Bible classes, and quite honestly, I’ve enjoyed the one I’ve taken. But then there’s classes like University 101.

I figure most colleges probably make students take a similar course. Basically it consists of an introduction to the college and all of the stuff you can do there, a talk or two on study skills (because apparently some people are able to escape high school without learning how to study), a long discussion on plagiarism, and other useless stuff I learned in high school. Perhaps this class is actually useful for certain people, but I find that most of my classmates hate the class and find it useless. It’s even more useless for me because I’ve already been doing college for four semesters. At the very least I wish there was some way to test out of the class, especially if you’re a transfer student.

The other class I didn’t want to take this semester is PSYC 150, AKA Psychology of Relationships. Now this class is just full of stuff I don’t want to talk about. I know there are some people out there that love to learn all about the reasons that people do what they do, but I am not one of those people. I don’t really want to go around prying open people’s brains to figure out how they tick. I just want to learn about a person as I go along and not assume that someone is a particular way just because of something I found out about them. Why can’t we all just leave each other’s brains alone?!

And then there was today’s class. When they told us last week that they would be splitting up the guys and the girls, we all knew what was going to happen. I’m not going to go into detail, because nobody, not even the people in the class, needs that. Basically, we got lectured on the birds and the bees for an entire class period. It was awkward. The students thought it was awkward. The professors thought it was awkward. The GAs thought it was awkward. I really can’t think of anything that is more awkward than this class. As an awkward person myself, that’s saying something.

I know this post makes it seem like I hate school, but I am actually greatly enjoying most of my classes. Next semester looks like a lot more fun than this one, so I’m looking forward to it. I’ll be taking a screenwriting class!

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I’m sorry about not posting the last few days. I had a quiz bowl tournament this past weekend, so I didn’t have time to do anything. This post will bring us back to our regularly scheduled drivel. Tomorrow’s post will be on my thoughts on postmodernism.

See y’all tomorrow!