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Four years ago, this past winter break, I went with my Girl Scout troop (or, rather, part of my troop and a bunch of other girls from the area, not to mention insane leaders, one of whom wore a butcher knife on her belt and insisted that we all have clear backpacks for going through airports) to Our Cabaña, a Girl Scout world center in Mexico. We were there for a week, doing a little service but mostly sightseeing and "learning about other cultures" through crafts. I'm dubious now about the politics of the experience. It was certainly enjoyable, and could have been politically worse, but it could have been better.
That's not what I mean to be discussing.
While there, I made a few friends, other Girl Scouts from the US. A friend from home and I, and three other girls, emailed as a group when we got home, mostly philosophical questions like we had discussed late at night while at Our Cabaña. (This reminds me now of math problems and poetry I'm sending to friends from BSM.) We lost touch pretty quickly, stopped answering each others' questions promptly, couldn't think of more questions.
Before coming to college I finished a granny square afghan and sent it to Nora, my closest of these friends (except the one I'd known from home), who was starting her sophomore year of high school. I got back from her a Thank You note, which is still in my box of things-that-have-been-stuck-to-walls, with all the Friday Flower cards of freshman year. We probably exchanged a couple more emails, but I hadn't talked to her in years.
Until December, when feeling lonely (or annoyed with Mike for taking so long with something in the computer lab, or bored waiting for class) I logged onto AIM, figuring I wouldn't really get to talk to anyone, since I was in Hungary, and the time difference... Anyway no one I really knew was on. Except that I got a random IM from Nora, who had to introduce herself because it had been long enough for me to forget her screenname. It was quite exciting, if a bit of that awkward, I-have-no-idea-what-you've-been-doing feeling.
So, we talked again today, and I must say that this is still quite exciting.
That's not what I mean to be discussing.
While there, I made a few friends, other Girl Scouts from the US. A friend from home and I, and three other girls, emailed as a group when we got home, mostly philosophical questions like we had discussed late at night while at Our Cabaña. (This reminds me now of math problems and poetry I'm sending to friends from BSM.) We lost touch pretty quickly, stopped answering each others' questions promptly, couldn't think of more questions.
Before coming to college I finished a granny square afghan and sent it to Nora, my closest of these friends (except the one I'd known from home), who was starting her sophomore year of high school. I got back from her a Thank You note, which is still in my box of things-that-have-been-stuck-to-walls, with all the Friday Flower cards of freshman year. We probably exchanged a couple more emails, but I hadn't talked to her in years.
Until December, when feeling lonely (or annoyed with Mike for taking so long with something in the computer lab, or bored waiting for class) I logged onto AIM, figuring I wouldn't really get to talk to anyone, since I was in Hungary, and the time difference... Anyway no one I really knew was on. Except that I got a random IM from Nora, who had to introduce herself because it had been long enough for me to forget her screenname. It was quite exciting, if a bit of that awkward, I-have-no-idea-what-you've-been-doing feeling.
So, we talked again today, and I must say that this is still quite exciting.
