So this is my life...

It's hard to believe that another week has passed. It's even harder to believe that I have been here for a whole month. Like, when did that even happen?

This week was much better than last! I actually got sleep when I finally fell into bed each night! Shout out to my awesome sister for over-nighting me ear plugs last week. Haha, but for real though.

This was the first week for Fuge, which as far as I can tell is basically a Baptist CIY type of deal. They had a small group this week so we got some room to breathe as we settled into what will be our schedule for the next 7 weeks. Days were still long as we are now opening up in the early morning for coffee and I'm also usually the closer for late night which ends at 11 or 11:30 each night. We keep busy when the coffee shop is closed because we got 6 pallets of shirts in to fold...it's so many shirts. We've made it better by also having a Harry Potter marathon while we fold :-)

I did get to do some fun things this week like the zip drop and bag jump. There's still a long list of adventures for me out here though.

Had a relaxing day off today, got to sleep in then go to church and a movie with friends. I'm connecting with the other summer staffers more these days, so that's cool.

I'm really most excited for next weekend and every weekend after because I'll get to spend time with my big sister at her new house. This is by far the closest we've been together in 3 years and I plan to soak up every minute we have together.

I miss some things about being home. Mostly having a place to myself and time to myself. Also I miss my best friend. Like, a ton. It's funny that you don't realize how much time you spend with people until you're far apart.

Thanks for all the letters, cards, and packages you've been sending! Mail always makes my day and I usually walk all the way across camp each day just to check the mail.

Sorry for a boring update. I love you people and miss you dearly.

What it's all about

Well, another week is in the books...and boy was it a week. We had our first ever campers, a group of over 1,000 that rented out the whole place. IT. WAS. INSANITY. You wouldn't think running the coffee shops would be stressful, but when you tell 1,000 kids they are free to go in there for free time, there is a line the entire time. Blenders are whirring the entire time. Kids are glaring because they want their fraps. The entire time. And when that's your whole day, from 9 am to midnight, with free time only to eat then immediately clean up dishes from 1,000 people, you get real tired real fast. And when you can't sleep due to snoring roommates, you get exhausted really fast. Add to that a boss you don't exactly see eye to eye with mist of the time and you get a very stressful situation.
But as tired as I was, there was so much good. I'm forming solid relationships with the people I work with all day everyday.  I'm work in on my patience both with kids and coworkers.
I'm learning to give up control. Many times I'm told to do things that I don't think make sense and that I would ordinarily question. I'm working on just accepting whoever is in authority over me and do what they say even if I think it's dumb. A lot of times I think it's dumb. But I try to have an attitude that at least isn't negative.
But you know what's even cooler?  1,000 kids spent all last week growing closer to God. They adventured, they formed relationships, and they heard lots of  Biblical truth. And that's what we're here for. And maybe I don't see that happening from my little corner of camp. But that's ok because I know that it's still happening. I have trouble remembering that in the thick of the week. All I want tot think about is sleep and the terrible job support staff did closing the coffee shop. This week, I'm going to strive to remember why I'm here...I'm here to serve. And that isn't always fun, easy, clean, or sleep filled. But it's not about me.
So tonight our first round of group camp shows up and tomorrow Fuge camp begins. And it's gonna be awesome. I'm going ro be tired and I might get annoyed but I will be there best servant I can be simply so that each person I come into contact with can see God's love through me. Because that's what it's all about.

Outsider

I'm an outsider here.
Please note that I don't say that like it's a bad thing at all. It's just weird. What I mean, I think, is that being here and surrounded by people at all times is so strange to me. Everyone else seems to want to spend every moment of every day together, even when we have free time. Meanwhile, I've been content to spend my entire day off alone. I saw a movie alone and then spent the rest of the day laying in a hammock, happily lost in a book. I think the most I've spoken today has been like 2 sentences. And it has been lovely. I do love spending time with people and getting to know them, but it's exhausting after a while. I fear I may be being taken the wrong way by some of my peers. I'm not really sure there's anything to be done about that though. If I over extend myself I tend to lose my mind. And I'd rather that not happen here. I guess we'll see how it all plays out as the summer goes on. I'm probably just over thinking it and likely nobody even notices my not hanging out with them all the time.

In other news, we wrapped up our 2 weeks of staff training last night. I feel like my 2 weeks was less training and more a mad rush to get things ready, but yeah, that's over now. Tomorrow we have over 1,000 campers coming. It is going to be craziness! But I'm eager to get to work and see what life looks like when campers are actually here. There are so many unknown things in this adventure for everyone and it's going to be so cool to see God work in this amazing place.

Please be praying for campers, staff, volunteers, and just this place in general as we are about to jump into something huge!

One week down, many to go

Laying in my bunk bed, unable to sleep yet again thanks to the lovely snoring of my roommates, so I thought it'd be a good time to update everyone on life here at camp.
The summer staff as a whole has been here for a week now. It seems like so much longer already. Our days basically consist of everyone eating breakfast together and then splitting off to train on various things around camp or do various work things that need to happen before campers arrive. My team has pretty much been holed up in the coffee shop the whole week. And I'm totally ok with that. We have a really small team; just myself,  one other summer staffer, and 3 full time girls. We all work together and get along so well. We've spent many hours this week jamming out to Disney music in the coffee shop together so you know I like these people. :-)

I've done lots of really random tasks this week, from learning to make espresso shots to carrying plywood up stairs. I suppose that's camp life. I love always having things to do even if they seem random. We keep busy basically from breakfast until dinner which is great.

I'm already being shoved out of my comfort zone here though. Which is good but obviously uncomfortable for me. For one, we've all been assigned a full-time staff person as our mentor to have one on one meetings with. So not my thing, especially when someone else assigns the person to me. This week we're also the guinea pigs for the camp counselors. That means we have to have all of thosen fun little sit in a circle and talk about your feelings chats. Also not my favorite things. But this summer isn't about staying in my comfort zone so I'm doing my best to look on the bright side of both of these situations.

In other news, yesterday we got our first day off and I used it to go to Santa Fe to see X-Men with some new friends. Considering the amount of joking I did with my friends before leaving home about spending all my days off holed up in a movie theatre, I find this hilarious.

Oh, also, the weather is totes cray around here! It has rained for the past 4 days. But it is sunny most of the day then dark clouds will roll in and it will pour and hail for a bit before the sun comes out again. And it's cold. I had a hoodie on today and it's nearly June, people!

And I got my first letter out here last week. That really made me smile. So even though I have my phone and Facebook and everything...remember that letters are the bomb. Hint, hint :-)

That's all I got for ya about my first week. I love and miss all of you at home! Thanks for following along with my adventure.

Greetings from New Mexico

So I'm writing this on my phone. Because I'm in my hammock. On the side of a mountain. Typical.
Anyway, I know I've only been gone a few days but I wanted to keep y'all updated. So the 12 hour drive here was good and uneventful. I arrived Friday afternoon and was immediately in awe of the beauty of this place. The lake, the mountains, the trees, all of it is amazing! I really just wanna jump in the lake but it's kind of freezing still. Everyone I've met is super nice and I've enjoyed spending time with the whole group of summer staff. Um, let's see here...I have 3 roommates who seem pretty cool.
I'm discovering that the Campus House key words for mission trips, patience and flexibility, are going to be super important here as well. I haven't really known what's going on since I've been here which is pretty frustrating to me. I'm trying to remember that mantra of patience and flexibility to remind me that that people who need to know what's going do know and that I'll be filled in if and when I need to.
Today the summer staff all loaded up and went to church together in El Dorado. The church was really great and I loved going with all of the staff to worship together. We now have the afternoon free until cooking out all together tonight once everyone has arrived. I took the free time to enjoy some quiet time on a solo hike. I found a place to put my hammock up and now I'm just chilling out and enjoying the beauty of creation.
This place is cool. God is going to do some cool things this summer and I cannot wait.

Getting the grade

2 Days ago I entered the classroom of my friend and former teacher, Rachel Shuck. I was visiting so that she could proof read my Spanish paper as she has all of my Spanish papers for the past 4 years. And you know what? 

She told me that my writing has gotten good and that she can really see improvement. 

And right then, I decided that I could not care less about what my professor says about this paper. 

I can guarantee that he will rip it to pieces. 

But that doesn't matter. 

Because the person whose Spanish 1 class I sat in nearly 8 years ago told me that she can see my writing improving each time she reads my papers. 

And that's what matters to me. 

Because that means I'm learning. 

That means my knowledge of the language I love is ever improving.

And this pretty much sums up my feelings about grades in general. 

I sometimes say that ruining my GPA was the best thing for me because I realized that the 4.0 cumulative would ever happen again after that. Since then, I'm content to learn and d my best but not kill myself for an A.

I've been thinking about grades quite a bit lately thanks to an education class I had this semester and I'm over it. I think that grades give kids the wrong motivation in school and that they are totally overrated. 

That being said, I'm very interested to find out what other people think about this. So tell me what you think...do we need grades? Are they helpful or harmful? Why do you think this?

Can't wait to hear your thoughts!

Life isn't fair

In the past week life has decided to throw some surprises my way.

Expensive surprises.

I don't know if you know this, but I'm not sitting on a whole pile of money these days.

I spent most of yesterday bemoaning my difficult life and just how unfair it all is and freaking out about how everything would get taken care of.

It was all very woe is me and overly dramatic.

But in the moment, it made sense to me.

In the moment, all I could see was my peers who don't have to work because their parents pay for everything.

In the moment, my mind replayed over and over the struggles of growing up without a whole lot.

All I could see was how unfair it was.

All I could see was people around me who haven't had to take on any responsibilities in life or even start to grow up.

And those moments sucked.

But I've had a perspective shift in the past 24 hours for a couple of reasons.

The first being thanks to a little thing called Global Rich List.

This site lets you put in your income and it tells you where you stand in the world.

I found out that I'm in the top 5.23% of the richest people in the world.

Talk about being slapped back to sense.

94% of the world lives on less money than me.

Who am I to complain about money, ever?

The second thing that helped me change my thinking was my parents.

I realized that when they were my age, they were already raising 2 kids.

My mom worked her way through college while raising my sister on her own until my dad came into the picture. I'm barely making it through with my jobs and school, so my mom must be superwoman to have pulled this off.

And my dad, that guy. Talk about someone who worked hard to get where he is today and always provide for his family. That guy truly amazes me. And kind of makes me question the necessity of college.

Anyway, my parents didn't have it easy growing up either. We don't come from money. 

They didn't have parents who handed them everything. They've worked hard their whole lives too.

They understand.

I'm sure they looked around them at one point and were jealous of their peers who seemed to have it easier. Maybe not, I dunno.

Basically, I've learned that I have to stop looking at other people's lives.

That's not the life I've been given, but the one I have is great!

When I compare my life to the people around me, sure it looks hard sometimes.

But when I really think about it, my life looks so easy to about 94% of the world. 

Life isn't fair, and it never will be.

Comparison really will steal your joy.

Looking around isn't going to change my situation.

Being content and thankful for what I do have certainly will change how I walk through any given situation in life though.

So here's to living my life, and not wishing for someone else's.