To pick up where I left off, yes, I have changed majors. All of you probably know that I enjoy decorating cakes, so a culinary arts degree seemed like just the thing. I've been attempting to thwart fate for quite some time, first choosing one major and then another, but nothing stuck very long because what I actually LIKE to do is decorate cakes. It will be weird to not go to U-Rock anymore. I've really gotten used to that place. I'm friends with quite a few of the professors, and even the dean. Going to a school where I'm just another face will take some getting used to. *Sigh* But I've heard good things about the program, and I'm looking forward to it.

Finally, the last new thing during the past two weeks is that I'm volunteering mornings at the Y's summer camp. Way back when I was going to be a teacher I was going to need documented hours with children. I don't need them anymore, but I'm still doing it for fun. I pretty much just draw pictures for the kids to color in, and make friendship bracelets and bead animals for them. They've gradually figured out that I'm not much good at dodgeball and such. So, all the boys hang out in one half of the gym and play sports, and all the girls hang out in the other half and do crafts. I have a following of about six girls between the ages of seven and eight who have formed a sort of Bethany fan club. It's very nice to have cute little kids wanting to sit on your lap and being sad when you leave.
There is this one little boy who all the other kids think is crazy and don't want to talk to. I can't blame them too much, because when he isn't sitting all by himself in the corner he is trying to bite them in the bouncy house. Anyway, for some reason he's decided that I'm his favorite counselor, and we wander all over the Y, exploring the "enemy's headquarters'. You have to read Calvin and Hobbes to really understand this kid. He "shoots" at whoever walks by, uses all kinds of military-sounding phrases, and is generally in his own little world. I gained admittance somehow, and we explore enemy headquarters together. The only difference between us is that I try to stop him from shooting all the innocent Y members on their way to their workout classes. His mission is to find the fourth floor, because the elevator stops at the second floor. So we go up random staircases till we find closed doors, and try the elevator again and again, just in case it decides to work this time. No such luck.

Kids say the funniest things. A few examples:

Kid #1: "I've killed, like, a million spiders."

Kid #2: (horrified gasp) "What?! Why!?! Spiders have dreams too!!!"

I honestly had no idea that spiders had dreams. They must be very gross, buggy dreams.

Another example of funny kids is the time I took my Calvin kid and another little girl on a Y-wander. We came upon a walking track balcony overlooking the gym, but a chain was stretched over the door with a "closed" sign on it. Well, we sat there for a while, because the kids wanted to sit and look in, and poke their heads in as far as I'd let them. Soon a woman came up and took the chain off the door. The kids got excited, and asked her if they could go in now. She said no, you had to be 16 to enter the walking track. They were bummed. Dejectedly, we exited the scene. On the way down the hall, we met a grandmotherly lady on her way to the walking track. The Calvin kid was kind enough to inform her that she needed to be 16 to enter. She didn't seem to think it would be a problem for her.

Well, that's all for now. Toodle-pip!!