Another foray.

Journals and I have never agreed with each other. The only “successful” one I’ve managed to keep was a required one senior year of high school, and as soon as the 6-month assignment was complete the entries vanished. So maybe if I think other people are cluing into my life I’ll be more compelled to have some discipline. Or I’ll just abandon it again. It’s my plan to not really announce this until I feel like it’s more than just the ravings of a really bored mind.

I’m approaching the end of my freshman year (well here it’s called “First Year”) at Middlebury. We’ve got somewhere between 5 and 6 weeks until finals, which is what I’ll call an unexpected number. Where did all the time go? Spring break is weird. At any rate, my failure to join Hyannis Sound left me scrambling for an engaging, *rewarding* summer job, and so these days have been spent speculating on the fast approaching future. It’s odd, I used to relish in the anticipation of summer, and now I almost dread it.

Sarah was hired by the “Campaign to Save the Environment” and recommended I apply. So I did, and was hired and offered the position of “Campaign Coordinator,” which is pretty hot. The job would normally entail canvassing, doorbell-ringing, bothering people in the streets to stir up “Grassroots” support for environmental legislation and climate change awareness. A “Field Manager” position, which Sarah was offered, would make more money weekly and administer the pawns roaming the streets, in addition to doing some roaming herself. A “Campaign Coordinator” works on PR and writing / editing / submitting articles to local papers and contacting benefactors and administering everybody else, which sounds like a much more interesting job than bothering people on the streets (though I would do some of that too). There hasn’t been any mention of increased pay, and in fact the position’s superiority over “Field Manager” is just Sarah and me speculating. You know what, I have very little actual information about the job, which is suspicious. At the end of my successful phone interview (in which they immediately told me I would be offered a Campaign Coordinator position, an oddly enthusiastic proposition to base solely on a 5-minute phone conversation) they told me a confirmation email would be headed my way shortly. So when it arrives, I’ll reply with an inquisitive email of my own.

The hours are suspect, also… They mentioned something about working 2-10 which won’t work too well as the position is in Cambridge. My interviewer mentioned there may be a Campaign Coordinator position from 9-5 there, and there is probably one in the Boston office, so I may just relocate. Hopefully Sarah can too. Ideal summer at this point: Campaign Coordinator is a higher paying and rewarding position that has me working 9-5, 5 days a week in Boston, and Sarah and I can commute in / out. Yes the commute is expensive in itself, but it would come out to be like a week’s pay for the whole summer’s transportation, which is bearable.  Besides the confirmation email, the next step is my going for an “observation day” on May 26 in the Cambridge office in which “They” decide if I’m campaign coordinator material. So confusing.

Life at Middlebury itself is very easy right now, since I’ve just finished midterms. I also finished my 16 hours of required community service at the animal shelter, so my week is a lot more open. The weather is warmer, and I just took out my bike yesterday! Commutes across this beastly campus are now so much quicker. Like the air, jazz band is heating up, with just 6 more rehearsals before our May 3 gig. Ah spring, who hast been so historically bloated with musical events, almost seems naked this year. Even so, I still have around 5 Mamajama performances. I’ll be home for most of Westborough’s spring musical craziness anyway, so maybe I can live vicariously then.

This weekend should be fun. Ilanna is coming from Skidmore tomorrow night, and Saturday (after work) I’m going to see Sarah’s track meet at Midd. She can’t stay over, so after Saturday we won’t see each other until summer break. Ah, c’est la vie, I know what a long-distance relationship is.

There’s a lengthy post. We’ll see how consistently I can deliver from here on.