Where to even begin, Internet? It's been a long and eventful couple of weeks. For instance, all of our stuff is now in boxes and in the process of being loaded in a truck. And I did nothing! Well, I packed a suitcase of stuff to have with me for the next two weeks, as well as all of my, you know, unmentionables. It's definitely weird, having someone else pack your belongings, but also awesome. Two guys arrived yesterday around 10am and had our entire apartment packed my 4:30. Today, three guys are moving all of our stuff in the 100° weather while we sit out of the way in the air conditioned bedroom. I don't feel guilty enough about it to offer to help or anything, but just bad enough to not want to eat in front of them while they work. So I'm pretty hungry.
Last week, I worked a special program with 600 kids in one hotel. The organization that brought them had a grant, so all of the kids came for free. Most of them, apparently, without having gotten much information on what they were coming to. "Would you like a free trip to Washington?" they were asked. One boy thought he was going to Washington State until after he'd gotten off the plane. True story. So they weren't prepared for, and in many cases deeply not thrilled about, the 16 hour days of academic programming. It may not surprise you to learn that when averaging five hours of sleep per night, I had very little sympathy for the whining and bitching that ensued.
There were good parts though. Some of the kids were really cool. And we got to see Air Force Two and the Air Force Honor Guard Drill Team out at Andrews Air Force Base. The drill team spins eleven pound rifles with bayonets attached. I spun rifles back in college and can tell you with 100% certainty that had my rifle included a bayonet, I would absolutely have maimed myself.
While we were at Andrews, the Air Force Celtic band played for us. So yeah, the Air Force has a Celtic band. Our tax dollars at work. The really fun part of their performance was during an Irish drinking song when they had all of our middle and high school aged students chanting "Harp" and "Guiness". Super appropriate.
And we got to hear Eric Holder speak.
Sure, I wasn't surprised to discover that none of my 22 high schoolers knew who Eric Holder was. It was a little more disconcerting that none of them had the first clue what an Attorney General is. No matter how many times and different ways I tried to explain it, they kept referring to him as "the general guy" and I'm quite certain expected him to arrive in uniform.
We also got to hear from Arne Duncan. Whether my students thought the Secretary of Education takes notes in meetings about schools, I do not know. I don't have a picture of him because I was sitting far from my bag in order to keep telling a bunch of jerk kids to be quiet.
Then on Wedenesday evening, I was done! And now I'm unemployed! (Technically, I guess I'm under contract with my school through August.) And we can go back to the way things should be, wherein if one of us is leaving so early in the morning that the other one is still sleeping and also returning home after the other has gone to bed, the person working those unreasonable hours is Raj. And the person doing all of the sleeping is me. We tried it the other way around and I didn't care for it.
One day, the movers will have all of our stuff loaded and we can finally eat again. Then we'll spend a few days crashing at Katie's, before heading south to embark on the Florida adventure. In the meantime, one last DC Fourth of July and as much as possible of the other DC stuff that we'll miss or never got around to before.
Raj asked if I'd be sad to leave the apartment since I've lived here for two years. I said it was a little sad, I guessed, since it was our first home together. "First of many," he said. Which was a sentence so full of promise that it's hard to be very sad at all.