So after a stressful few weeks of finals and a lovely few weeks of doing nothing at all, I’ve finally made Read and Revel! My YA Lit review and other news blog! Yay!
I’ll also still post here occasionally (like when Monster, the seven-year-old I babysit (what, that’s not what you call your babysitting charges?), does hilarious things. The other day we were walking home from baseball and he undid the cap of a water bottle with his chin and proclaimed: “I am an extraordinary child.”) but would love it if you go check out Read and Revel, which is all about reading and reveling and giving young adults books that are wonderful and challenging and great.
So a few days ago I picked up the seven year old boy I babysit from his baseball practice in Central Park, and he rode his scooter home while I walked behind. For a while he did this really neat trick where he managed to circle around me while I walked, continuing to move forward with every circle. And we started talking about what we’re afraid of.
I told him I’m afraid of elevators, specifically elevators that have so many people in them that, if it were to break down, everyone wouldn’t be able to sit down at the same time. He laughed at me!
Then he told me that he’s afraid that a man is going to go into his room during the school day and lie in wait for him until he goes to sleep. I reminded him that the super awesome doormen at his building would never let that happen. It took them about two years before they stopped asking me who I was every time I showed up at the apartment!
So then he goes, “Becca. Seriously. He wouldn’t come in through the lobby.”
So I say, “Well then how is he going to get into your room? A serious flaw in your plan! Ha!”
And he goes, “Becca. He’ll climb in through the window?”
Then he stopped his scooter in front of me, grabbed my arm and goes, “You sure have a lot to learn. You’re afraid of elevators, when you should be afraid of windows.”
I feel like there’s a life lesson in there somewhere, just aching to get out.
I haven’t had my computer, so I’ve been completely unable to blog.
Or at least, that excuses the last six days. The month before that…I guess my happy thoughts were overarching and vague, not pin-pointy and specific.
I’m also considering changing the name of my blog again to something like Literintern, and just owning up to the fact that it’s basically all about books.
In the meantime, while I decide, please gaze at the lovely ocean that provided me with many overarching, vague happy thoughts when I was on Spring Break a couple weeks ago:
Also feel free to share your thoughts on the direction you think my blog should take.
I am a college student. Beyond that, I’m an RA (read: free meal plan). I’m also trying to save enough money to sublet an apartment this summer, while simultaneously buying YA books all the time to keep up with my job. This means that I eat dining hall food all. the. time.
It gets really tiresome. I even eat it on my lunch break from my internship, because my internship happens to be about three blocks from a dining hall. Lovely.
But today when I walked into the dining hall, trying to convince myself that another lunch of cherry tomatoes, pasta salad, and cantaloupe was what I really, really wanted, I looked up to find magical food had replaced all of the regular fare! It was Innovations Day or something. I had a gyro salad for lunch with a great fruit salad (with STRAWBERRIES in it!) for dessert! Do you know how rarely strawberries show up in dining halls? Happiness.
So I’m not really a big football fan. I inevitably am the one who ends up yelling “WHAT IS EVERYONE STANDING AROUND FOR?” at the TV at some point during one of the many pauses in the game. But Superbowls, I can get behind. There’s always such awesome food, and everyone really gets into it, and I get to wear color themed clothing to whichever team I decide I’m rooting for (speaking of, I’m not even sure who’s playing and I’m going to two different places today. I’ll get on that.).
Beginning the break, having the break, enjoying the break, and ending the break are all my happy thought.