Working with kids is not easy. I can’t tell you how much it drains me, especially at my summer job, where I work with much younger kids than I do on the regular. So often I have come home from work and just wanted to pass out that I haven’t been able to write. In fact, it hurts my eyes to read or look at anything. It’s a taxing job. But there are great moments: making kids laugh, and getting hugs, and getting silly little gifts on your birthday.
Then again, there can be some… interesting moments when it comes to working with kids. Especially when you are a newly-minted late-20s person on your birthday. Things like:
- Being told on your birthday that you look like you’re going to have a baby. Are you going to have a baby? Oh no.
- Being given a birthday card that has a cake on it with 36 candles. And the number 36. The kids think you are 36.
- On that same birthday card, seeing one of your major flaws drawn for all the world to see. I mean, you know it’s there and you come to peace with it, but you still don’t like it flaunted in your face.
- Being given a My Little Pony doll, being expected to know what it is, and having no idea.
- Being given 70 donuts. Literally. They gave me 70 donuts. (Munchkins, but STILL.)
Don’t get me wrong. My birthday was great. Still. Kids have a way of bringing up things that you don’t want to think about, don’t they?
I thought about writing a post about the awful week I’ve had. Between grown-up decisions and research and dealing with crazy parents at the summer job, I needed to vent. But a part of me doesn’t want to dwell. It’s over and done. And good things are happening.
So. Instead of venting, I present to you: Reasons I love summer (in no particular order)
- Ice cream
- Warm days (although the northeast gets a little humid for me)
- Blockbuster movies (here I come Ant Man)
- More time to read
- More time to exercise (when I can drag myself)
- Patio dining
- Ice cream (yes, again)
- Driving with the sunroof open
- Time with friends
- My birthday!
What do you love about summer?
Do you ever envision your life in the movies?
I don’t mean picturing you yourself in the movies, starring alongside Johnny Depp or Halle Berry or whatever. But more, do you picture yourself as one of the characters in the movie that you’re watching? Do you imagine what your life would be like if you were that character? Because I do.
And I sound totally pathetic.
But hear me out. As a teacher (who loves her job) slash summer camp counselor (maybe not so much) with no significant other and not much of a social life, there comes times when I like to lose myself in the movies.
When I was little, I would imagine myself as a spy as my class walked from our classroom to the library for reading time. Even my early writings drew a lot from the films that I love. (Why Liz, I hear you asking, does that mean that you wrote fanfiction? Oh yes. Yes it does. And the Harry Potter lover in me still misses it.)
Writing this blog was inspired by movie watching. Julie & Julia, which is about a bloggist, and Meryl Streep’s Julia Child impression. (What? I was in a Stanley Tucci mood.)
I don’t know. A part of me thinks that, from time to time, envisioning life as a movie can be good. It can break the monotony of, oh, I don’t know. A humid summer spent supervising hundreds of children as they play dodgeball and soccer over and over again. For me, it has helped me write on more than one occasion. Throwing my characters into a movie scene in my head, or turning something that I’m going through into a movie scene has helped me when the dreaded writers’ block hits.
And as long as I’m not living in my personal head movie all of the time, what’s wrong with it?
What’s your favorite movie, readers?
I love the Fourth of July. It’s my favorite holiday.
For a little kid who was obsessed with Christmas for years, this is a big deal. There are no presents, no Santa Claus, less decorations when it comes to the Fourth of July. And certainly less build-up than there is to Christmas.
But there’s something special in the Fourth.
I’m not saying this out of patriotic loyalty. I am proud to be an American, but that is not where my joy in the Fourth comes from.
My family is very no-frills when it comes to the holidays. We celebrate, but not lavishly. Our celebrations for holidays usually last less than half a day. Quiet, quaint affairs in our household.
In that respect, the Fourth of July is no different. The location changes sometimes, but we never seek out fireworks or big parties or anything of the sort. Instead, we go to a neighbor’s house, sit on the deck, drink margaritas, and eat hamburgers. It’s not special, it’s not unique. We sit around and snack and talk and laugh. Usually into the night.
And I love every second of it.
I couldn’t describe why exactly. It’s calm and collected and surrounded by people I know and love. And maybe that’s it. There’s no airs put on. Just fun. And I always look forward to it.
What’s your favorite holiday, followers?