Settled

Settled Having endured various planes, trains, buses, and customs officers who dont believe me when I say Im 19 and instead ask to see parent-signed papers saying that Im allowed to travel alone, I am finally back at MIT and all settled in to my new room. Last years non-existent view of the Charles River has been replaced by a partial one that I can glimpse if I look out my window and to the left; if I look straight ahead, all I see is McCormicks west tower. Not quite as scenic. Already, Im sinking into my MIT routine, having done laundry once (be impressed!), as well as having visited the professor Ill be UROP-ing with this upcoming semester. Its so nice to be back; I didnt quite have a whole lot of time to think about MIT while traveling about during the summer. But now that Im here, Ive realized that Ive missed this place. Coming back to Boston feels like coming home. And yet, its Boston that Ill be leaving tomorrow, as I pack my bags for what seems like the hundredth time this summer and head off to what I think will be one of the best weeks of my life. Camp Kesem kicks off tomorrow at 8 am, and Im so excited about it!! Ive pseudo-met my campers via a brochure that was sent out, detailing their individual profiles. Im part of the camp group called the Egyptians; were definitely going to be the most awesome group at camp =P Sorry, Spartans/Aztecs/Greeks/Vikings! These past few days, spent preparing for the arts/crafts portion of camp, have kicked up memories of my February CK counselor interview. I remember being asked what I was most worried or scared about when it came to Camp Kesem. At that time, I responded that I wasnt sure if I could handle the emotional side of camp. Each and every child at Camp Kesem has at least one parent who has or has had cancer, and I was and still am afraid that if these kids confide in me, I wont know how to respond or wont be able to keep from tearing up. The follow-up question to this during the interview was how Id handle this situation if it should occur, to which I said that I would that I would simply listen, be there for the camper, and save my bawling for later. Fingers crossed that Im able to do that. I cry pretty easily sad movies and books have an unseemly amount of control over me and my tear ducts. It might help if I go to the LSC (Lecture Series Committee) screening of Date Night tonight, just to offset the danger of crying in favor of crinkly laugh lines. The LSC puts on several movies throughout the school year, many of which like todays screening are free. Im a fan of both Steve Carell and Tina Fey and have wanted to see Date Night for such a long time. Tonights my chance, yayy!! Prepare yourselves for a giant entry the in a week or so. When I come back from Camp Kesem, I promise Im going to have tons to say :)