// public school from a homeschooler’s pov //

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 i spent the night with my friend b recently, and since my screwed up schedule allowed it, i went with her to her high school the next day. my mom was surprised that the principal even allowed me to go with b. i wasn’t surprised, though. i’m irresistible.
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so to any homeschoolers who are curious about the public school scene, wonder no more. and to public schoolers, you can read about a clueless homeschooler thrust into your daily life. it’ll be fun.
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the night before

i got barely any sleep that night. it was a sleepover, so of course we stayed up until 2 a.m. and once b and i finally settled down and went to bed, one of her kittens fell asleep on my arm. which sounds adorable and just what you need to fall asleep, blah blah blah. but the thing is, this cat kept farting on me, and it smelled so bad that i woke up every time he did it. so i ended up only getting about an hour and half of sleep. dangit, midnight the cat.

my alarm went off at 5:45 a.m. i picked sci-fi as my alarm (don’t ask me why), and the sound was turned all the way up, so it sounded like a freaking alien invasion was happening in b’s basement. i was so thankful when that alarm went off, because that meant i could get up and away from that cat.

the morning of

b’s mom made us breakfast. it was ripped up bread covered in something called egg gravy. i think eggs are one of the grossest things on the planet, so i didn’t have any. the entire family joined us for breakfast, which i thought was kind of strange, because why get up that early if you don’t have to go to school?

her grandfather drives one of the buses. we climbed aboard an hour later, waved goodbye to her sweet dog molly, and off we went. we had to stop every two minutes to let another kid on the bus. there were a few kids that got on who couldn’t have been more than five.

the bus ride wasn’t that awful, although it was bumpy and i felt a little sick and b tells me that it’s usually freezing. but i can’t imagine doing that everyday.

when we got to the school, we had to wait on the bus for awhile before we were allowed to enter the building. the guy sitting behind me had his earbuds in and was crying, i think. i was going to give him a tissue, but we had to go inside before i could get them out of my backpack. i feel bad about that.

i followed b around the commons area while she searched for her group of friends. they were squeezed into a table in the corner. one of them was eating from a giant bag of candy corn. that girl knew the right way to start your day.

n goes to school with b. i was really, really, really excited to see him, because i hadn’t seen him in over a week, and that’s way too long to go without seeing your best friend. but n took a really long time to show up, so i stood beside b being quiet and awkward while i waited. a girl who was in my co-op class a few years ago said hi, which was neat, because i didn’t even knew she went to that school.

n finally showed up, just a few minutes before the bell rang. good job, pal.

math

8 a.m. is too early in the morning to do math. but apparently public schools don’t know that.

n happened to be in b’s math class, which made it bearable. the teacher was pretty chill, and he didn’t seem to care that i was drawing instead of doing math. i think i only did one math problem the entire time, and i got it wrong. oh well.

that math class was way more relaxed than the ones at my school. the teacher let us use the desks as dry erase boards (it blew my mind that the markers wiped off the desktops so easily), talk to each other and listen to music.

i sat behind n, so i got to annoy him for an hour and a half. >:) i was telling him about all these dumb things i made my brother believe (you can’t pee when your pregnant, kidneys are in your knees, geography is the study of the human body, etc.). i wonder why n even talks to me.

he looks disappointed because i was trying to spell “boobs” on a calculator. (people still do that, right?) i’m really not the most mature person in the world. example: b and i were singing the veggie tales theme song that morning before breakfast. it was fun.

earth science

i honestly can’t remember much of what happened during that class.i think they were learning about moon phases.

the teacher let us hang out and listen to music for a long time. i was head banging to show tunes from dear evan hansen and be more chill. (micHAEL IN THE BATHROOOOM.)

lunch

that was probably the most boring twenty minutes of my life.

one girl was singing car radio // twenty one pilots in the lunch line and she was adding hand motions and everything. the meatballs in the spaghetti still looked frozen. the people at our table swore every other word. the chairs in the cafeteria all had one leg bolted to the floor.

p.e.

i loved p.e. when i was in co-op, mostly because our teacher was kind of a pushover and let us play soccer every week. but apparently public school has a horror version of p.e. they have this wonderful thing called “family life,” aka everything you never wanted to know about the ancient question “where do babies come from?” i think i got off lucky, because all they talked about that day was what guys vs girls look for in a relationship. we were supposed to split up and guess what the other gender would look for. the guys were really dumb and suggested “blue eyes, beard, country, tall.” i think that’s because b’s school is in what we call “redneck country.”

after that was over, we played a game called castle dodgeball for an hour. i probably would have liked it, but i have a hard time playing games with strangers. if i’m in a dodgeball match against my friends, i can hit them in the face and we’ll just laugh it off. but with people i don’t know, i feel the need to apologize for hitting them. so b and i hung out in the back with this kid who was really into protecting the castle. he was the hero of the game, honestly.

guitar

b can play a couple instruments and writes her own songs, so it’s not that surprising that she picked guitar as her elective. unfortunately, i cannot play guitar, which meant i just sat next to my friend for that class while trying not to fall asleep. my mom had suggested that i bring my ukulele. i probably should have listened to her.

a fire drill saved me from listening to everyone pluck out a song in their own time with only three notes. the alarm was freaking loud. i wonder how public schoolers haven’t all gone deaf from hearing that so many times.

the teacher didn’t do much teaching that day. she told us that we could play whatever we wanted or just hang out. b played one of her original songs for the teacher and they recommended singers to each other. some kids were daring each other to backflip off the stairs. someone wanted b to kick them in the face just to prove that she couldn’t get her leg that high. the same guy found a textbook for a completely different class and threw it at me. i was supposed to catch it, apparently. i did not catch it. the book had a love note inside it. but it wasn’t that great and i can’t remember it.

the ride home

some guy sitting in front of us tried to say hello to me, but i thought he must have been talking to someone behind me, so i didn’t react at all. i just glared at my shoes. those dumb converse are so beat up. they really need to be replaced.

so that guy figured out quite quickly that i’m angry at literally everything and left me alone. :)


observations:

1) high schoolers like swearing. i muttered “language” to my friend at least fifty times that day and she probably wanted to smack me.

2) it was much, much, much better than middle school. don’t be too afraid of high school, young ones. you will be going to a better place.

3) everyone complained about the family life class, but they didn’t seem to mind so much once it got started.

4) you can find very interesting people there, sometimes even weirder than the kids at homeschool co-ops. for instance, there was one guy who looked like a walking hot topic advertisement. he even had super dramatic eye makeup.

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it wasn’t as awful as i thought it would be, but it was exhausting, and i can’t imagine having to do it everyday. i feel kind of bad for the people who have gone to public school their entire lives. do you guys even know what sleeping in is??

i am not looking forward to going to school full-time next year. :’)

xo

loren

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// september book reviews //

i rarely have enough to say about a book to write a full review on it. but mini reviews? i can do those. here are my thoughts on the books i’ve read this month.

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the scar boys by len vlahos — 2/5 stars

this book is about a rejected teen, punk rock music, and forming a band with friends, so i thought i would like it. i enjoyed the first few chapters, which focused on the mc, harry jones, being caught in a horrible accident, and how it effected him emotionally and physically. but i began to lose interest once harry and his best friend put together their band, the scar boys. i just found it a little slow and predictable. however, i did love how passionate harry was about music, and how the author was able to put into words how it can make you feel: “music i discovered that night, was a sanctuary, a safe place to hide, a place where scars didn’t matter, they didn’t exist.” 

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stargirl by jerry spinelli — 3/5 stars

unconventional homeschool girl shows up at high school and everyone thinks she’s a freak. now that’s relatable (public school sucks, please help me).

i loved stargirl as a character. she plays ukulele (!!), does kind things for strangers, enjoys wandering. i thought she was going to be revealed as some kind of alien princess or something. i was happy to be reading about a homeschooler, but the author made her a walking stereotype: odd clothes, socially inept, that kind of thing. she was clueless, basically. i think the author only made her a homeschooler to emphasize how weird and different she is.

a few complaints: i knew virtually nothing about the main character, leo, and the ending was unsatisfying. but i did love stargirl and the sometimes dreamy writing style.

“events become feelings, feelings become events. head and heart are contrary historians.”

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simon vs the homo sapiens agenda by becky albertalli — 4/5

i finished this book in half a day. maybe it was because the internet wasn’t working and i had nothing to do with myself. maybe it was because it’s just a really freaking good book. to put the plot simply, simon has an internet friendship with someone named blue (yay, internet friends!). blue goes to simon’s school, but they write with pen names and won’t say who they really are, in case meeting in person ruins the friendship.

i loved simon. he’s funny, has an adorable personality, and is a theatre kid (!!), but he also overthinks and gets in trouble. i had a hard time liking his group of friends, though. there was too much teenage drama going on.

i had absolutely no clue who blue really was until he was revealed at the end of the story. i was afraid it was going to be a problematic character, but he ended up being the best possible person.

simon made a few really dumb choices throughout the book, which made me want to slap him, and there was one place where blue makes a comment about  “people who are straight and white never having to have identity issues,” which isn’t true and is kind of rude. but besides that, i loved it.

i try not to change, but i keep changing, in all these tiny ways . . . and every freaking time, i have to reintroduce myself to the universe all over again.”

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aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire sáenz — 4/5 stars

this is the kind of book that you need to sit and think about for a long time before you figure out what it means to you.

first of all, i loved the characters. aristotle and dante’s friendship seemed quite realistic to me, and i got nervous whenever anything happened between them, because i wanted them to be friends for the rest of their lives. dante is such a sweet character. his love of birds, war against shoes, and compassionate personality made him so endearing to me. i liked ari, too. he was angry and confused and started making some bad choices as the story progressed, which made me concerned for this fictional character’s wellbeing. i feel like a worried mother.

there wasn’t much of a plot. there are a few major events in the story, but it’s mostly just exploring ari’s thoughts. i adore the writing style of this book. it’s dreamy and poetic and felt like my internal monologue in many places.

“i wondered what that was like, to hold someone’s hand. i bet you could sometimes find all of the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.”

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it’s kind of a funny story by ned vizzini — 2 ½/5 stars

i can’t believe i gave something a half star. i feel so pretentious. 

i didn’t particularly like any of the characters. most of them were rude and made horrible decisions and made a few transphobic comments. the characters craig encounters in the psych ward generally had interesting backstories, but that didn’t really make up for it. i felt like the mental illness rep was pretty good for most of them, especially craig and muqtada.

i’m still pretty ticked about the transphobia, and i can’t figure out if it’s the author’s opinion or just the characters’. but i did like how the book sort of offered a plan for how to get help if you feel like committing suicide.

“so why am i depressed? that’s the million-dollar question, baby, the tootsie roll question; not even the owl knows the answer to that one.”

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playlist for the dead by michelle falkoff — 3/5 stars

i was considering giving up on this book about fifty pages in, but i had bought it, so i figured i should power through it so i wouldn’t be wasting my ten dollars. that being said, it wasn’t a horrible book, just a little slow in the beginning.

my problems with the book: there are some slightly misogynistic comments, sam thought that suicide is selfish and for attention, the playlist wasn’t as important as i thought it would be, and i pictured astrid as that one scene girl (this one, you know who i’m talking about) and it kind of ruined her character for me.

things i liked: it was from the perspective of someone who had lost their best friend to suicide, which is a pov i haven’t read much of. it talked a lot about music, and yes, that made me happy. it mentioned gerard way’s comics and adam’s song // blink-182, and i freaked out a bit, i’ll admit it.

“people are going to say a lot of things. and some of it will be helpful, and some of it will be annoying, and lots of it will get on your nerves. but they’re saying it because they found it helpful when they lost someone. they mean well.”


i know some of you read 15+ books a month, but this is all that i could manage this time. although it’s probably worth noting that i read three of them in one day.

hope you enjoyed this. i might make it a regular thing. who knows.

xo loren

// another adventure | photography //

my mom dragged me to a campground last week for a nature journaling club (basically a convention of old ladies who thought they were hilarious). i’ve been there many times before, with ahg and cub scouts, and for a renaissance fair and jousting tournament.

i roamed around the campground and hiked up to an overlook while my mom was at the club. i am in love with wandering off by myself and just thinking. i think there’s a word for that: solivagant. it’s a nice word. i wish i sounded like it. 

my mom is an artist. she’s kind of ok, i guess.

i found a dying bouquet by the base of the cliffs. it made me sad. that might be one of the worst kinds of sadness: seeing something that makes you ache, but not knowing why it makes you feel that way.

there’s a tiny cave in one of the cliffs. there were enormous crickets on the ceiling. gross.

people have scratched words into the rocks up at the lookout. i like searching for things other than initials.

because if you’re going to deface nature, you may as well be polite about it.

while i was hiking up to the outlook, a group of girls with a puppy passed by. it was chubby and white and basically a puffball of light and joy. it was one of the softest things i’ve ever touched.

yellow flowers are a gift. thanks, God.

it was getting pretty hot, so i made my way over to the river, planning to wade. but the river was gone?? somehow?? so i took pictures of the wildflowers growing on the bank instead.

i’ve had my converse for almost two years and they’re falling apart. i need new ones. they’re not as bad as my last pair yet (i could peel back half of the sole on those ones), but they’re getting there. i’ve managed to rip a hole in the heel because i got one shoe stuck in a door, the laces are fraying, the rubber on the sides are coming off, and they’re stained red from the mud at my camp‘s shooting range.

these tiny daises are one of my favorite flowers.

idk what this means, but i like it.

i’m still angry about my river disappearing. it’s like part of my childhood evaporated. darn you, water cycle.

i have good memories of this place: murder in the dark in the rain, muddy ultimate frisbee, guitar around the campfire, splashing around in the river, biking through enormous puddles, playing cards with my best friend in our tent. it’s rained literally every time i’ve gone camping there, but i don’t really mind.

nostalgia tints everything gold.

xo loren

// a tag in which i talk about my favorite characters //

hello, my friends!

there’s a tag that’s been going around for awhile that caught my eye. i haven’t actually been tagged for this, but that was probably an accident, because who wouldn’t want to hear me rant about book characters?

for this tag, you write down the names of thirty book characters, fold them up and put them in a bowl. then you draw two names to answer each question with.

let’s go. :)

1) you have one more spot on your spelling team. who gets it?

max-ernest (the secret series // pseudonymous bosch) vs noah (i’ll give you the sun // jandy nelson)

this one isn’t hard. max-ernest is a huge nerd, and i say that in the nicest way possible. noah’s strong point, that sweet child, is definitely art, not spelling. so i’d want max-ernest to get the last spot (but good luck getting me to join a spelling team).

2) both characters want to kill you. who would you kill first to have a better chance of survival?

lucy pennant (iremonger trilogy // edward carey) vs toothless (how to train your dragon series // cressida cowell)

neither of them are really killers, are they? lucy is just a servant girl, but she does have energy and isn’t afraid to hit people with shovels. our dragon friend toothless does sound a bit scary until you remember that he is lazy as heck and absolutely tiny. i doubt that i would actually be able to kill either of them, but disposing of lucy would keep me safe.

3) you’ve been chosen for the hunger games. who is more likely to volunteer in your place?

yo-yoji (the secret series) vs magnus (magnus chase and the gods of asgard // rick riordan)

i think they’d both rather save their own skin then help me. but magnus, being a demigod, having trained for ragnarök, having special powers, etc. would probably know that he could win. let’s go with him.

4) you are the next marvel superhero. who is your sidekick?

george vs lockwood (lockwood & co. // jonathan stroud)

ah. sarcastic, a bit of a genius, has lots of snacks with him — george would have the quirky sidekick thing down. lockwood is good with a sword, has slightly insane plans, and is an excellent leader. i think that if lockwood was my partner, i would become the sidekick, but he’d still be much more helpful than george.

5) you are stranded on a deserted island and you must engage in cannibalism to survive. whom do you eat?

fishlegs (how to train your dragon series) vs jude (i’ll give you the sun)

jude. definitely jude. i’m not particularly fond of her, and i really couldn’t bear to do that to fishlegs. he’s an orphan, he has eczema and asthma and anxiety, and i would feel awful to add being eaten to that unfortunate list.

6) you’re the manager of an avocado company. who would you fire for poor communication skills?

clod (iremonger trilogy) vs lucy carlyle (lockwood & co.)

they both get fired because i don’t like avocados and i would want the company to fail.

7) you’ve just finished a book in which your favorite character dies. which character would be more likely to comfort you?

hiccup (how to train your dragon series) vs violet (all the bright places // jennifer niven)

they’re both compassionate characters who have lost people, so i think they’d both be willing to comfort me. i like hiccup a bit more than violet, though, so i’ll go with him.

8) your birthday has finally arrived. who would have the nerve to forget?

peter (the chronicles of narnia) vs finch (all the bright places)

finch. he’s probably one of my favorite characters ever, and he’s from one of my favorite books, but he has lots of flaws. he would probably be asleep or thinking too much to remember my birthday.

9) you have just found an upcoming youtube star. who is it more likely to be?

sam (lord of the rings) vs ned (castaways of the flying dutchman // brian jacques)

ned, because he is a dog, and everyone likes dog videos. :D

10) you can only invite one person to your sleepover. who would it be?

cass (the secret series) vs sophie (keeper of the lost cities series // shannon messenger)

can i just not have a sleepover? they make me tired and uncomfortable.

i guess i have to pick. although i like cass a lot, i think sophie would be a better conversationalist, which would be important, since i will not speak until spoken to. plus, sophie would know how to make mallowmelt. and i really want to try that.

11) you have just woken up and it is time for breakfast. your mom has been replaced by . . . whom?

keefe (koltc) vs edmund (the chronicles of narnia)

i’d much rather have keefe as my mother. i don’t think he’d be a very good mum, but he would be much more fun than edmund. (although if mother edmund made turkish delight for breakfast, i would pick him over keefe. [and i would betray my family for turkish delight, too. ])

12) bam, you’re pregnant. who is the mother/father?

kate (the mysterious benedict society // trenton lee stewart) vs emily (emily windsnap series // liz kessler)

neither of them are that attractive, though?? (ha, like i would know.) WHY COULDN’T IT HAVE BEEN LUCY CARLYLE. WHYYY.

emily, i guess? i like her more than kate.

13) you have just written a super important text. who would have the nerve not to reply?

susan (the chronicles of narnia) vs matilda (matilda // roald dahl)

it would be matilda, because she’s five, i think, and why would she have a phone? although i don’t know why i would send a super important text to a five-year-old.

14) you’re on the bachelor/bachelorette and down to two characters. who gets your rose?

lucy (the chronicles of narnia) vs miranda (when you reach me // rebecca stead)

this one is easy.

i’ve always thought that lucy is incredible. she’s so brave and cute and sweet!! on the other hand, we have miranda, who is horribly average (i’m sorry, i still love that book). please just let me have lucy.

15) ugh, it’s high school. who would most likely be part of the popular clique?

camicazi (how to train your dragon series) vs artemis (artemis fowl series // eoin colfer)

artemis is a genius, and apparently high schoolers don’t like those with higher iqs than themselves. (i wouldn’t actually know, i’m a homeschooler.) camicazi is a bit insane, but it would never be boring around her. she would probably be the leader of the popular clique.

hope you guys enjoyed that. if you’d like to do this on your own blog, go right ahead.

i tried to pick books that most people would have heard of already. if i mentioned any books that you haven’t read, i’d get on that, because most of the ones on here are my favorites.

also, did you see my cute succulent? i love it very much, but it doesn’t have a name yet. if you have suggestions, leave them in the comments. :)

xo

loren

// summer camp | pt. two //

hello, my friends!

the second part of my adventures at summer camp is here!! make sure to read part one here.

« day four | wednesday »

there was an enormous tulip-tree moth at the dining hall the next morning.

there were waterfront games that night. each campsite entered girls into the competitions, such as climbing the iceberg, relays, the rubber ducky race, swamping a canoe, etc. the only one i was in was the canoe swamp. all i had to do was sit in it, squished up against other girls, until the canoe got too heavy and filled with water.

newlon won the aquatic games. :D

for the search, survival, and rescue badge, we had to spend wednesday night sleeping in the woods in makeshift shelters. the one izzy and i made looked a bit like this, but shorter. so after the waterfront games, we changed into dry clothes and headed off to where we had built our shelters earlier that day. sleeping in the woods was a little bit awful and a little bit insanely exciting.

we took a night hike out to indian point, a peninsula in the lake. i laid in the dewy grass and watched the sky and the lights reflecting off the water while our leader talked about stars. then we went back to our shelters and started a tiny fire with flint and steel.

a normal exchange between izzy and loren that night:

me: you know those baby pictures, where you can see the baby’s feet, and the parents’ feet are on either side?

izzy: i guess.

me, patting a pack of uno cards on the ground between us: this is the baby.

izzy: stop being weird.

me: i’m not being weird!

alex, our leader, in the distance: shut up and go to sleep!

« day five | thursday »

the next morning, we tore down our shelters and went back to the newlon campsite as soon as it was light. most of us went directly to the showers. and that, my friends, was the last shower i had at camp. :)

the evening vespers was that day. we met at a tiny chapel, where the pastor talked about what it means to serve God and others.

so do not fear, for i am with you;
do not be dismayed, for i am your God.
i will strengthen you and help you;
i will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
all who rage against you will surely be ashamed and disgraced;
those who oppose you will be as nothing and perish.
though you search for your enemies, you will not find them.
those who wage war against you will be as nothing at all.
for i am the LORD, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, do not fear;
i will help you.

isaiah 41: 10-13

there was a campfire that night. one of the leaders always saves the ashes and uses them in the fire the next year. he said that there’s over one hundred years of scouting history in the ashes.

they had tons of s’mores supplies for us to use, including giant marshmallows and candy bars. s’mores are delicious.

for entertainment, the campers sang, told jokes, did skits, etc. our friend bella taught us the rooster song, which is probably the greatest camp song i’ve ever  heard.

i had a chicken
but no eggs it laid
i had a chicken
but no eggs it laid
until that rooster
came in my yard
and caught my chicken
completely off guard
we’re having omelets
we never used to
until that rooster came in my yard
we’re having omelets
we never used to
until that rooster came in my yard

look it up on youtube so you can hear the rest, it’s such a thought-provoking song.

« day six | friday »

friday was our last full day at camp, and i got a few cute pictures of the friends i made.

lily & bella.

arm throne.

piggyback ride.

parents were allowed to visit camp that evening for dinner, another fire, and a talent show.

the audition skit.

 F.U.N. song on an electric ukulele.

F is for friends who do stuff together
U is for ukuele
N is for nose picking, sharing gum and sand licking
here with my best buddy

“ALEX is long gone when he left us in the middle of the woods for his car!”

every year, this troop rewrites a taylor swift song to be about that week of camp. this year’s was the song trouble.

i’ve got my ticket for the long way ‘round
the one with the prettiest of views
it’s got mountains, it’s got rivers, it’s got sights to give you shivers
but it sure would be prettier with you

cups // anna kendrick

look at the staff GO.

it’s a lie, it’s a lie. ships ahoy, ships ahey, ships a hi-hi-hi!
oh, i’ve sailed the seven seas and i’ve sniffed the salty breeze,
but i never, ever, ever saw a mermaid.

there was supposed to be a meteor shower that night, and a lot of the girls were going to sleep on the plaza and watch the sky. but it started pouring, so we camped out in the dining hall instead.

leftover s’mores supplies were laid out on the one of the tables, and my brilliant friends decided to do the chubby bunny challenge. they were not very good at it.

it was a rather nice night, really. there weren’t many girls on sugar highs this year. the cook made calzones for our midnight snack and we watched the secret life of pets. i wasn’t really paying much attention to the movie. i was too busy drawing a girl named mary and cuddling with my friend brie and listening to her talk in a southern accent. she kept mentioning how tiny and what a great cuddle buddy i am, and she tried to take me home with her the next day.

izzy and i stayed in the dining hall until about 1:30 a.m., when we left to sleep in our own tent.

« day seven | saturday »

and then, of course, the saddest part of camp: the day everyone goes home and you don’t hear from each other until the next year.

someone told us that the trading post was giving out free slushies, so izzy and i stopped there on our way to breakfast. being polite and grammatically correct, i asked the staffer, david, “may i have a cherry slushie?”

and what did he say?

“no, you may not.”

he was laughing until he saw my expression. hurriedly assuring me that he was joking, muttering to himself that he thought i had been going to punch him, david gave me my cherry slushie. :)

i had been eyeing a pocket knife all week. it was one of those pretty rainbow ones. the guy at the trading post refused to sell it to me, because he overheard a conversation with izzy that went something like this:

“ooh, izzy, look at that rainbow knife! you can murder your enemies with sparkles and joy!!”

apparently, he didn’t trust me not to stab someone. fair enough. i eventually convinced my mom to go buy it for me, but it was sold out by that time. maybe next year.

breakfast that day was soggy mini powdered donuts and apples. we exchanged email addresses and social media usernames with our friends, and then izzy and i were on our way back home. i think we both slept most of the way.

i got a new totem necklace from the trading post! last year, i got one with a white tiger charm, and my 2017 animal friend is a spider.

according to the slips of paper that came with the necklaces, the “attributes of  TIGER include: passion, strength, stealth, adventurous, spirit, unpredictable, self-control, independence, charisma, valor, intuition, devotion and solidarity.” “SPIDER characteristics include: patience, infinity, creativity, artistic expression, and the web of destiny.”

after returning home from an exhausting week away, most normal people would crash and relax/nap for the rest of the day. but, as we all know, i am not a normal person. so what did i do instead of resting? something slightly crazy and borderline extroverted. my friend’s birthday party was that day, which i didn’t know about until i got home. i had to take a super quick shower and go meet up with my friend, because her family was nearby getting kittens. i spent the rest of the day with her, trying to make fondue for her cake. no rest for the weary. :’)

xo

loren

// downtown photography //

hey.

my mom has to go to a tiny café downtown every month to switch out the paintings they have on display. she brings me with her, which i’m usually quite happy about, because the café is across the street from the library. while my mom was working, i slipped over there and found a few books: the scar boys; stargirl; aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe; it’s kind of a funny story; and simon vs. the homo sapiens agenda. it was nice, because i haven’t been to the library since the beginning of july, i think.

then i set off with my camera. here are some pictures.

 

verbena flowers.

there’s a café downtown with these paintings on the wall. i’ve never been inside the building, but the art makes me happy.

i like this mailbox. the stickers and graffiti make it seem like it has a personality.

a woman complimented me on my outfit while i was taking this picture. i was going for a grunge look that day. girl compliments are the best ones.

i stopped by an art shop, where they had a photography exhibit set up: polaroids mounted on pieces of wood. i thought it was incredibly cool (especially the photos of electric guitars and a drum set), and if i had a polaroid camera, i would make something like it.

roses by the church.

i met one of n’s brothers while i was walking about. he gave me the look and said he’d heard about me. i wonder if that means that n told him stories about the dumb things i’ve done. like choking on a flower that i thought was honeysuckle. or suggesting that he name his firstborn “pancake.” or other idiotic things i’ve said to n. i don’t really want to know.

i get nervous going into shops alone, but i can wander aimlessly downtown and feel content and cheerful. i don’t know what that’s about. i like to imagine that i’ll get my own apartment soon and be able to roam the city by myself everyday.

xo

loren