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Welcome to my blog; the new and improved story of my life thus far....written by yours truly. Honestly, who better to record and recount my most embarrassing- but mostly funny- antics...but me? So shall we start from the beginning? I could make it sound like a real story I'm sure...
Once upon a time, there was me. And by "me" I don't just mean some average, normal, run-of-the-mill type girl. I mean a loud, obnoxious, funny, and overall amazing individual. Did I mention modesty is not one of my strong points? Anyway, let's skip the whole "I was born...I spoke, I walked" crap and get to the good part. I went to high school in a normal town, if by normal meaning boring, crumbling and altogether not much fun. But I went to high school, and obviously survived it, to come to the north country to become....what was it...oh right... a "hotel manager."
Apparently in the real world no one actually wastes their time in college to become the manager of a group of people who will probably not respect you anyway...but try telling that to Paul Smith's finest. But anyway, I came to the Adirondacks with a sense of pride in making it to college. And what did I find up here? Trees. And Rocks. And mountains, ponds, lots of water actually, lakes, mud...and snow. My God was there snow. Normal people don't expect 6 inches of snow in October. Up here its a disappointment to have to wait that long. I remember seeing it snow on September 29th freshman year. I was thrilled. Then the cold set in. Come Spring semester, half my class had just not returned. As big of a surprise as that was, I began to understand as temperatures hovered around -20. That's NEGATIVE 20. As in "can't blink outside for fear of my eyelids sticking together and having me flail around aimlessly bumping into random objects until they defrost" -20. But eventually the snow departed and we were left with an Adirondack spring..aka mud season. Mud up to your ankles I tell ya! But that doesn't last very long anyway, so summer eventually made its way to the North Country. Summer up here can range from 30 degree mornings to 100 degree afternoons and right back down again. It can be gorgeous out one minute and freezing rain the next. I drive a Jeep and here it is August and I still have yet to take the top off for fear of drowning on my way to town. Crazy.
But back to that first summer. I spent it at the Hotel Saranac, learning in typical Paul Smith's haphazard fashion that managing a hotel is a lot easier than they make it out to be. Imagine your learning environment being a fixer-upper and having most students be able to run it better than the current GM. Welcome to Hotel Saranac. It's almost like Hotel California...but we don't have a pool. Anyway, I also happened to spend that summer in the hotel dorms. Drinking every night a stones throw from our place of employment...staying up all night and sneaking in the back door of the kitchen at 5am to beg the chef for breakfast. My, those were the good ol' days.
The following year went by too fast, and ended with me hightailing it out of Paul Smith's. I spent the summer at a camp, cooking 3 meals a day for up to 40 people at a time. Surprisingly fun and not as stressful as you might think.
From there I went to Williamsburg VA to do an externship at Kingsmill Resort. I dragged along a "friend" we'll call "Stikki" and moved into a house down there. To make a long story a little shorter she ditched me and my boyfriend Aaron about 3 months later. Still have no word from her.
A few months later, I, being my normal graceful self, tore my ACL for the 3rd time in 3 years. Wonderful.
I then moved home and then migrated back north to the camp for my second consecutive summer. And here I sit. Anyone have any ideas for where I should continue my adventure? I'm getting sick of this mountain-rock-dirt-tree-lake combination.
Once upon a time, there was me. And by "me" I don't just mean some average, normal, run-of-the-mill type girl. I mean a loud, obnoxious, funny, and overall amazing individual. Did I mention modesty is not one of my strong points? Anyway, let's skip the whole "I was born...I spoke, I walked" crap and get to the good part. I went to high school in a normal town, if by normal meaning boring, crumbling and altogether not much fun. But I went to high school, and obviously survived it, to come to the north country to become....what was it...oh right... a "hotel manager."
Apparently in the real world no one actually wastes their time in college to become the manager of a group of people who will probably not respect you anyway...but try telling that to Paul Smith's finest. But anyway, I came to the Adirondacks with a sense of pride in making it to college. And what did I find up here? Trees. And Rocks. And mountains, ponds, lots of water actually, lakes, mud...and snow. My God was there snow. Normal people don't expect 6 inches of snow in October. Up here its a disappointment to have to wait that long. I remember seeing it snow on September 29th freshman year. I was thrilled. Then the cold set in. Come Spring semester, half my class had just not returned. As big of a surprise as that was, I began to understand as temperatures hovered around -20. That's NEGATIVE 20. As in "can't blink outside for fear of my eyelids sticking together and having me flail around aimlessly bumping into random objects until they defrost" -20. But eventually the snow departed and we were left with an Adirondack spring..aka mud season. Mud up to your ankles I tell ya! But that doesn't last very long anyway, so summer eventually made its way to the North Country. Summer up here can range from 30 degree mornings to 100 degree afternoons and right back down again. It can be gorgeous out one minute and freezing rain the next. I drive a Jeep and here it is August and I still have yet to take the top off for fear of drowning on my way to town. Crazy.
But back to that first summer. I spent it at the Hotel Saranac, learning in typical Paul Smith's haphazard fashion that managing a hotel is a lot easier than they make it out to be. Imagine your learning environment being a fixer-upper and having most students be able to run it better than the current GM. Welcome to Hotel Saranac. It's almost like Hotel California...but we don't have a pool. Anyway, I also happened to spend that summer in the hotel dorms. Drinking every night a stones throw from our place of employment...staying up all night and sneaking in the back door of the kitchen at 5am to beg the chef for breakfast. My, those were the good ol' days.
The following year went by too fast, and ended with me hightailing it out of Paul Smith's. I spent the summer at a camp, cooking 3 meals a day for up to 40 people at a time. Surprisingly fun and not as stressful as you might think.
From there I went to Williamsburg VA to do an externship at Kingsmill Resort. I dragged along a "friend" we'll call "Stikki" and moved into a house down there. To make a long story a little shorter she ditched me and my boyfriend Aaron about 3 months later. Still have no word from her.
A few months later, I, being my normal graceful self, tore my ACL for the 3rd time in 3 years. Wonderful.
I then moved home and then migrated back north to the camp for my second consecutive summer. And here I sit. Anyone have any ideas for where I should continue my adventure? I'm getting sick of this mountain-rock-dirt-tree-lake combination.
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