is is why I can't be a writer, even though everyone says I'm good at it: I just don't have the drive to keep it up. When I'm not working, my mind is shut down and writing, even when I'm doing it for my own leisure, seems like a chore and I never want to put the effort into it. But I'll try to be better.
My flight back to California was almost a disaster. After everyone was onboard at LaGuardia, the pilot comes on and says "plane's broke, everyone off." While I appreciate not flying in a broken plane, making my connection in Dallwas was pretty much out of the question. There were only a few more flights out of New York that day, all of them full, and most of them arriving AFTER the last flight to Sacramento left from Texas. I would have had to stay in a hotel (paid for by AA) in dallas all night, then take some flight to Sacramento the following day, and get driven up to our project by an assistant team leader in a minivan sometime Monday afternoon. Instead, I managed to make both flights on standby; 8 miserable hours of flying and arriving at 11:30 sunday night, just in time to get up early the next day for the project. I kind of wish I'd opted for the hotel room. Curse my sense of responsibility!
We are now working at Sly Park. Its a science education camp for 5th and 6th grade kids to stay for a week and learn about ecology, geology, astronomy, and all that good stuff. Each team member is a cabin leader and chaperon in charge of 20 or so kids. Its a lot of fun but I feel like I didn't get a chance to see my teammates for the entire week. We're separate for most of the day and we have to be on duty 24 hours a day. You know, for the kids. Internet connection there is pretty much non-existent, so I'll only be making updates on the weekend. For now, heres some pitchas:
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