As I said my final good byes to the staff, I walked outside the side doors of Shrine Catholic High School with The Jacket in hand. My body was mixed with emotions of sadness and excitement. When I decided to the be the US leader for this camp in March, I knew it would make my summer complicated. I sat my purse down in the car and realized exactly what I had forgotten the last six years...WHAT IT MEANS TO BE IN CISV! I put the stylish(stephanie : )), purple-animal printed jacket on before I started the engine and vowed to myself that I will not allow the feeling of CISV to leave my sun burnt body again!
I pulled out of the parking lot with tears slowly rolling down my check...scratch that, I was loudly sobbing by the time I made it to the stoplight. That's not something I usually like to admit, but CISV is the only thing that makes me cry that much. Enough of my sappy CISV love stuff, let's start the true adventures. I headed to Noah's house to say a final good bye to him and his family and set sail on a boat (with the big part and the sail) for one epic weekend.
The Jacket and I had a nice four hour drive ahead of us. We somehow managed to get lost in Ann Arbor (i wasn't even supposed to go through Ann Arbor), but it allowed me a good thirty minutes to chant cceeeerrrrrvvvvvveeeezzzzzaaaaaaa real slowly to myself in the car. In that thirty minutes, I let my imagination run wild and thought about how Raquel, Stefany, Andrea, and Sara took Ann Arbor by storm. Chanting cerveza through the streets and rejecting any attractive male from the University of Michigan(unless it was James) that tried to join in their festivities kind of like Romania would have done.
We finally made it to South Bend. I was smelling rather ripe from not showering in three days. I had bags under my eyes, a Finnish tatoo on my arm, eleven bracelets on the other, and a blue monster-looking shirt from Indonesia on that made me feel like I was naked(at least that is how Tasha described it). Together, the Jacket and I stormed forward into the other half of the world(that one outside of a CISV camp). I walk out of the library on Notre Dame's campus and immediately hear screams of CRACKHEAD WILLOW!!!!!!! I'm going to explain this for a second so somebody like Emilio doesn't come to the conclusion that I really am crazy. Apparently when I've only had like two hours of sleep in like 40 hours or something like that I turn into a crackhead. This happened a lot this year at school because I had so much going on. I guess I say really outrageous things without realizing it. I'm still skeptical of the whole idea, but they claim it's true. Willow comes from my Halloween costume, and the multiple times I wore my hair in all braids this year(it's too bad I can't really do it when I teach). My friend, Kelsey proceeds to jump on me and hug me for about two minutes. She then gets down and looks me up in down a few times.
"Oh Crackhead, what the hell you been doing and what f*** is up with your shirt?"
I reply excitedly, "It's from Indonesia! I also have these awesome Indonesian instruments in my car!!!"
"What? Crackhead you get more and more crazy every time I see you!"
This whole weekend in South Bend was known as Stay Out and Lei Out. It was started by our Ultimate Frisbee team last summer and basically it's just a long weekend event of drinking where we get together in the summer. It had started on Friday, so my friends already had loads of stories to tell. They had just finished Frolfing (frisbee golfing) when I arrived. It was still humid as ever, so we headed to the gas station to get some 99 cent slushies. We went in my car, which allowed my friends to quickly find all the awesome apparel I had acquired at our camp. I pulled in the parking lot and my trunk transformed into a costume box. We put on different shirts, a Columbian hat, and head pieces to spice up our outfits. We grabbed the Indonesian instruments and headed inside the Speedway. We danced and played the instruments inside while we got our slushies. The cashier thoroughly enjoyed it! I walked outside the speedway, and I'm pretty sure I saw one of my students from the previous year. There was a moment of awkwardness, and then I was flying too high to be concerned.
At that point my body had been through a roller coaster of emotions, but I was thinking that I would be fine to party that night. I started out strong. I put on the jacket and was determined to have one epic night. There was cerveza everywhere but I turned to the watermelon full of vodka. I blame it on the sandwiches and lack of watermelon at the camp. I sat at the counter with my friend as we scooped spoonful after spoonful of watermelon into our mouths. After about every ten bites I'd sing Kitos. My friend would just sway her head around in agreement. She was like yeah ok whatever Molly, I have no idea what you are saying. My friends outside began to wonder where we were and found our current state hilarious. We did this for about an hour. We ate the whole watermelon! Then as people came inside I thought it would be a great idea to teach them the Conga. That was hilarious!!! My friend video taped it, but she is in Australia now. I'm trying to track it down to post. After the Conga I hit that depression stage again, but fortunately lovable staff, Evy, cheered me up. We chatted on the phone for a while. We were singing some song together. Unfortunately, now I forget which one it was, but it definitely made me feel better. I crashed around 1 or so I think(probably because Heidi and I talked so long the night before : ), which proved to be superb timing because it was right before someone started getting sick.
The next morning turned out to be pretty relaxing. I still felt kind of blah, but it was nice to have company. I wore The jacket for the Woman's World Cup Finals. Unfortunately, didn't bring any luck to the US team, and we lost in penalties. If we would have had Pablo or Gard shooting for us we probably would have won.
On Monday I went apartment hunting...yeah back to that real world thing again. Though The Jacket was a big factor in helping me find my current apartment. I moved in on Saturday July 30th. I found the apartment that I am living in now on that Monday. It's called Autumn Lakes, and it is really nice! Check it out! http://www.edwardrose.com/PMS/prop.asp?p=f&propid=25&dl=autumnlakes
I have realized that I have a lot to share, so I leaving this now as Part I. I will post Part II by tomorrow, but I'd let you soak this in and comment on this first. I'm glad to hear The Jacket arrived safely to Amanda. Also I should be getting my new computer tomorrow, so I will then try to upload photos as well. I really apologize for the delay with my moving and my computer breaking things went crazy. I've tried to make up for this error with my detailed posts. Enjoy : ) Miss you all