Almost done!

"Every exit is an entry somewhere else." -Tom Stoppard

We have 2 weeks of classes left, and I will be done with my junior year of college. I have no idea where the time went. I still have no job lined out, but I have new found faith that things will work themselves out. Right now it's looking like I will either be in Yosemite working at a camp or in Boise working for the YMCA. It has turned out to be a win-win situation.

My job on the other hand, as an RA, is slowly going to hell. My residents no longer care about school, and all have the common opinion that nothing more can happen to them. Still the most baffling thing on my mind--why would anyone EVER think it was ok to throw up on purpose in front of someone's door!

I'll never understand.

Perhaps this is where Im supposed to be...

Worthless

I have now been turned down for three summer jobs in a row. My once superior resume and many leadership experiences no longer cut it in the real world. I might as well just stop applying. All hope is slowly dwindling from my body and the drive to try again for another position does not exist.
I think the mountains are calling my name. I know many souls who would hire me in an instant. I know many mountains and streams that would welcome me home again to the solitude and solace. And I know many many children that would wrap their tiny arms around my waist and bubble with joy to see my face home again. Perhaps I've looked everywhere except for where I am suppose to be?