I'm not really one for taking back things that I've said, despite the fact that I've taken to speaking without thinking first lately... but anyway I do feel kind of bad for my previous post. I really enjoyed the camp and all of the students, it was actually one of the best job experiences I've ever had and that last post came out after a drawn-out, hour long rant from one of the students' mothers. All of the kids were really funny and I thought it was great to hang out with them, finding out about the games room and the awesome purple chairs - emacs/ game designer people live quite the lavish lifestyle at RPI. I was nervous that going into it, it might be weird being a girl RA for a camp of 17 boys and 3 girls, but the guys were hilarious and good-natured... I guess RPI has its perks at times, drawing in a crowd of mostly nice-guy types. I also found out that one of the other RA's plays hockey and now I'm just can't wait any longer to get back on the ice for game season and rip that goddamn frat's ass - the one who beat us in the championships last year by bringing in two A-league players - bunch of fucking assholes, next time I'll take as many penalties as it takes to lay those pricks out. Maybe I'll even take a hint from Marissa's play book, the whack-a-player-in-the-neck strategy... see where that gets me. Okay, I have to admit hockey gets me a bit riled up, but it's seriously one of the best sports on the planet! Who cares that half of everyone and their mom plays soccer? That sport puts me to sleep, might as well go play cricket with gramma, if you want a real sport, you gota play hockey. Anddd if you're a guy, I'm sorry but you're not really a man until you've played hockey... ahem... Eric... which is why I'm pushing this on you sooo hard.... but for real it's addicting and fun.
Alright, and what else is new in my life? Well I had one of the most intimidating interviews ever at the Pottery Place. I walk in and am led upstairs to a small attic-y, crawl space where there's a table with a huge lamp turned on full-blast over it, three chairs and an old woman who pops up right as I reach the top of the stairs... nothing against these people, they were very nice, just very frightening to interview with. So we sit down and they each whip out clipboards and packets of paper, turning the first page over in unision... ahhhh scarrrryyy... doing things in sync. So we begin the interview with surprising, yet not so shocking questions about me about you about everyone we know.... and then all of a sudden it's "okay, now you have to make us something" [.... wtf?] "you have to make us your favorite sandwich step-by-step" so I go about gingerly making a BLT, laugh half way through and have to restart again.... yea, probably not the best impression, but my philosophy on interviews is that you're never seeing the real person, and if you think you're seeing the real person they're just a wierd play kid acting their way into your brain. Okay, so after that was over I thought I was in the clear, I just made an imaginary BLT to two people I don't know under the hottest lamp on the face of the earth... and thennnn they get a little chuckle-look onto their faces and tell me now I have to "sell them something" ... argh, selling = not my best point because it's being fake and trying to wean money out of people, and who knows if theese people have money to be spending? I don't want to force some nice old woman to buy a $50 statue so I can buy coffee, what if she has a dying cousin? Shouldn't the money go to flowers or a hospital visit for him? - see these are the things that go through my mind when I'm trying to be "slimy" and sell something... such a horrible trait we as a species have.
Anddd once again I come out alive, kind of feeling like Rocky on top of some huge set of stairs... and the interview continues. Ah, forgot to mention also - the whole sell something - I tried to sell my wallet - kind of flopped like a dying tuna, but that's okay, at least I wasn't a douche. And so the saga continues... and the rest went pretty well. The one lady laughed at me when she asked what's something only my family would say about me, something that's nit-picky and anal... and yes she said those very words... and I told her that my aunt always says that my sister's the pretty one and I'm the smart one, and she laughed, but it was more of a "I feel bad for you" laugh than a whole-hearted one... yea Christianna thinking before speaking-0, Christianna making a fool out of herself-3. But so we digressed... and the last question I was asked what I thought the job would entail so I went off about the whole being a teacher and showing people how to learn new things right when the enter the door, catering to my strong background in TA'ing and summer teaching... and then I said that I'd feel like a 'guardian' during the down-time, watching over all the crazy hyped-up on painting things kids while the parents meticulously make their final masterpiece. Andd oohhhh lordyyy did something decend upon me for that word, the other lady starts repeating the word "guardian.... guardiann awww, guardian... I like that". phew - at least I ended with a good use of vocabulary.
Alright, kind of don't feel like blogging anymore seeing as my harddrive is so freaking hot its about to burn a hole through my leg, but more updates to come.... yay summer, sooo not ready to go back to RPI/ kindddd of want another four months off...
-c
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