I am officially an organ donor in the state of Arizona as of 5 minutes ago. That makes me feel good, like I've done something that could possibly impact the world, even within the next few days (but hopefully not that soon, because death for all its mystery and stark reality is still in a way grim when dealing with, well, me. Or someone I know.).

I miss that feeling, of being something larger than myself...I used to know so much more about the people I care about, as well as annoyingly useless facts, like who I sat next to in pre-school. (Garrett Hallman for those of you who didn't know...he used to pull my pigtails at coloring time, along with his toady Rachel. Oh, I never forget a name or a face...they should hire me in the mafia.) Now, I feel so disconnected from the ones who aren't within my field of vision, which in turn affects how I relate to those who are in my life right now.
While we're on the subject, it's so hard to care about people I haven't met, or may never know. I want to change that. Apathy is a silent, indifferent killer.

I met my high schoolers for the summer term this past week, at a huge campout at Sunset Crater (about 15 minutes from Flag) with all the other YCC kids from Sedona, Flagstaff, and Fredonia. (I'm in Williams with my co-mentor, Brando. That's right, Brando. Like Marlon. <--Is that how you spell that actor guy's name?) It was sweet and SO exhausting...I now fully understand why they implement naptimes at summer camp. Getting up this morning felt like the aftermath of a train attack. One more day of nothing before the prep for camping out at Williams for a week begins. Thank God Shari lent me her solar shower, in case the need arises...I'm an enduring woman, but the thought of so little free time up until now coupled with camping out at our site without a shower was just a little too harsh. I'm not as young as I used to be...
anyway, they're fun--Sierra (I should call ehr "karate kid" for her swift deadly moves in the ninja game we played all week), Brittany (fun-loving, steer-showing blondie), Brian (mr. up-at-6a.m.-when wakeup call is at 6:30...also sasses me good-naturedly), Richard (who I always want to call Robert, gahhh! He's the quiet intense loner), Michael (tagging artist, late sleeper), Wes (who laughs at others' jokes a lot, and isn't much into camping), Jake (always testing us, lets his smarty-pants side get the best of him sometimes but loves a good game of gin rummy), and Trent (quiet and earnest). All in all, I'm pumped, as is Brando. Good summer of fencing, here we come.

I wish Shari could've stayed in town, I'll miss her being out there in Fredonia...