Mood: Compassionate .: Soft :.
Listening to: .: Cars – Drive :.
Reading: .: The Autobiography of Malcolm X w. Alex Haley :.
Watching: .: Soul Videos :.
Inquisition: Where do you go to think?
Aloha!
Tamika plopped down on the love seat across from the couch on which I sat. She had on this very pretty silvery-blue and black outfit which she had worn to help out for the wedding.
My arms were aching from forcing a seat out the door of Talisha’s room, and I sat disjointedly among the giant pillows.
I looked at her. I was tired, and feeling a little selfish. I’d waited all day long to see her, and there she was, sitting across from me.
Sometimes I think so strongly on things that it borders on telekinesis. It’s usually in the ability to interpret thoughts and feelings, but occasionally, when I feel strongly, it feels like I can project my thoughts and feelings.
And with that one look, I did. The whole day, all the moving, even the anxiety and confusion I had on where exactly this was going; all were compounded into one quick look.
She didn’t move. I turned my eyes glazedly toward the TV, moving only slightly.
She got up and bounded over with a pillow, laying next to me with her head on my knee.
Triumphant, I lay my hand on her shoulder, and she dozed off.
There is something about touch. I’m not sure what it is. It send power through me. It heals any troubles, even pain. She nuzzled close and everything simply evaporated. As it slowly melted away, I leaned back.
I think too darn much.
I might as well lay it down so I can think about them clearly and get them off my chest.
I think about how addicting this might be.
I think about how she might be hurt if we part.
I think about how decisions on both side might be influenced by this; big ones like moving and jobs.
I think about how much this is exactly what would lead up to a healthy relationship.
I think about how I want to travel the world still, and how nothing can get in the way of that.
I think about my ideas of the perfect mate and have doubts about how realistic they might be.
I think about how much influence the family has on the child.
I think about how early it is to be worrying about any of this at all…
I think about how thinking too much could derail even a friendship.
Her father’s sermon was good. He spoke about if we were making ourselves ready for spiritual knowledge is important. He gave the analogy of Paul killing Christians and then God preparing him to be ready.
Mr. Pinkney came up to me afterwards and told me he really appreciated me coming not only for the sermon but for letting them take the night off; especially “coming all the way down for nothing”. I assured him it was nothing. And I meant it. I was glad I came.
Tamika and I drove back and went to her house. I helped Vinny set up a light in her room and set the table.
Vinny cooked dinner for us, and invited Vanessa (their old roommate) and her new fiancé over. Vanessa had just announced her engagement. It was a little weird because I don’t know them that well, but we all sat in the living room to eat and started talking and things went fine. Tamika and Vinny are doing quite well again, which made me happy.
Tamika got a little quiet after dinner. I’m not sure if it was getting distracted or something else, but I hope she’s ok. She took me home after a while and I packed for camp.
Camp is going good so far. Lox showed up right when Tamika and I pulled up, as did Chris Spahr (one of the counselors) and Joe Cassimasema (one of the teachers). We have a whole batch of new 6th graders. The 6th grade kids are really cool, I see a lot of potential with them. A couple of them are troublemakers (especially Devon’s brother Marlon… go figure…) but I’m hoping we’ll be able to help them out a bit.
A guy named Pernell (Perk) is helping out with counseling. He’s as tall as me and looks like young Micheal Jordan. He grew up in Harrisburg and is going to Valley Forge Christian College. He’s really cool, and has a lot of good ideas. I’m going to try and keep in touch with him after he leaves at the end of this week (his college starts).
Me, Perk, Mike McGeean and the new Reading teacher (I forget her name) all took the 6th graders on a hike this afternoon. They did pretty good, though a few of the heavier kids lagged behind. We got the heavier kids to lead they way back down, though, and they went so fast we had to struggle to keep up. 🙂
It’s going to get harder and harder, because we are short on counselors already and we’re going to be loosing more next week. But, I think we’ll be alright.