Every little thing you say and do...
well, as madonna plays about hanging up- whatever it is she hangs up- the phone, her laundry, some hangers, i sit in the HCT office i am fighting the urge to break out into interpretive dance, mariah carey has just started do-do-do-duh doing and oh but the music calls! alas! alack! there is just too much of an audience. we head counsellors have this very special thing in our lives. We have learned a form of communication to make our office a juggernaut of unity. We speak/laugh/teach/rebuke/love through the form of interpretive dance. but our art is a precious thing. right now there are three of us, but there are also three others who would compromise our art- we must protect it, pass it on to those who will take it and be fruitful with it. and yes, it is an art. Por ejemplo- janine standerwick and andrew bordeville received packages the other day. ryan and i decided that clearly it would be unreasonable for them to receive them without having to work for them- lazy bums that they are. and we ARE after all, the headcounsellors- our job description basically includes the term "slave drivers" repeatedly (you should see me coordinate that rocket dock- oooh boy, yeah). anyways, we were disheartened to see that they had never been disciplined in the art of interpretive dance (we will address the issue with the CIT counsellors accordingly). They were a sorry sight. they didn't even know that you start in the shell position (much like an egg). Ryan and i taught them in the way everlasting and flowing and leaping. They have much to learn it is tue, but i have much hope, they are quite possibly future head-counsellors in the making.The other art form that we often practice is the random stress relief dance. Ryan and i have perfected this, however, there are often a few randoms that we invite to join- you need little training, just amanda's hairbrush which is always in our office anyways and a strong piece of musical accompaniment. this is also furnished by the HCT. thats what we are here for- for you, when you need us, when you need a friend... to dance.
So this post is to encourage you, dance my friends, for light, for life, for all mankind.
4 Comments:
I agree! i may quit this blog and go to xanga completely- or worse! myspace! heaven help us all!!
don't do it.
myspace is garbage.
and we all know this.
i am turning into one of those non comment readers - which i particularly dislike.
glad to hear there is dance at camp.
you are a star kiki
-signed avid blog reader....
i like kiki.
Well I found your blog address and I just wanted to say what a lovely suprise it was quite literally running into on the street the other day. My e-mail is hymie98@hotmail.com drop me a line (I guess it's no longer a line) so perhaps a note sometime.
Cheers,
Sam
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