Summer typically marks the time of year when things slow down for people. School is out, vacations are taken, readings lists get completed. I, however, find myself anticipating the opposite (well, I'll probably still include the reading list bit.) Summer has begun and I am finally busy once more. It looks like Sea World will be demanding my presence 4-5 days a week, I'll be hanging out in Point Loma at the camp my best friend is working at, and the return of some of my dear friends from their pursuits of higher education is sure to provide a companion for the hours in between.
Though I wouldn't label it a "vacation," I do get to make a little trip up to the lush state of Washington this week. Clinton is graduating from the Evergreen State University, and I'm heading up to attend. My mom, dad, and sister are already on their way up there, driving up the beautiful western coast, but I'll be flying up a little later. The demands of a job make a leisurely drive an impossibility for me.
Clinton is going to be staying up in Seattle this summer with all of our best friends, an exciting plan for them and one that makes me wish I had the freedom to join them. My little weekend up there is just going to leave me wanting more, I'm sure of it.
I am currently working at the school, one last morning before summer break officially sets in here, and am sitting here in my Sea World uniform because I'm heading there in a bit. My favorite little boy with a precious speech impediment just came in, Tommy, looked at my name tag and said, "Emily, there's a Sea World thing on your shirt." His voice was filled with concern and confusion, the same tone he may have used to tell me I had my shirt on backwards or a spider on my shoulder. "I know Tommy, that's because I work there," I replied. His only reaction to my response was to cock his head to one side and slowly back out of my office and down the hallway, keeping his eyes on my name tag the entire time, as if he were expecting it to jump off my shirt and attach itself to his.
