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And so summer begins rolling to a close. And what a summer it was!

I think I've probably done more this summer with one-and-a-half jobs than I have any summer doing all kinds of odd jobs and vacations. By 'done,' I suppose I mean 'experienced.' Just being in the city was completely new to me, much less working in it. And then these kids. Maybe one day they will realize how much they affected Mr. Chris. Not everything was hunky dory, but anything worthwhile never is. That's the beauty of it I think, the mess.

This summer has been difficult for me--mentally I suppose. I've been (still am) struggling with my major, the current one being music. All summer long I've felt as if I'm cut out for more than that, maybe physics, or some kind of sociology, or psychology. One thing I've learned this summer, I love teaching. I LOVE teaching. Few things excite me more than watching people grow in every facet, and that's one thing I loved about working with the ASA. So I came to the conclusion about two weeks ago I'd probably end up being some kind of science teacher, and I changed my major accordingly, and even bought the text books I'd need.

Then Mr. R hired me on staff for my old high school's band camp.

I think I still want to be a music educator. Boy, when those horns played halfway through camp, when they actually broke out of their shell and BLEW, I knew I was exactly where I wanted to be.

I have some tough decisions to make in the next couple of days.