College kids

I think there are drunks in the hallway. Oh wait........those are just college kids.

The Fiish

Car Accident

Just a note to say that I'm really buisy with college and I caused an accident tonight and I'll talk about it when I'm good and ready. Plus I'm tired and have to sleep.

Oh and noone was hurt.

The Fiish

College, my friends, college

I'm in college......

What's it like you ask? It seems to be alright so far. I think as you grow up that feeling of extreem terror that you feel your first day of school kinda wears down. I dont feel particularly anxious or nervouse or anything.

I'm living in a dorm room off campus, about four blocks, and its alright. I got my room mate kinda the second I got here, theres a story behind that though.

So I get in the dorm to have a room assinged to me and I get my room number and key, find the room, and open the door. I'm greeted by some very remakable looks of shock by two parents as the door swings open. They quickly say before even a greating "This room is taken". Then just as fast they say that ther's only one bed. Personaly I think they just hid the other bed to give him a whole room to himself cause they wouldent let me in the room to check.

So I whent back to the office and told the floor manager and told him. There was a kid and his dad sitting in the office and the dad said "Hey just put him with my son!", leave it to dads to make that kind of call :P ( I love my dad so don't go sayin' nothen different). Anyway we moved in togather and didnt say much so I figured "great a no-talker type", then we when to orientation and stuff. That night when I came back to the room I found out he wasnt a non-talker. We talked from like 7 or 8 to ten at night. Only thing is that he says he cant sleep alot of nights so he usually just talks. But for me I cant talk at night so I usually just sleep. :P

We'll work it out I guess, or I hope.

It's 7:48 now and I need to be on the campus at 9:00 and I got some things to do so I should be going.


The Fiish

Ok, Lemme try to break it down

I got down to SC around the 23 or so of June. I rode the train down and the trip was from 4 PM to like 9 AM of the following day. Befor eI rode down I had hung out at my brother's apartment for about a week during wich time I found that I really did miss my family alot after they returned to the mission field. I also found out that Philadelphia is a pretty boring place unless you actually decide your going to brave the city streets and do a whole lot of walking. My brother mostly is at work, in class, or working/playing on his computer.

 

So I get to the train station in Clempson SC and there is no one there to pick me up. So I wait 15 minutes then decide I better make some calls. The dumb thing being that there are no pay phones at the train station, oh and by ststion I mean a little parking lot next to the track that has a small building that's alwase locked for some reason. So I pick up my 100 plus pounds of luggage and make my way down a hill, across a 4 lane highway to a gas station. I don't have my Uncle's phone number so I call the only U.S. number I know by heart, my Grandparents. I get My Uncle's phone number from them and call their house, my aunt answers and tells me that my uncle is on the way to the train station to pick me up. so I figure I'll catch him when he drives by the gas station. So again I wait. About a half hour latter I decide to go back up to the stion because I'm shure that he'de find me there if he ever came and it'd be a lot easyer than flagging him down. So I heav my luggage back across the four lane, up the hill and next to the little building. He was there already and must have arrived just as I was crossing the four lane from the first time or makeing the phone calls. But to make a story shorter I finnally got to their house. I'm cutting out the fact that we whent to WalMart because shopping with my uncle is a whole chronicle in itself that I'll have to relate some time.

 

So I got to their house and since there was nothing to be done, I hopped into the truck and whent to see my good friends the Kunkels. I whent with their children, Dallas (my age), Hana, Sarah, and Rachel, to see Cars at the theater. Whent back to their house and hade dinner. About 9:30 I headed back to the farm.

 

Now if I tell my whole summer day by day like that, this will be a very long post. Plus there are some detailes that I can't include for general viewing due to the top secret nature of some of the proceedings on the farm. Those of you who've worked there will understand.

 

Within the next few days we started the job that requieres you to get up so bloody early in the morning and we did that job religiously every day for the next four weeks.

 

We also did the job of preparing the plants that we will latter plant in the field. We did that two days and did a total of about 1600 plants.

 

This year I didnt get any deer sadly or crows (we have a permit for that) but I did do quite a bit of killing. My kilss for this year are as follows.

 

Racoons: 3

Possums: 1

Skunks: 5

Coyotes: 1

 

I also was incharge of laying the raccons, skunks, and possum in thier graves. And let me tell you America, skunks STINK! I don't mind skunk if its just a wiff or far away, but up close and persona like that it smells like somone frying rotten eggs only ten times worse. Fortunatly i took my prcautions and didnt get any stink except on my boots and it wore off pretty quick because of all the walking I did and stuff.

 

Well what else? I can't really think of much else.

 

Oh! I have yet to mention some of the most important people this summer, the Lunas. Charis Luna and her brther Seth came down for two weeks shortly after I arrived. We had a grand old time talking about past summers, getting lost takeing the smith boys home, watching funny videos on my computer (OWWWWWWW, This helmet is chaffeing my eye brows. I SWEAR!). Thanks again Charis and Seth! Be seeing you tomorow afternoon if all goes well.

 

Ok I think I'll cut this post off. This should provide a little entertainment for ya'll out there. 

 

Tune in next time for the exciting sequel in The Farm series: The Crow Cannon.

 

The Fiish

A pair of Irksomly chaffed eyebrows

HEY YOU BUNCH OF STRANGE PEOPLE WHO READ MY BLOG FROM TIME TO TIME!

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAACKKK!

I have returned from the South Carolina Watermelon Patch to the apartment of my brpther in the City of Brotherly Love, PHILADELPHIA.

Top on my list now that I have returned is that I am scheduled to move into college on the 13th. That gives me a little less than a week of un-collegefied freedom. So to break it down so that I don't have tpo repeat myself:

What: Moving into college
Where: Thaddeus Stevens College of Technology, Lancaster, PA
When: Sunday the 13th of August 2006
Why: Because I gata

So I'm getting hyped about that every time I think of it, So I'm trying not to.


Working on the farm was fun, and hard. I got there the 23 or so of June, and stayed till last Friday. I had help from my friends, Charis and Seth Luna, for two weeks. The rest of the time I was on my own.

By the way: Charis, Seth, Thanks A whole bunch for comeing down this year. It really made it funner.

Well, really too much happened this summer for me to type up before my attention span runs out so Look forward to part 2 of this post comeing shortly to a blog page near you.



The Fiish