The summer began with me volunteering immediately for summer camp. That was a terrible week for me. I was tired every single day and I just wasn’t there. I felt terrible that week, physically terrible. It was also very lonely; mostly because I didn’t know how to speak with people who are slightly older than me. I can’t address them as my peers, yet they are not old enough for me to speak with them as my superiors. Well, I could have spoken to them as my superiors, which I suppose they were since they were in charge of the camp while I was there to help out. It would have just felt weird to speak to them like that when they looked, again, not much older than me.
The following week, I had plans for 3 consecutive afternoons, so I decided to volunteer for the younger age group summer camp which was only half of the day. I was feeling slightly better that week, but my movements and my reactions were still slow while I was volunteering. On the Monday, I went to the park with a bunch of friends.
It was an adventure just getting there. We got lost. None of us was willing to accept responsibility for that happening. We had a water fight, sort of. Then we sat on fake horses (pictured).
Then we were on a monkey bar type thing. Desperate decided he would say one swear word while a little boy was nearby. I called him out for it. Desperate apologized. The little boy’s mother overheard me tell Desperate off and decided – despite us having the only slip up with swearing and despite me already having spoke with him about it – that she would help.
She proceeded to tell us off. We listened, then went back to talking without anymore slip ups – regardless of her.
Cannibal had to go home because he had something unimportant todo – like math tutoring and eating dinner. Brown decided she would walk with him to the bus stop because she planned on telling Cannibal she liked him. This plan prevented me from going home at the same time as Cannibal even though we live in the same direction. I stayed longer and had fun, but whatever.
On Tuesday, I woke up very excited. I had made plans with Murr to go downtown. I left volunteering at 12:30 after eating lunch there first. I took the160 that took me straight downtown. I arrived at Burrard Station at 2:25. The event Murr and I had planned on attending was suppose to begin at 5:30, however; as we suspected, there was a huge line for it already. The reason: the event was a Alex Burrows Meet and Greet.
Four hours of waiting in line, and one meeting with three recent graduates from my school due to the fact that they were eavesdropping on our conversation from their position behind us in the immobile line later, this happened:
We had a lovely thirty second conversation.
Burrows: Hi, how are you? – He holds out his hand for me to shake, which I took. Obviously.
Me: Good, you?
Burrows: I’m doing pretty good.
Me: That’s good. – I hand him my jersey to sign.
As he’s signing it, Me: Can you make it out to Heidi?
Burrows: Sure.
Me: H-E-I-D-I. – I repeated this twice as he signs.
We posed for a photo (pictured) and I left. It may have been the greatest thirty second conversation of my life. No big deal.
The next day, I went back to volunteering and I bragged to everyone while wondering every two seconds whether or not HP had uploaded the photo of me and Alex Burrows to the internet yet.
That afternoon, July 13, I had a group interview scheduled for 4 pm for the fair at the PNE (more on this later).
The rest of the week was pretty standard. What stood out was my argument (well, his argument, he was the one arguing while I listened, amused, and occasionally fanning the fire) with a kid from the older camp that happened upstairs for the 7-11 year olds.
He brought a book along the lines of “Greatest hockey players of all time”. He flipped to the page on Crosby. Knowing it was spark a response, I casually mentioned that I preferred Ovechkin to Crosby. His response was better than I could have predicted. I had to sit there for the next fifteen minutes while he completely chewed me out in a hilarious and adorable ten-year-old who really knows his hockey way.
For the record, I do prefer Ovechkin over Crosby, but only for his personality. Crosby’s a great player, but Ovechkin’s flashy. Yes, that’s all it takes to win me over. Sue me for being shallow. I just like Russians. Sid’s just too much of a “good Canadian kid” that I’m really not interested in him. He’s still the Olympic national hero, blah, blah, blah. I won’t take that from him, but Ovi’s a rockstar.
The kid screams “CROSBY HATER!” at me every time I saw him after that.
I never said I hated Crosby, I just don’t like him. I’m neutral about him.
I was free the whole day on Thursday and Friday, so I ended up volunteering all day. On the Friday, I went back to the camp for the 5-7 year olds because they needed more volunteers to take all of the kids swimming. So I did that.
*All names were altered just in case the people didn’t want themselves to be known. Dunno, can’t be bothered to ask.
heiding away. 