August 3, 2006

A Post About Nothing...

I have never been so happy to see the calendar turn to August. It was with a sigh of relief that I took my July schedule off my refrigerator and replaced it with my August one. Along with the first “summer-like” weather of my time in Montana, July also brought massive amounts of drama and chaos to my little work community. I don’t know if the heat got to the girls or if there was some strange alignment of planets that caused everything to be off kilter, but for whatever reason, the season of drama was upon us for almost the entire month of July.
Thankfully, along with the subtle departure of our hot weather, the drama that was so rampant a couple of weeks ago is also settling down and we are all one big happy family again.
I guess it stands to reason that when you have this many teenage girls in one place, there are bound to be flare ups, but there were days in the past month when I questioned the sanity of forcing 36 girls to live together.

I’m sitting on my porch right now, looking out over the meadow, enjoying the last hours of my time off. It’s 1:30 in the afternoon and I am willing to bet that it is barely in the 80s today. We really did have some hot days in July, but some time last week, the heat wave broke, and the temperatures starting dropping at night. Over the weekend, we were even down into the 30s at night. The extreme fluctuations in temperatures from day to night are so foreign to me. It’s very weird. But more importantly, I think it means that summer is almost over. It’s the first week in August and I think this is it. I’m not quite ready to let go of warm weather, but even as I sit here on the porch, there is a persistent breeze that is mocking my attempt to wear shorts and a tank top.
I’ve lived in Montana for 4 months now. One third of the commitment that I made is now behind me. That was fast, huh? I still have no idea whether I will stay beyond the initial time I agreed to, but I am still content (mostly) with my job. My frustrations with my schedule are just that—frustrations. Nothing worth leaving over. Plus, I am fairly certain that those frustrations can be resolved in the near future.

So. That's it. My ramblings I posted only because I feel guilty that I haven't posted more often this summer.
The end.


  1. I'm not positive if anyone other than teenage girls have told you welcome to Montana yet, but I'm about as far away from that demographic as it gets so... Welcome to Montana!

    I hope when your year is up you will look fondly upon this state!

  2. So I admit it. I googled you and found your blog. And I really hope that I get to at least meet you someday. I always feel like I'm invading privacy reading blogs, but I'm going to go for it anyway, hope you don't mind :)