Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
too tired for butterflies.
I've taught before. I was one of two riding teachers at a ten-kid camp for six weeks in L.A. I've run my own riding classes. I've tutored. I've worked in a West Philly elementary school. I've worked for pay, I've worked for free. So I don't know why I'm so nervous about this week, or why I was so nervous before I started falling asleep.
From Tuesday to Friday, I am running a program at my barn (see this for unnecessary detail about this lovely locale), hosting 8 kids from Montgomery County who don't get cool opportunities like this often, or ever. I volunteered for a similar program last year, except this time, there are two therapists looking for "learning opportunities," and this time, I'm calling all the shots. I guess I am nervous because I want to give these kids the best week possible, because it is disgustingly hot and I don't want anyone passing out from heat exhaustion (I used to keep riding until there were so many spots swimming in front of my face I couldn't see--I am hoping my kids aren't as crazy as I was), because the owner of my barn, and my teacher, coach, and one-time boss, has shingles and is pretty much bed-bound all week, because I myself haven't ridden a horse since messing up my back almost a year ago, and because, embarrassingly, I haven't gotten out of bed before eleven yet this week, and I need to leave the house by eight.
Still, I am very much looking forward for a reason to leave the house, and even more, I am looking forward to ending the very self-indulgent spree I have been on since graduating. As great as sleeping in, watching Netflix instant until 3am, and visiting friends up and down the coast has been, I am going a little out of my mind. The job search is frustrating (this only lasts a week), being home is even more frustrating, and ever since I realized that I actually would graduate college, I feel like I haven't had much of a purpose. So nerves aside, this should be a good week, and should more than prepare me for starting 826DC next month.
Now for sleep. Or maybe one more Netflix indulgence, and then sleep.
From Tuesday to Friday, I am running a program at my barn (see this for unnecessary detail about this lovely locale), hosting 8 kids from Montgomery County who don't get cool opportunities like this often, or ever. I volunteered for a similar program last year, except this time, there are two therapists looking for "learning opportunities," and this time, I'm calling all the shots. I guess I am nervous because I want to give these kids the best week possible, because it is disgustingly hot and I don't want anyone passing out from heat exhaustion (I used to keep riding until there were so many spots swimming in front of my face I couldn't see--I am hoping my kids aren't as crazy as I was), because the owner of my barn, and my teacher, coach, and one-time boss, has shingles and is pretty much bed-bound all week, because I myself haven't ridden a horse since messing up my back almost a year ago, and because, embarrassingly, I haven't gotten out of bed before eleven yet this week, and I need to leave the house by eight.
Still, I am very much looking forward for a reason to leave the house, and even more, I am looking forward to ending the very self-indulgent spree I have been on since graduating. As great as sleeping in, watching Netflix instant until 3am, and visiting friends up and down the coast has been, I am going a little out of my mind. The job search is frustrating (this only lasts a week), being home is even more frustrating, and ever since I realized that I actually would graduate college, I feel like I haven't had much of a purpose. So nerves aside, this should be a good week, and should more than prepare me for starting 826DC next month.
Now for sleep. Or maybe one more Netflix indulgence, and then sleep.
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