Wednesday, May 9, 2012

"There was this one girl who taught math to underprivileged children through hip-hop. Pop, lock and divide."

 Sometimes sleep just isn't important, like when you could go meet Taylor Porter for coffee before school. Our visit the day before wasn't nearly long enough so we talked over Starbuck's until it was time for me to get to first period. This girl inspires me everytime I'm around her.

Tonight I got to walk to Yat's with Rachel and Emily for dinner. I love how much they both value friendship so much, Emily's love for bread and how Rach loves the Diet Coke, when they ask lots of questions about camp even though they're not coming back this year, how Emily turns off the TV so we can really talk to each other.

Carolyn Kata shared this gem with this upcoming summer's Tecumseh counselors and I love every word.

If you ever get the chance to see a camp counselor at work, you’ve seen one of the world’s many unrecognized superheroes. Camp counselors are a particular breed of humans. We are ordinary people in an new and extraordinary situation known as, camp. A camp counselor is a slew of professions thrown together. We are thrown in the middle of nowhere and told to do the impossible- manage a group of children for a few days with little supplies, few staff, and next to no pay. Somehow every morning at camp we lace up our boots, bandage our blisters, and sing another song for the umpteenth time. No matter how long the work hours or how the obnoxious the campers we have a driving need to come back every summer. We give up modern necessities, family vacations, and hanging out with friends for early mornings, screaming scouts, and a scratchy voice. Being a camp counselor means working twenty-four hour shifts, sacrificing your health for the campers, and skipping a shower here and there. By the end of the summer, the thought of air conditioning and cable sounds like a dream, but every one chokes back a tear or two as they turn the corner on the last day, and hit the highway heading home whispering to the summer breeze, “I’ll be back soon."

There is a new commercial running, "Welcome back to humanity. There's a better way to use our technology. A way to share our hearts, voices, gestures and expressions. It's time for Skype." I love the idea that we can use technology to bring us closer together rather than turning us into text-messaging, instagraming, hashtag-tweeting machines that never use audible words or make eye contact with anyone. One of the things I know for sure is that we are supposed to be investing in humanity.

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