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I'm going home from SWUUSI, and I'm not sure I want to be.
It's been a long week. We talked about electronic ballots. People drove 8 hours round-trip to see Fahrenheit 9/11 in Crawford, TX, but of course Dubya didn't show even though he'd been sent a special invitation. I finished a jigsaw puzzle. I learned how to crochet and made an extremely warm scarf, much warmer than I'm ever going to need in Houston, and started on an equally warm blanket, which I don't think I've made wide enough. I sat on the lawn and watched Grease with a boy I'm rather fond of and discovered afterward that a large and lively cricket had somehow gotten into the sleeve of my jacket. I sat between Cassie and Ram and watched Return of the King and burst into tears about two dozen times during the last 20 minutes alone. I packed all my stuff into the car in the middle of a rainstorm and moved to a different cabin because the ceiling of my old cabin was falling in. My genitalia, unexpectedly, received a name (Sam, for those of you who were wondering, although I'm not too pleased with that as it's also the name of my Volvo, although I suppose Volvo and vulva do kind of go together). I learned how to run an election using the Condorcet method with Borda Elimination as a tiebreaker, provided there are a very small number of candidates. We sat on the boat ramp and talked and chucked rocks into the lake all night the way we used to do. We played pool. We played the only shooting game in the game room, even though it was a ripoff of near-criminal proportions, because pacifistic Unitarian youth apparently can't live without shooting games. We bought snow-cones and told unforgivably filthy jokes while we ate them.
SWUUSI is different than it used to be. SWUUSI is the same as it used to be. SWUUSI is very, very strange now, but it's also as wonderful as it always has been.
I'm going back to a world where I don't offer strangers rides, and if a stranger offers me a ride, I don't take it. I'm going back to a world where I don't ever leave my car unlocked or my backpack unattended. I'm going back to a world where I don't know the people around me, and just sitting near them at dinner isn't a chance, or an excuse, to get to know them.
I'm going back to a world that isn't SWUUSI, and I'm not sure I want to be.
It's been a long week. We talked about electronic ballots. People drove 8 hours round-trip to see Fahrenheit 9/11 in Crawford, TX, but of course Dubya didn't show even though he'd been sent a special invitation. I finished a jigsaw puzzle. I learned how to crochet and made an extremely warm scarf, much warmer than I'm ever going to need in Houston, and started on an equally warm blanket, which I don't think I've made wide enough. I sat on the lawn and watched Grease with a boy I'm rather fond of and discovered afterward that a large and lively cricket had somehow gotten into the sleeve of my jacket. I sat between Cassie and Ram and watched Return of the King and burst into tears about two dozen times during the last 20 minutes alone. I packed all my stuff into the car in the middle of a rainstorm and moved to a different cabin because the ceiling of my old cabin was falling in. My genitalia, unexpectedly, received a name (Sam, for those of you who were wondering, although I'm not too pleased with that as it's also the name of my Volvo, although I suppose Volvo and vulva do kind of go together). I learned how to run an election using the Condorcet method with Borda Elimination as a tiebreaker, provided there are a very small number of candidates. We sat on the boat ramp and talked and chucked rocks into the lake all night the way we used to do. We played pool. We played the only shooting game in the game room, even though it was a ripoff of near-criminal proportions, because pacifistic Unitarian youth apparently can't live without shooting games. We bought snow-cones and told unforgivably filthy jokes while we ate them.
SWUUSI is different than it used to be. SWUUSI is the same as it used to be. SWUUSI is very, very strange now, but it's also as wonderful as it always has been.
I'm going back to a world where I don't offer strangers rides, and if a stranger offers me a ride, I don't take it. I'm going back to a world where I don't ever leave my car unlocked or my backpack unattended. I'm going back to a world where I don't know the people around me, and just sitting near them at dinner isn't a chance, or an excuse, to get to know them.
I'm going back to a world that isn't SWUUSI, and I'm not sure I want to be.