Tuesday, November 10, 2009

There was a star danced, and under that was I born


Today is my birthday. I am 27. (On paper). Lots has happened, and thought I should document those things, as well as go on to document those things I am hoping for on my next journey around the sun. Here it goes:

What happened to me at 26:
- Graduated the EA program with honours
- Won a college medal at grad
- Won an academic award at grad
- Got hired by the HWDSB
- Had the BEST summer at camp
- Was introduced to and fell in love with Parkview Secondary, and all the students and staff which comprise it
- Strengthened my relationship with my sister
- Strengthened my relationships with my friends
- Met tons of amazing new people
- Ran the Around the Bay Road Race
- Ran the Road 2 Hope Marathon
- Got to see both Sarah Brightman AND DMB <3
- Got to visit a lot of different schools and meet A LOT of amazing students
- Got to see snow (in a blizzard like fashion) in Muskoka on Thanksgiving
- Overcame many running injuries (and continue to this very moment :S)


What I hope for in year 27:

- To be happy in everything I do
- To continue to do my best at work and in life in general
- To run Around the Bay in 3hrs (last year was 3:30)

I know that's not much to hope for in the next year, but really... how do I know what's coming my way? If I just keep to these two philosophies, I can't really go wrong, right? I hope not.

Monday, November 2, 2009

42.2k. = I am capable of greater than I realized




Most people run a race to see who is fastest. I run a race to see who has the most guts.
- Steve Prefontaine

Yesterday, November 1st, 2009, was a humongous day in Christine Pastrak history. I managed to do what most people cannot even think of doing. Actually, even I once thought such a thing was insane. Yesterday I proved myself wrong, and it is the best feeling in the world.

The Road 2 Hope Marathon was the longest race/run I have ever completed. AND IT WAS AMAZING! The course started in the parking lot of Saltfleet High School on the Stoney Creek mountain and went this way: Highland, to (right on) Second Rd, to (right on)Golf Club, to (left on ) Trinity Church Rd, to (right on) Dickenson, to (right on) Miles, to (right on) Twenty, to (left) on Glover, to (right on) Rhymal, to (right on) Paramount, to (left onto) the Red Hill Expressway, exit at Barton St, to (left on)Barton, to (right on) Woodward, to (right on) Beach Blvd, to following Beach Blvd to the SkyWay Bridge, to following the last 7k to the finish line. PHEW!

The course was beautiful. The upper portion of the course went through mostly country property, and through some residential areas that I'd still consider country enough (if there's no sidewalks and there's a barn in the area, it's country to me). Running on the Red Hill Express way was EXTREMELY cool! That was the only portion of the race I had not actually run on first hand just because to do so would likely have ended in death. I had previously run on the actual ground of the remainder of the course throughout my training. The Red Hill road was so big and enveloping; truly amazing! I felt so mighty, yet insignificant in comparison to the size of the road. After the Red Hill portion, the rest was previously conquered territory from Around the Bay. The Woodward to Beach Blvd. roads are a part of the first half of Around the Bay, which I had ran last March. I'm excited to meet those roads again this coming March.

The weather was definitely on the side of all the runners yesterday. It was cool to start, but I hadn't even made it to Hwy. 20 (the first intersection of the race) before I was taking my make-shift arm warmers (these were men's trouser socks cut off at the feet. The Den's warmers weren't my style, being bright orange and blue, and Andrew had this brilliant idea!) off and tucking them into my fuel belt. I ran the whole race in just my short sleeve shirt and running vest with my spring running pants (with gloves off and on... it could get breezy and cooler at some points). The sun came out periodically, just enough to warm things up in the right spots. The entire last stretch along the Confed trail was bright and sunny, a perfect welcoming over the finish line where my chocolate milk was waiting for me.

It was NOT by any means easy! Not at all. The top portion was all flat with a few minor dips and rises along Twenty Rd, but nothing significant enough to call an actual "hill". Then came the most welcomed decent following the Red Hill, where I gained a bit of momentum, but was scared to go full out. I had been talking with various more experienced marathoners at the Runner's Den and they all agreed that, last year, because they went full out down the expressway, they had so much difficulty picking it back up again to complete the second half. I was determined to not let this happen to me. I definitely took advantage of gravity's natural course, but also held back a bit too to ensure that I'd be able to maintain a strong and steady pace to get me over the finish line.

I ran non-stop for 32 kilometers, minus no more than 5 steps at 3 water stations along the way (I've quite mastered drinking on the go!). THIS was monumental for me! But (and I'm not sure if I've mentioned this in previous blogs but,) I had been experiencing some pretty significant pain in the quad muscle in my right leg, which later put some stress on my knee. In the days that preceded the race, the pain seemed to dissipate, which thrilled me. But it was still there. Dull, but there. So I took some ibuprofen before the race, hoping it would last me to the end. It did pretty good, but I think all the pavement pounding just got to it and I began to feel more significant pain when I chose to walk a bit at the marker for 32k. After that I couldn't get back into a decent pace with the pain in my leg. I had 10k to go and had I chosen to take more ibuprofen it wouldn't have worked in time, and therefore it would have just been a waste. I just ran through the pain for 10k to the end. It was brutal.

What helped? My beautiful, amazing, friends. I knew some of them wanted to come and see me at the finish line, but they truly went above and beyond, confirming for me that I am a very lucky person! As I made my way down the Red Hill, at the marker for 26k, there were Kylie and Ben on the side of the road. I wanted to cry I was so happy to see them. Then they met up with Katherine, Joe and their puppy Brock at the marker for 35k. And then they all cheered me in at the finish line. IT WAS AMAZING, and I don't think I deserved all or any of that. But it meant and extreme amount of indescribable love for all of them to take the time to come out and basically watch me run past them, then to drive to a new location (TWICE) to see me do it again. I am so lucky. So, so, so lucky to know these people. I love them all. I do very much.

Anyway, back to the hard stuff. If you've been reading my blogs for a while now, you may remember me talking about Around the Bay and the enormous show of support from all the people on the sides of the road. For The Bay, people line the streets banging on pots, shaking tambourines, banging cow bells, clapping, cheering, holding out treats, playing loud music and holding signs. This was not as much the case for Road 2 Hope. The race is still relatively new (I believe this was only the 3rd of 4th time), so maybe the people in these new race areas haven't quite caught the spirit the people lining the streets of The Bay course have. I would have appreciated some cow bell up there. Or just a "nice legs" sign like I saw on Northshore for the Bay last year. I like seeing the people and feeling their encouragement. It definitely makes a HUGE difference when you feel you just want to give up and walk.

I have to pay HUGE respect to all the organizers (Gord and Esther Pauls) and all the volunteers who helped make this event a success. The race marshals were outstanding, and the students who volunteered their time to hand out water and Gatorade did an amazing job! It's pretty hard to get up in the cold to serve cold water to a bunch of in a hurry runners who, lets be honest, aren't the friendliest in the middle of a 26 miler. They had great spirit though, and put up with a lot, I'm sure (if only in the cup clean up! Yikes!).

I felt decent after that run, better than what I saw in most people. I could walk relatively fluently, while others hobbled. Today though... I'm walking like a 90year old. But I'll say that it's still just my right quad that's giving me problems. Otherwise I feel tip top! Hopefully things come back to normal relatively soon.

The advisable plan is to take approximately 3 weeks off of running completely in order to recover. Yeah, I'm not sure how that is going to go. Running is a passion of mine, and to not be able to do it for THAT long is going to be sheer torture! Maybe it will be a good thing, though, in order for my leg to heal. I'll have to cross-train to stay in shape and keep busy (note to self: get advice on cross-training during recovery. Staying busy won't be a problem at all, haha).

I'm very proud of myself today.

"We run, not because we think it is doing us good, but because we enjoy it and cannot help ourselves. The more restricted our society and work become, the more necessary it will be to find some outlet for this craving for freedom. No one can say, 'You must not run faster than this, or jump higher than that.' The human spirit is indomitable."

- Sir Roger Bannister, first man to break the four minute mile

Saturday, October 24, 2009

8 Days and Counting


I just completed my last long run before the marathon. Today's run followed the actual route along Beach Blvd and then the beach trail to slightly past Wild Water Works and back... the last 13.5k or so.

It was a perfect morning for running. Not all of my training was like that though. It started in early August, just when things were beginning to heat up after a cooler and wetter than average July. Running in the heat those days was nothing less than terrible! Heat and I do not get along to begin with, and to add 10 degrees to it through running was just dreadful for me. Towards the end of August and into September, things began to cool down somewhat, and training became a bit more tolerable.... temperature-wise (minus that one RIDICULOUSLY humid day in late September. I actually nearly killed a person). Then October came, and with it cooler temperatures. Cooler to cold is best for me in running. I can stick things out longer ,I don't overheat, and I just like the way it feels. It might be too far away to preview a forecast for marathon day, but I hope it stays true to the date: November 1st (which SHOULD mean crispness with sun *crosses fingers*).

The entire training process was grueling. As usual, speed work throughout the week, long runs on Saturday, with maybe two days off in the week. That was the same schedule I followed for Around the Bay last winter, but the thing this time around was that I was running with runners who've been running for MUCH longer than I have! And they're fast (to be sure, I've dubbed them "The Cheetahs" in my mind). At the start, I tried keeping up with them... I really tried. But I'd only end up burning out and feeling shitty about myself for not being able to keep up. Thankfully Andrew is one of the greatest trainers I've ever met, and he was kind enough to sit me down and help me realize that The Cheetahs have been running for years, decades even. I haven't even been at this for 2 years yet (It will be 2 in January). In that short time I've run several 5k's, an 8k, 30 for Around the Bay (which, if I may add, is the "hardest race I've ever run" according to many of the runner's I've met at the Den and while waiting for the shot pistol at starting lines of various races), and now this marathon. Running for yourself is what it all comes down to, and after I was able to internalize this, things went much more smoothly. Everyone has their own pace. Mine isn't' as fast as some others, but still some others are not as fast as me. It's ok. I do not run to win. I run because I just like the sport. I challenge myself in various was (particularly through speed work!), and when it's over I love the feeling of self-satisfaction I experience. That's why I run. So I can be proud of myself in the end. I run to finish. Eventually I may be as fast as The Cheetahs, and if that ever happens I will have to do my own little happy dance.

Shall we talk injuries? Ok. Throughout the course of this training, I've nursed some awful shin splints, some weeeeeiiirrrd thing in the front of my right thigh, and my poor toes are nearly all bruised (not the whole toe, just the toe nail part... which I assure you is normal for distance runners. But not very pretty). When I got the shin splints, I was convinced I was going to have to drop out of the race completely. THEY.WERE.TERRIBLE. Walking hurt. Again, thanks to Andrew's great knowledge and advice, I got through it, and lived to tell the tale. But then this thigh thing happened, and it's been lingering for about 3 weeks now. It's a strange pain... I've never had something pinch there before. Walking's ok, but to run and put three times my body weight in pressure on it can prevent me from running. Hooray for ibuprofen! It has numbed the pain and helped me to carry on week to week, run to run. Now the pain seems to be dissipating, which is a HUGE relief for me! As for the toes... this happened during Around the Bay training as well, and it took a bit for it to go away, but it eventually did. And this, I believe, is the reason God invented nail polish ;). And other than these few "ailments", I'm in fine form!

I try not to pay too much attention to my watch. I'm not going to the Olympics, and right now I'm not even attempting to qualify for Boston (maybe one day I'd like to try though). So what's the point in keeping time? That being said, judging from my training and the general times it takes me to run particular distances, I'd be happy to finish this marathon in 4hrs 15minutes. If I meet this goal, awesome. If I beat this goal, even better. If I exceed this time, I'm ok with that too. I do not see there being any productivity, speaking only for myself, in holding a time to finish in, because if I do not meet that goal I will only beat myself up and not acknowledge any of the effort and work I put into all the training and actual running of this marathon. Which, I can tell you, was A LOT of work and effort!

I've made a ton of sacrifices to do this. In the summer, I'd have to rush home and then to the Runner's Den to train. It was exhausting! (i.e. after working with some pretty challenging children, having to get up pretty early to be a camp, hurrying to the Den, etc). I haven't had alcohol in so long! (haha, that makes me sound like an alcoholic! But I am pretty happy my birthday is on November 10th and the race will be over... It means I can celebrate my birthday the proper way, woooo, haha). I haven't slept in on a Saturday in a very looooooooooong time, and having to get up at 6:30, in the dark to run super far doesn't make me feel any better about that. I have had to decline several invitations out with friends because I've had to train. I have had only a single night to myself for a very long while since training has been going on. I hope this next point doesn't make me seem like a fraud in any way, but at risk of that I'm going to say it anyway: I'm a bit looking forward to the race being over, if only so I can regain a "normal" life again. I'm pretty excited to sleep in on Saturday's, and to have some fun out. And I want to have fun for my birthday. That's not asking too much, I think I deserve it at this point ;).

Now might be a good time to thank EVERYONE who has stood by me supporting me through my training. THANK YOU SO MUCH! Your encouragment, congratulations, and faith have definitely kept me going, and I'm not sure I can ever thank you enough or repay you for everything you've given me emotionally. You all rock!

Anyway, that's all I can think of for now. It's very exciting that Road 2 Hope is only 8 days away. I am going to give it everything I have. That is the best way I know how to come out on top.

Here goes nothing....

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Short and Sweet

1. Tomorrow is my first day supplying like a big girl in a school. It's just a half day in the morning, and I'm ok with it. I think this will serve as a nice little "introduction/initiation" to what the "supply life" will be like. Although, I'm aiming to have a permanent position at some school somewhere as soon as it can happen (preferably Parkview *knocks on wood*). In the afternoon, I am rewarding myself with a free psychology lecture at McMaster. Someone told me not to go all out like that, but that's just being a sarcastic jack ass, and when I learn all my psychology information I plan to diagnose them and tell them to shove it :D.

2. I'm running 35k veeeeeerrrryyyy early on Saturday morning, and I'm not exactly sure how this is going to play out.... I'm bartending the Bulldogs home opener tomorrow night, and will be busy all day. Fueling properly is going to be a challenge. So I've already made my pasta-kidney bean concoction, and I'm hoping it doesn't taste tooo crappy by the time I eat it at work tomorrow night. Also, we're starting at 7, meaning I'll have to get up around 6ish. After working late the night before. If nothing else, Saturday morning is going to be a character challenging kind of day. I'm up for it!

3. I'M SO PUMPED FOR ROAD 2 HOPE! I ran the first half of the course last week and think it is really nice; flat, easy, and there's lots to look at (and therefore distract from the pain I presume will set in around kilometer 30ish. I'm not running to win, or to even come in 1,000th or 2,000th. I'm doing this because I just really love to run. I want to do this for myself, to show myself what I am capable of. Long runs like this really bring about a sense of self-satisfaction, and no matter what my finishing place is or what my time is, I know I'm going to be very proud of myself as I lye on the massage table drinking an entire carton of chocolate milk. Anyway, I'm really excited.

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone :)

XO
Christine

Monday, October 5, 2009

Giving Thanks and Hopes of Haiti


For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson



Thanksgiving is this coming weekend, and I thought that I should take inventory of all the things I am grateful for and lucky to have in my life.

1. My sister (without you I honestly and truly do not know where I'd be. I love you).
2. My parents (because you let me live at home rent free, and sometimes you still do my laundry).
3. For Granny (who will be 90 this December and is "still good in the head" [her words, not mine])
4. My friends (for supporting me in absolutely everything I do, unconditionally, and for always encouraging me to do my best and to pursue these crazy, ambitious ideas I always get).
5. Running (for keeping me sane, grounded, challenged,and healthy)
6. The physical ability to run (minus what I think is a minor pulled groin at the moment :S)
7. Each and every one of the children I have met and worked with over the last year at placements and at camp (They have taught me and given me so much that I will never be able to repay, but will take with me wherever I go in my career)
8. My co-workers at camp, who, luckily for me, have turned to be some of the greatest girls I will ever know. I appreciate everything you give me.
9. Baby kitty Herman and much bigger kitty Leo (even though you get fur on everything I own and make me sniff and sneeze and scratch my eyes, I love you and think you are both the cutest kitties in the world. I would still like a dog though)
10. For the HWDSB thinking I'm good enough to be hired.
11. For getting to see both Sarah Brightman AND Dave Matthews Band within the same year.
12. For being done school (at least for a little while), and for winning the college medal at grad.
13. For potentially being able to take a trip this year. To anywhere.
14. For Muskoka and my cottage
15. For Lorena <3
16. For the green Escort that died in May (you lived a good life and brought us on many adventures)
17. For new Chevy Optra (because you have a working heater/air conditioner and a cd player)
18. For every mistake I made this year (and subsequently, every lesson I learned from it)
19. For every piece of success I had this year.
20. For Reach for the Rainbow
21. For music
22. For all the new people I met this year
23. For remembering and using sign language so well the week I had Wilson
24. For coffee (in particular, hazelnut coffee, and cafe mocha's, if only for the whip cream)
25. For coffee dates at Starbucks with Smurfette <3
26. For Parkview <3
27. For living in Canada
28. For Flight of the Concords
29. For learning how to make some really yummy food (among this: cream of asparagus soup and sauerkraut)
30. For surprise phone calls from people I don't get to see or talk to that much

I don't think I included everything, but it's a pretty good list anyway.

On a different note: I might be going to Haiti in the spring. So Esther Pauls, who with her husband is co-owner of both of the Runner's Den stores in Hamilton, invented the Road 2 Hope marathon (and half-marathon, and 10k and 5k races). The Hamilton races serve as a fundraiser for two organizations: City Kidz (in Hamilton), and The Joy and Hope of Haiti (here, the money goes to assist the Haitians in repairing their infrastructure and building schools for the young people to learn at and make lives for themselves). Well last year was the first year they brought the race to actual Haiti. It was just a 10k, but for the people there it was like the Olympics! Esther brought with her 20 Canadians (all from the Hamilton area) to help organize and run the race, and they later toured Haiti to volunteer. They are doing it again, and I might be lucky to be among the Canadian's going (hopefully). For me, this would be an experience of a life time, and I REALLY hope things work out for me. I don't care if I need big needles, I want to go and to help the people there. I would be so happy if I get to do this. (Learn more about it by watching this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIk6gX2IONk&feature )

Hope you all have a beautiful Thanksgiving

XO
Christine

Monday, September 28, 2009

Tick Tock Goes the Clock.



How do you define success?
Now, what about happiness?

I've been considering these two terms for a while now. They're actually more complicated that you may initially think. For a lot of people, "success" encompasses academic achievement and gainful employment. It could come to identify a set of conditions, such as owning a house, getting married, or raising a family. Encarta online dictionary provides several definitions, among them: (a)attainment of fame, wealth, or power: impressive achievement, especially the attainment of fame, wealth, or power; (b) somebody successful: somebody who is wealthy, famous, or powerful because of a record of ; (c) something that turns out well: something that turns out as planned or intended. These sound so materially oriented to me, excluding definition "c", which identifies success as a situation of positive outcomes that are non-monetary, not power oriented, but rather the result of hard work.

Success, to me, encompasses many things. I align myself with definition "c" from above. Although having a job and money point to a successful individual in terms of success financially, I do not believe for a second this is the only definition of success there is. Success means accomplishing something I thought was not possible (e.g. running longer and longer distances throughout my marathon training). My definition of success means living my life in a way that makes me proud to be the person I am. But no matter what one's definition of success entails (and this will undoubtedly be different person by person), each individual should have one key thing that is included in their definition. That is happiness. I firmly believe that you are not fully successful in your life unless it involves happiness.

What is happiness? This question will also accrue a vast variety of definitions according to the individual being asked. It's an emotion, but what kinds of things evoke that emotion? I suppose it would depend on a number of things: maybe one's priorities. Maybe their social position. Maybe their history. Maybe prospects on their horizon. Maybe it's just some little things they do.

Lots of things make me happy. First and foremost, my work. I know many of my readers may be rolling their eyes thinking: "Good Lord, just stop talking about your work Christine". Sorry to annoy. I just cannot stop doing that, however. It's poorly paid for the knowledge and skills required, but the emotional satisfaction and gain is priceless. Running makes me happy (however one-dimensional I am in my uses). I am absolutely infatuated with the feeling of accomplishment I get after every run I do, short or long, fast or slow. Music makes me happy. Finding new music, but most of all listening to music I already know and experiencing the flooding of memories and associations that rush into my brain when I hear those songs. I've been known to get really happy when I attempt to make something for the first time (like something baked for desert, or any new dish for supper) and I don't burn it or ruin it in some way. My friends make me happy, because they support me unconditionally and I know they will always be there. My family makes me happy in the very same way. Sunshine makes me happy, but so does a rain day, or snow day. I won't continue to blabber on, because I may never finish.

Happiness can often be impeded.

It's interesting that I had the very same conversation with two people today on a topic I myself mull over very often. Discussions on social clocks. "Social Clock" is a sociological concept defined as a culturally defined "time line" of events that occur at times when society expects them to occur. So, for instance, society expects that we will attend college or university at the age of 18/19 and graduate by 21/22. Immediately after, we are expected to find permanent employment. Not long after that, say around 25 or 26, we're told it is time to get married. You'll want some time to establish the marriage, no doubt, but if you are not in the process of starting a family within the next 2-4 years, something's got to be wrong. This time line of expectations continues on until you hit that magical age of "Freedom 55", and you can finally retire and live life the way you want until your Godly time to die beckons. To deviate from these norms is to label oneself "inadequate", "lost", "unsuccessful".

Social Clocks are dumb. I think they increase anxiety and make us feel completely inadequate about ourselves. It's ridiculously status quo. How did they come to be? Who says they're the only way to live? Why do we define or success and happiness (or lack thereof) by comparing ourselves to them?

Myself and each of my conversation-mates each find ourselves in a situation where living according to social clocks has not quite matched up. Each of us has been in school longer that is "expected". Only one of us has a meaningful romantic relationship, but marriage is not on the horizon for this 24-year old. Each of us has more school in our futures, thereby delaying meeting more of our "expectations" further.

Each of us has expressed some disdain within ourselves for our "failure". It's almost inescapable, I mean, how can one not feel inadequate about themselves for not hitting all the same marks at the same time their peers are? Sometimes our peers get much further ahead in life, leaving us behind. Not on purpose, by any means. It's really nobody's fault, yet it still makes us feel like... well, crap.

This feeling sorry for oneself is lame though. And unproductive. Feeling sorry for oneself is, in my opinion, a conscious choice in favour of misery. People are always going to have something more that what we have, be it a job, money, possessions, a relationship, opportunities, or whatever. It's not their fault, nor is it our own fault we are where we are in life. I really and honestly and truly believe that everything happens for a reason. I am not attempting, by any means, to get all religious on anyone here, but I do believe there is something bigger than us that has a plan for our lives. I believe we are given a set of circumstances which serve to challenge us in some way, or to just teach us something. Sometimes the lessons are wonderful and we don't see them as lessons in at all. Other times we are left comparing ourselves to our peers wondering what is wrong with us for not being the the same position in life that they are. While social comparison with like peers (i.e. like = age, social class, gender, and race) is normal, it isn't necessarily productive.

Which brings me back to my questions about defining success and happiness. We need to reinvent these very abstract concepts. We need to discontinue defining success in terms of financial assets (income, possessions, etc). We need to stop looking to the lives of others who have been fortunate in life and recognizing ourselves as inadequate in comparison if we do not parallel them. We need to find happiness in littler things, because this is where, in my opinion, true happiness exists. Perhaps most of all, we really need to take a step back and re-examine our own lives so we can take stock of all the amazing things we actually have.

If we continue to allow our happiness to depend on our comparison of ourselves to our social others, we will never be successful.

What is wrong with doing things for oneself? Just because you are interested in something. Just because that is what you want to do and when you want to do it. What is wrong with starting school later than 18 and finishing later too? What's wrong with getting married in your 30s, 40s, or never? What's it to anyone if someone chooses to not have children?

I could be incredibly misinformed on everything I've said here. But I really think that it is more important to live life the way you want in order to be truly happy.

Who cares what other people think?

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Elvis Wore Mascara.


In boredom the other evening, I set out on the aimless plan to complete a silly survey I came across on a friend's profile. Everything was going well as I answered the typical, predictable questions often included in these types of time-wasters.... "pepsi or coke?"; "early bird or night hawk", "what do you notice first in the opposite sex", and so on. THEN I came to a question I had never seen before. Number 8 on this survey was a surprise to me, and it was the kind of question I thought required more analysis or consideration than the usual half or one second it took to answer the others. Number 8 read:

"8. What do you think about guys who wear eyeliner?"

I think on a superficial level most people would simply remark on either one of two possible ways to answer this question. First, they may say a guy who wears eyeliner is simply "EMO". Or second, they may say a guy who wears eyeliner is "gay". Then they'd move on to number 9: "One night stand or relationship?"

But me being me (I'm considering changing my middle name from "Elizabeth" to "Analytical"), I couldn't get over number 8 so easily. My sociology background is worth nothing if I don't share my thoughts on this case of "questionable" gendered behaviour. And so, I have successfully composed this rant. I don't really care if anyone reads it. If you have an open mind about gendered behaviour, you may find it interesting, and agree or disagree with some of my points (and i welcome your submission of any ideas you have yourself :). But at least you've got a mind open enough to hear the arguments. If, on the other hand, you have a very rigid view of male and female behaviour and gendered expectations, you will most likely not read this. You might disagree with what I have to say. And that's sad shit for you for being closed to diversity in a very diverse world. To which I wish you good luck that you are so acceptable to the diverse society that you refuse to accept, yet want to accept you ;).

Ok, so, guys and eyeliner. What do I really think about this? .....

The advertising industry is a remarkably powerful institution in society, which sells every single person made subject to it's powers a WIDE ARRAY of insecurities. Insecurities for sale range from covering "unsightly blemishes", to weight control, to having plump enough lips, to wearing a certain style/ brand of shoes/pants/skirts/shirts, to telling families that only quality time can be spent at a particular restaurant/hotel/theme park/ vacation getaway, to saying your loved ones are only safe in a particular vehicle, to displaying mothers who are able to both run a law firm and still raise their six children ("supermoms"; why can't you do this?!), to fathers who are big and strong and make tons of money at their high power executive jobs (thereby making factory workers, custodians, male teachers, male nurses, etc, somehow inadequate), to telling people their house will never be truly clean unless they use a particular cleaning product......... I could go on forever, and with the fake super-happy smile each of the people in these ads display if I have to :D.

Some (but not all people) may argue that girls are perhaps the hardest hit in many of advertising's aims. After all, basic and traditional gender expectations TELL us it is girls who are the ones to spend the most on such commodities as fashions and makeup, it is mothers who are presumed to consider at more length the quality and effectiveness of particular cleaning products, and who drive their children to school more often, team sports games, or wherever (thus they'd really need that super safe car to transport everyone with). But what I think is most detrimental is advertising's aims at young girls appearance. They (who ARE they?) tell girls and women they are inadequate on the basis of their weight, clothing choices, makeup selections, and the like. Girls are told to add colour here, lift something else over there, or to enhance that little part right here. AND WE DO! I am not afraid to admit that I am not immune to the silliness sold to me through advertising. I have bought the creams, the shampoos, the weight loss gimmicks. I have believed that I am the inadequate girl they tell me I am in pointing out that I do not look like the toned, seductive girl in the La Senza ad. I have believed I am the inadequate girl they tell me I am when they remind me I do not have the silky smooth skin like the girl in the Nivea commercial. I have believed I am the inadequate girl they tell me I am when they simply show a girl in an add who displays a particular slimness. Some people may think nothing of these sights, and believe they have little affect on how they perceive themselves and what they buy, but I assure you, it DOES have an affect. And it is my belief that to disagree with this statement means you are in denial (think about it: you are affected simply by saying you are not affected and doing things to defy that which advertising sells!). And that sucks for you :).

Recently, though, it has not only been girls who have been mass targeted and sold products that will take away all their "flaws". Boys and men, too, have been inundated with the wholesale marketing of anxieties about themselves. More and more, boys and men are being told that they have to have this diameter of biceps, they have to have this size chest range, they have to be able to play every sport on television (for only the televised ones, like football, baseball, basketball, hockey and soccer are those which allow a man to display his machismo to his fullest capabilities!). And if you are not going to measure up to these UNREALISTIC! male physical expectations, you had better be so bad-ass that you compensate in other ways! No pressure though. We'll only ostracize ya.

Ok, I think I went on a bit of a tangent there. I've been known to do that when something bugs me like that. BUT, back to guys and eyeliner.....

As I said, girls and women are sold anxieties about their appearance by being told to enhance, or cover up, or eliminate all together certain aspects of their bodies.
And, as I said, more and more, boys and men are becoming greater subjects to the commodification of their bodies and appearance.

We are told day after day about how a guy or a girl should look (well, according to how the infamous "THEY" think guys and girls should look ;). Actually, we are told from the minute we are born how to behave as a boy or a girl. We either come home in a pink or blue blanket, with a gender specific name (somehow, those gender ambiguous names confuse us so! humph, it just isn't fair! and those poor children! what will happen to them??). Girls are told to be pretty and petite, play with our tea seats and Barbies and to shut up. Boys have so much fun in rough and tumble play, get all dirty outside, and told not to cry or show any emotion (no, no son... that would mean you're *gasp!* feminine!). BULL.SHIT.

And so, if you are told from day one that a girl behaves this way and a boy behaves that way, to be witness to ANY deviation of this accepted norm" (WHICH BY THE WAY DOES NOT TRULY EXIST ;) freaks us out!

I have considered this next idea of mine for a long time. A lot of the time, although I am aware I am only told I am "inadequate" by people who want me to buy their product, I admit that wearing make up over my "unsightly blemishes" does contribute to at least a little higher self-esteem. My "flaws" really can become that much less noticeable. And for girls, this is a-ok! But guys. Don't they get "unsightly blemishes". Are guys somehow inhuman? (actually, I kinda wish this was true..... it would explain my inability to comprehend anything they do). Why wouldn't they want to cover up that which defines girls as "ugly", too? Eyeliner can enhance a girls eyes. I can say that I do notice a difference in the blueness of my own eyes with and without eyeliner. Why would a guy not want to enhance his own blue/green/brown? WHY IS THIS SO STUPID? If a guy wants to wear makeup, in the case of this note, number 8: what do you think of guys who wear eyeliner?, I say: whatever! good for them! If that is what a person feels will make them feel better about themselves, go for it! (but again, make them feel better about themselves only because they are made to feel somehow inadequate). It doesn't necessarily mean he's gay, it doesn't necessarily mean he is emo. Maybe this guy is one or both of those two possibilities. BUT, maybe, juuuuuuuuuuuuust maybe, he likes the way it makes his eyes or face look?

WE ARE ONLY SCARED BECAUSE FROM DAY ONE WE ARE BRAINWASHED INTO BELIEVING VERY RIGID GENDERED EXPECTATIONS! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!

Women can cross gender lines MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH easier than men can. Today, a woman can put on coveralls and become a mechanic. More and more women are entering the engineering and business fields. Fuck, they can even run for the American presidency! (although, in doing so she is named a "battle axe", "bitch", or other ridiculous names. whether you agree with Hillary Clinton's agenda or not, you must admit she has done remarkable things for women in leadership!). And we typically applaud the women who are able to cross into more masculine territory. HOWEVER, when men cross over into the "Land of Women", when men demonstrate an interest in feminine things, they are immediately branded "Gay". THAT IS RIDICULOUS! SO THE FUCK WHAT if they like fashion, makeup, hair, art, working with children, whatever. And then these men, gay or not (sexuality doesn't matter!), are completely mistreated in society. They are the butt of jokes and devalued by many.

What makes me mad is that people do not value what others have to offer on their inside! A guy wears eyeliner. People accept what they have come to associate with the eyeliner'd guy image. But they do not know that Mr. Eyeliner (he prefers Maybeline by the way) wants to help change the world in very positive ways. And they might not because they take one look, judge, and then move along.

Awesome. There's a whole world of people out there who are looked at, judged, and walked passed because they look a certain way, or display particular behaviours (there's a line in a DMB song "Typical Situation" that goes: "Why are you different? Why are you that way? If you don't get in line we'll lock you away.... it all comes down to nothing". And that's why Mr. Matthews is awesome)
And it makes me really mad.

P.S.: David Beckham also wears mascara.

Anyway, that's what I thought about on Tuesday.

So what's your opinion of guys who wear eyeliner?

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Where Have all the Bloggers Gone?

Lame-O things are happening in the world:
- Global Warming
- War
- Increasing tuition costs
- Gas prices
- The discontinuation of English Toffee at Tim Horton's (ok that was a while ago. I am still feeling the loss though)

But suddenly a new ill has hit us. Or maybe just me. No one writes in their blogs anymore. What a sad thing. No one has opinions anymore? Even sadder.

Oh well. I seem to have a dedicated following of non-blogspot subscribers, so I will continue to blabber on just for them <3. I quite enjoy this exercise, even if my grammar and structure are clearly lacking a lot (well, probably most) of the time.

Anyway, I bartended for WWE this evening. Here is my question to you: WHY? Just, WHYYYYY?? Really! I don't get this over the top display of machismo! I peaked my head in for a few minutes here and there, and... and.... like, not even the tiniest smidget of convincing! It is one humongous male soap opera (sorry to tell you this boys), with worse story lines and acting than crappy porn. But 5,000 people seemed to have really enjoyed themselves tonight, so who am I to judge. Still, one of them even invited me out afterwards, because I "just smell so gooood!". Hmmmmm, enticing! Especially the part where you belched in my face <3. I do not get paid enough there!

But I did get to see some old friends again :). Paolo, I forgive you for liking WWE, if only because you're a Marauder now. (But I hope you snap out of it soon! And how dare you purchase beer from another bar! What's the use in a friend who bartends if you're not going to use the hook up? Sheesh!).

Dear Ms. Kay: I am sorry you had to endure 5 hours of it. While I got to deal with the finest of the fine customers present at Second Christmas, I did not have to unwillingly endure the show itself (although, David Bowie's wife was quite the show in and of herself). I hope you are still able to form new synapses and continue your life the way you planned. Signed, your admirer.

On a completely different note: GO OUT AND GET THE NEW MUSE ALBUM! NOW! GO! What a MASTERPIECE! Matthew Bellamy is a god, and the band's work on The Resistance is incomparable to anything new I have heard in a VERY LONG TIME! The man wrote a symphony, ok?! Such tributes to Queen and Bowie, as well as influenced by classical composers such as Rachmaninoff, Chopin, Debussy..... you HAVE to hear it. In fact, just let me know, I'm more than happy to burn it for anyone wanting a listen!

Life is busy these days. I'm going to be a guest speaker (haha) representing Reach for the Rainbow to the second year EA class on Thursday. This should be interesting, me talking to 60 adult students. Much different from teaching kids... MUCH! Kids care much less if you make a fool of yourself, in fact they expect it. We'll see how I manage this. Besides that, my class starts tomorrow at McMaster. I'm pretty stoked! I LOVE learning, and I'm super happy to return to Mac to do so on Wednesday nights. I'm taking Approaches to the Study of Religion, and it will look at how different fields approach this study (psychologically, sociologically, historically, critically, theologically....). I don't know... for me, there's just something about the academic atmosphere that romances me. I love it. I also love that I can work on my writing skills through essaying. I'm weird, I know. I've also got my marathon training, and I'm super pleased with my progress in that! I'm SO excited for this marathon! After Around the Bay I felt like I could do anything. Road to Hope is 13k more than that.... I will be ready!

I'm really looking forward to fall. For the colours, a fresh new season, for the opportunities available in it.

Lastly, my winter goals: 1) Go snowboarding. I've never been snowboarding before, and felt it was about time I caught up with the rest of civilization. I just need fellow snowboarders interested in teaching me :). And 2) GO TO A LEAFS GAME. This has been a goal for me since, oh, FOREVER. But in the past school and student finances have always impeded my achievement of #2. This year, I mean business! Can anyone hook a sad, deprived Leafs fan up?

That's all :)

Monday, September 14, 2009

Good things DO come to those who wait (and toss, and turn, and pull their out, and live in anxiousness for long periods of time)

I was hired by the HWDSB (Hamilton-Wentworth District School Board) today.
It's an amazing feeling!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Week Ten - Nathaniel: Badee, badee.. That's all Folks!

(Sorry for the delay, dedicated readers. I started this, but then I apparently went on too long, and only half of it was saved when I went to publish. I couldn't find the energy to go back and redo most of it at the time, but alas, here it is for your reading pleasure)

At first, when I began composing this last summer blog, I started with a melancholic note of a summer's end. I didn't think that was fair to Nathaniel and all the great things we experienced together. And so, I will now re-begin, this time talking about Nathaniel and our week together. What follows is my send off to summer 2009.

Nathaniel and I were a great team last year, and I was pretty excited to see his profile in my mailbox.

He's big on logos. No, not legos... I actually meant logos. As in the Warner Bros. logo. Or the Disney Pixar logo, featuring Luxem and Luxem Jr. (note: Luxem Jr. does not appear in the onscreen Pixar logo until the Disney blockbuster feature Cars). Or the 21st Century Fox logo with the searchlights. Or the Dreamworks logo. Or the MTM logo (standing, of course, for Mary Tyler Moore) featuring a little orange kitty named "Mimsie", meant to mimic the MGM logo featuring a lion named "Leo". I really never realized just how many logos there were in the world before I met Nathaniel, and I'm actually really hoping that Jeopardy comes up with a Logo category sometime soon. I will smoke it, no doubt!

Last year he was alllllllllllll about Thomas the Tank Engine and Friends. Each day he'd bring along with him two different trains from the Thomas show, through which I would have to talk in order to get him to comply with virtually all of my requests of him.
(*Christine as Christine*: Nathaniel, it's time to get changed so we can go swimming! *Nathaniel*: [no response].
*Christine talking as Thomas the Tank Engine*: Uhhh, Nathaniel?
*Nathaniel*: OH! Yes Thomas, is that you?
*Christine as Thomas*: Why yes, it is! You see, it's time to swim, so we better get ourselves dressed! Why, we'd have to wear wet clothes just about all afternoon if we went swimming in our clothes!
*Nathaniel*: Ok Thomas! And do you remember episode 21 where the conductor spilt the flour on you and you sneezed on 14 boys? That was hilllarous!
*Christine as Thomas*: Good golly! It sure was!
And just like that, I vanished into thin air and Thomas was in charge.

Thomas wasn't so in this year. Instead, he seemed to be fixated on one blooper in particular he found on Youtube. Titled "A Funny Blooper", it features Porky Pig forgetting to stutter on the "badee, badee, a-that's all folks!" (please! watch it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADcf3cOpiT8). Nathaniel knew this short skit verbatim! To be sure, each time I skipped a word or some small detail, he was immediately there to remind me of it. We practiced any time we had a free moment to ourselves. We also forced audiences out of the people around us, such as all the lifeguards and non-swimming senior counsellors on the beach on Tuesday, and then anyone willing to give us a minute and a half of their time in the breeze way, and then for our helping hands friends and counsellors at lunch in the senior pavilion, and so on and so on, UNTIL! FINALLY! We got to perform it at senior flagpole on Wednesday afternoon! Nat was so extremely proud of us and, as silly as I may have felt, once I embraced the moment and acknowledged how happy he was to be a star for that moment, I was quite proud of us too! We made a Looney Tunes drum out of what was left of the construction paper, and even wrote "Looney Tunes" in it's original custom cursive font. We were something to see, indeed!

He wished me luck on my job interview, and advised me that I might stand a greater chance should I have chosen to wear my Tinkerbelle costume rather than my regular teacher clothes. "And maybe you could invite the man to the Goodbye Summer party on Friday". It was the most thoughtful, genuine advice I had ever received <3.

And then Friday came. Such a bitter-sweet arrival. Everyone was so tired after the last 10 weeks, but each of us LOVED everything having to do with each moment that made those 10 weeks up. But all good things must come to an end, and this was no exception. We canoed, swam (I say "swam" but really mean self-inflicted hypothermia on ourselves, because the water was COOOOOLLD!). And we had our final HH party of the year. Nathaniel/Link waited very patiently for the party to commence (of course, spending 45 minutes trying to dislodge a very small toy from a crack in the picnic table served well to occupy us [the toy was not his and I was sweating buckets in panic I wouldn't be able to get it out! PHEW to the fact that I did!]). And in a flash it was over. We said our goodbyes, boarded the busses and departed one last time (of course, on our way to the bus, Nathaniel and I said goodbye to each thing we passed along the way. I asked the trees and lake to not change on us over the next year, and he said he'd really like it if there could be another animation adventure theme day next year ("could you talk to someone about that please?").... naturally, so he could wear the Link costume). I had no profile in my hand, which felt weird on a Friday.

Nathaniel and I had a stupendous time on week 10, only it went by too fast. I wish I was able to write my typical "next week:_____", but that won't happen for a couple seasons now. So, what I will say is that I am SO very thankful for every moment of this summer. For each and every camper, and for each and every laugh, smile, hug, kiss, bus ride (well, maybe not so much the week I was bus monitor!), rainy day, sunny day, canoe ride, co-counselor chat, hot day, cool day, double work day, training day.... everything! This has been my most favourite of summers in the longest while I can recall.

So until next summer, on the topic of summer camp...

"badee, badeee, T-T-THAT'S ALL FOLKS!"

<3

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Week Nine - Luigi



Luigi and I were partners for a week last year as well. He was a totally different kid then. Well, maybe not entirely different, because he was quite affectionate last year too. But he was much less predictable. And if he liked something you had or something someone else had, and he got hold of it, you'd never see it again. Last year, at one point, Luigi had his eye on a little toy bird another counsellor brought with her to camp. It chirped (who WOULDN'T want that for themselves!). Anyway, I kept reminding Luigi throughout the day: "Luigi, bird is Sarah's. Play now, but give back to Sarah later".
"Yesh", was Luigi's reply.
BUT! Next thing I knew he had thrown it into the tall grass beside the canoe launch, whipped himself around 180 degrees and began screaming "no!, no!, no!....." and running in my direction. I managed to get a hold of him for the sake of safety (of himself and others around him), only to find myself being headbutted in my chest and being left with an impressive bite mark on my arm which lasted 3 weeks. But when he didn't have his eye on some prize, Luigi and I had marvelous moments together.

This year, we had nothing but marvelous moments. He had remembered our amazing relationship from last year quite quickly and we immediately bonded as if an entire year had not just passed. And he stayed with his group the majority of the time (last year I thought he was going to vomit in anxiety each time I included "friends" on our visual schedule. He played sandball with them and even SHARED! We drew pictures of WalMart and the things we can buy there ("toooooyyys. cloooooooooos [clothes], caaaaaaaaadi [candy], moooooooooooooooooovie"). We made one monstrous mess with paint and mural paper (and I swear I did my best to cover his clothes before the paint did. But I failed. Miserably. Paint was everywhere. In his hair, on his shorts and shirt... everywhere! And sadly, it looked like mud because in the end, all the colours just got all mixed up together. But what fun! I hadn't been THAT messy in sooooooo long, and it felt great!)

He was quite affectionate this week, as well. He'd hug me while we were waiting to transition from one activity to the next, we'd cuddle in the tent, we snuggled in the middle of the pile of life jackets. He loved to play with my pony tail as he drifted off to sleep (which, being sick, he did quite a bit of last week).

Friday we had a rescue mission! Each day, Luigi brought a special toy of his from home. Friday it was a rubber (gelly-like?) snake. And it was quite blustery at camp on Friday. We were on the docks, lying on our tummies, and Luigi was wiggling his snake around in the water. When suddenly, he just tosses it out into the windy lake! "OOOOOOHHHHHH NOOOOOOOO, SCHNAAAAAAKEY!!". And then he turns to me and says: "GOOOO! SAAAAVE!!". So I literally rushed into a canoe, braved the winds and finally got snakey from the lake. When I returned snakey to Luigi, he huged me and said "HERO!". I accepted his praise (but then warned that next time snakey would be living in Lake Chippewa if it happened agian!).

We counted down every minute for a half an hour for the party on Friday (a party in honour of Zachary). The entire time he just sat in the office eyeballing all the treats. And each minute we got closer from five, he jumped up and down and gave me a humongous hug! At 2:30, I told him to go out and announce "PARTY TIME!". So he did: "PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (and then, by himself, he carried 75% of the treats to the party tables close to the Junior Forest).

Luigi has always been one of my favourite campers, and I was SO glad to work with him again this year. What a difference a year makes, though. The above picture is of Luigi and myself on theme day last year (in one of our more cuddly moments). I love him.

Next week is the last of the summer at camp. I was supposed to work with Zachary, but circumstances have made that impossible. Zach's parents wanted the spot to go to another HH camper who would enjoy another week at camp. And so, next week, I get to hang out with Nathaniel! I've worked with Nat in the past as well, and I am SUPER pumped for this coming week.

(On a side note: I ran 54 kilometers this week. I'm so excited for the marathon!)

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Zachary Maida ~ December 12, 1993 - August 23, 2009



CRESMOUNT FENNELL
MAIDA, Zachary David
August 23, 2009


MAIDA, Zachary David Suddenly and unexpectedly, at McMaster University Medical Centre on Sunday, August 23, 2009, in his 16th year, embraced in the Arms of Jesus. Treasured sweetheart to his parents Lorraine and Dave Maida. Best friend of sister Rosanne. Nurtured and loved by Don and Pauline Farraway. Forever cherished by Nonno and Nonna Frank and Antoinetta Maida and grandparents Frances and Andy DeVrye (of Simcoe). Touched the lives of aunts, uncles, cousins and many friends. Zachary was the most dedicated member of Barney's Fan Club. Forgotten are his physical struggles and challenges, always remembered will be his joy for life. Friends may call at the CRESMOUNT FUNERAL HOME, 322 Fennell Avenue East on Wednesday from 6-8 p.m. Funeral Service from West Highland Baptist Church, 1605 Garth Street on Thursday at 1 p.m. Interment Mount Hamilton Cemetery. Memorial donations may be made to Autism Society of Ontario, Hamilton Branch or Make a Wish Foundation of Toronto.
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Zach was my first ever camper with YMCA Helping Hands. I loved him very much.
He taught me so much that I can now never repay.

Zach was the BEST jumper! (I learned this evening that he actually received an award for this amazing talent <3 ). He could impersonate Barney to an uncanny degree, and recite any episode on demand (in particular, we recited bits and pieces of "Barney's Birthday" repeatedly during our week at Chippewa last year. He was both my first and last camper of summer 2008). He loved The Count from Sesame Street, as well as The Muppets (Muppets Treasure Island, as I learned earlier this summer). Recently, he got into Who Wants to be a Millionaire, and saying "you loose, owwwww".

Zachary was a handsome young man with so much to offer his world. The line to pay respects tonight was not so surprisingly extremely lengthy.

The world is at quite a loss with the passing of Zachary Maida.

Rest in Peace Zach.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Week Eight - Robert is a Runner?


We just ended what was the most stinkin' hot week at camp all summer. Everyone has been complaining: "Enough with the cool, when is it going to get hot?". There people, you got your wish. Along with a whole lot of humidity to make things especially uncomfortable. Personally, I have LOVED this overall cooler, wetter summer. My favourite seasons are fall first, then winter. This hot stuff can go away forever for all I care.

My week with Kevin was pretty chill, so I was due for a challenge. Only at the start, walking into this week, I didn't realize it was going to be a challenge. I know Robert from Y Kids, and I've never seen him run that fast.... or at all. I think was paired with him for that reason though.... being a runner, of anyone, I was likely his most capable opponent! So I greeted him as I do with all my campers on Monday morning, and we just walked around for a short while before flagpole. He stops just outside the breezeway, where the cement turns to stones, then turns to grass. He looks left, to the jr. forest. THEN BOLTS. He's quite spindly (a pure bag of bones, to be exact), and he isn't very tall. But the boy can run! Fast. And far. And Monday morning was disgustingly hot and humid, even at 9:15am. I would like to thank my long legs for creating a challenge for Robert this week. They let me catch up with him quite quickly (I was pleasantly surprised with myself!) so that I could redirect his behaviour. By Wednesday, though, the running wasn't as much an issue (did he realize he couldn't get away from me maybe?).

Robert is a precious individual. His soft, pre-pubsecent voice melts your heart. He is a parrot... whatever you say, he says back (for example, when getting changed for or after swimming, and I directed him: "shirt off", Robert would repeat "shirt off"...... Good boy Robert! "Good boy Robert", etc). He can be quite cuddly when he wants to, and his tininess fits right into your arms to hold and protect. He'll often recite dialogue from the movies or shows he watches, although they sound most incoherent and inaudible (while Robert has the ability to speak, he would till be considered "non-verbal" in that he possesses only a very limited vocabulary or phrase repertoire, and when he "speaks" with anyone the "conversation" lasts no more than 7-10 seconds). He is the best jumper at swimming, as he jumps from the picnic table into the water like a frog, and continues the frog jump several times in the water where he lands before doing the whole process 67 times more.

He loves archery, but canoeing remains his first love. We'd take all morning long canoe excursions around the lake. He'd happily sit in the canoe, taking in the fresh air, forresty sights, and greeting each canoe that passed us with other kids from camp. He also loved the sensorial satisfaction of grabbing the aquatic weeds that have risen to the surface of the water. Eww much? Yeah , a bit.

He is very helpful. Each day, Robert found himself running back and forth and back and forth and back and forth from the canoe launch area to the shed, carrying one paddle and one life jacket each time to put away (he would have gladly done this all day). And each time he hung one jacket up and added another paddle to the shed pile, he'd come out, look at me, and say "good job Robert, thaaaaaaaank you, thank you". A little sneaky of him though.... this was actually his plan to say "bye bye canoe". If it was bye bye canoe, Robert could go "bus? bus?".

Bus at 3:30 Robert. First play, then bus.

Next week: Luigi <3

Saturday, August 15, 2009

August 15, 2009

I've had this interesting.... no, peculiar..... feeling the last couple weeks.
And it's been challenging trying to pinpoint what it actually is and where it has come from.
It's uncomfortable. Suffocating. Annoying. Relentless.
It can become muted for short periods of time (work provides tremendous relief in this sense, because it shows me so many happy and wonderful things), but then it comes back.
Anxiety's a bitch.

So I am sort of a human juke box. My cd library, in combination to my downloaded music library, is extensive. EXTENSIVE.
Most times I go on the computer, I use my laptop. This morning I opted for the desk top. As usual, I immediately opened my media player to listen to some music (there is not a single thing I do that does not involve music) and re-discovered all the play lists I haven't listened to on here for so long.

I came upon this song, which I have such strong, vivid imagery associated with. I was very obsessed with it in second year of Mac. I listened to it on repeat any chance I could get. Sometimes a song just strikes me SO much, I become quite overwhelmed with it and unable to put it down. And as a result it becomes associated with a lot of things that I have done. That's what this song did to me. But it is so strange and interesting to me in how music affects one's brain to such an extent that they feel they are actually back in the very moment they first listened to the piece. When I hear this song, I can feel the crisp fall air, I can see myself sitting on that bench outside Burke Science at Mac, wearing my rose toque with the flower and my pink scarf, I can see my Social Psychology notes.

And then it hit me. That's what this feeling is. A longing turn back time. To where I felt safer. To where I could predict things better.

And I know that change is good. I'm just terrible at dealing with it. I am a person of routine and habit. I like the things that I like and that's that. I like to do the things that I do, and that is that. And I understand that we cannot maintain our habits and routines forever and ever because we will never grow and develop as human beings. I sometimes wish we could though.

Now I've been listening to the song all morning.

The song has certainly enlightened me to some of what this feeling I've been experiencing is all about, but I know there's a whole lot more to it than that. More corners to turn leading to more doors to open to see what's inside that is grating at me.

If I could have just one wish, it would be to not have GAD.

Week 7 - Sweet, Sweet Kevin and the Slinky


He doesn't say much at all. When he does it is often a low, almost whisper-like utterance ("yesh pleash"). But his face is beyond expressive. Using just his eyes, he can tell you exactly whether or not he is happy, sad, feeling sick, or finds humour in something.

He's a little bionic man. He has braces on each of his legs, but happily this year the arm brace was not required. Walking can be a challenge most of the time, and he has the use of only one of his arms. There is a lengthy scar on his skull from the operation where the shunt was put in his head to drain the excess cerebral spinal fluid from his brain, but his thick head of brown hair has come to cover most of it. Most of all, he is magnificent!

He rests a lot. On the bus he enjoyed sleeping on my lap or shoulder. At camp he liked to get out of the chair and sit on the bench and lay on me for a small snooze. Other times we'd spread out a blanket and lie under the trees.

He loves Slinky's, and I bought him one early in the week. Flashy red, the last of it's kind (what a lucky find). He loved it when I made sound effects for the actions we did with it (although, I will give Colin the prize for best in making the sound "boooiiiiiiinnnnnnnng"). I'd latch the last rung onto the visor of the jogger (a wheelchair of sorts) and he'd grab on to the rest of it and pull down until finally....woah!.... it all came down and surprised us both! We did this for HOURS over the past week, and each time it was as if it was the first. The excitement on his face, the silent laughter (where I only knew he was laughing based on the gasps of air he would take), and him handing the slinky back to me to re-attatch it to the visor made my week.

He didn't want to swim much this week, though. So I would lift him from the jogger and carry him to the picnic table in the water ("bench pleash") (the lifeguards stand on these for supervision in the water). He would happily sit there and throw objects to me to fetch. The slinky was great in the water because it sunk, and I would pretend to be unable to find it and offer him sand and rocks instead (of course, he'd look at me like "what are you doing lady, it is right there"). He would sometimes give me a pretend "achoo", when I would throw myself over into the water and come back to splash him. The delight on his face warmed me so much (and I know I say almost the same things about all the campers and students I tend to meet along the way, but each one does this in their own unique way. If you work in the field I work in, maybe you'll understand. But I apologize for being unable to explain the complexities of this phenomenon to those readers who do not understand what I am trying to say here. All I can say is that I am very lucky).

He walked allllll the way to archery and alllllll the way back on Thursday (with some assistance from me). I was proud of him for doing this even in the heat and humidity.

Sadly he did not come to camp on Friday (he was going to watch the waves on the beach with his family while camping up north!), and everyone missed him (perhaps Kylie most).

But he had a wonderful last week at camp and he will be missed.

Next week: Robert!

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Week Six - The Mona Lisa



Last week the Mona Lisa returned to Chippewa. She did soooooooooooooooooooo well! Archery two days (and more than just 3 arrows each time!)!! Canoeing everyday, including one day of her having to sit on the floor rather than the front seat (*GASP!*). Crafts of fish and fishing poles, birthday cards x2, necklaces, lady bugs, and jazzy kitty tails (for Peppy....). So much cooperation and a ton of positivity in her participation. It was great from my side because she easily agreed to going to the washroom and transitioning between activities (and here I will give a humongous kudos to the Disney people for inventing High School Musical and along with it Troy Bolton. Also, thank you Jesus for 'raw, uncooked bacon' and making it so effing hilarious to my Mona Lisa friend).

The challenges were minimal, but sort of serious at that. Like walking to far ahead of me in public areas of the conservation area and down the bus path. I think once kids get used to you, once they figure out your in's and out's and that you're a fun person who can be goofy, maybe you don't care about safety so much either. Not so. I was forced to bring out my angry voice twice this week so as to make her understand the risks of not staying with me as we travel from A to B to C to.... throughout our day at camp (i.e. Stranger Danger, getting lost, getting hit by a bus or car, etc). But as I said, the challenges of this week with her were greatly outweighed by the awesomeness that made for the remainder of our time!

On Friday, she transformed into Peppy... a cat which was painted on her face by Rebecca and looked suuuuuuuuuuuuper cute! She was so proud of herself and her new look, as well as her tail. She also painted the faces of Rebecca and myself (I asked for whiskers but football player patches under my eyes, haha). And brought our painted faces to the birthday party for Kim and Mr. Ilovewalmart (I detected jealousy from the other unpainted faces there.. you know, because we looked so super amazing). The walk down the bus path of Friday was spectacular (maybe because I weighted her down by making her carry her own school bag for once!).

Next week I feel very, very lucky to have Kevin (Kylie, I'm not sure I will live up to your awesomeness with him, but hopefully he doesn't dislike it too much!)

"Look, daddy bought you gum. You can have a piece if you want, do you?"
Yep, daddy said you can have one in the morning and one in the afternoon. But that's it, you don't want a tummy ache, right?
(3 minutes later)
Lorena open your mouth so I can see your gum, I wanna see what it looks like
"Did you swallow it, is that what you did? Awwwweee.... now you're gonna have a bubble inside you!"

Monday, August 3, 2009

Week Five - Cameron's Sing -A-Long


Is it wrong to have favourites?
(Probably)
A little unethical, right?
(Yeppers)
Well what if all your kids are your favourite, but just one is your favourite favourite?
(You're really trying hard here, eh?)

Well anyway, this past week was by far my faaaaaaaaaavourite of summer 2009. Cameron is 15 and no less than 6' tall. He is incredibly artistic and loooooooooves music. In fact, he loves a lot of the music I love, thereby making us a match made in heaven!

Cam is an amazing individual. He has a verbatim memory of various shows and books he has seen or read and can pull them out and repeat them on demand. For instance, on Monday we took a walk to the Specialty side of camp. When we got there, he noticed a "stage" in the parking log (this was actually an old dock that had been replaced by a new one). As we approached it, Cameron said: "Make a movie of me on the stage telling everyone about the true meaning of Christmas, from the seasonal favourite 'A Charlie Brown Christmas'". He stood on the stage/dock and began "Hey everybody I'll tell you what Christmas is allll about. Lights please..." (and when the imaginary lights came on, he squinted his eyes just like Linus does in the movie!). The monologue is quite long, but he didn't skip a single word. I'm lucky to have it on video to keep forever <3 .

So the music. Cameron loves music. I LOVE music. I prepared for him a new cd for Monday which included several of the favourites I determined he had during his first week back in July. Come On Eileen, On Top of Spaghetti, Don't Stop Believing, a couple classic Sesame Street tunes, and more. He loved it! The smile on his face was unmatchable in size, and I could sense his excitement as he learned what the next song was each time another one ended. He'd wait a few seconds to hear the first sounds of the song, look at me, and then start pacing the area clapping his fists (which is the way he self-stims when he's excited) and light up in smile. I loved watching him. He'd dance if I annoyed him enough with the requests, too. I taught him the John Travolta disco move when we played "Stayin' Alive", and then the YMCA for the Village People. We had quite the ensemble with Kim, Sarah, Cameron, and myself when Do Re Mi came on, and Supercalafragalisticexpialadocious was a tremendous hit. The kids in other groups came to love coming to arts and crafts, because that is where we listened to the music (quite loudly sometimes, haha). Cameron's music (all 3 cd's!) were the soundtrack to camp last week, and everyone was much happier because of it.

Cam watches a lot of Disney movies. My feeling is that recently he's been fixated on "101 Dalmatians". Or at least just the Cruella Devill song. I have approximatly 4 videos of "Make a movie of the Cruella Deville song in the Red Forest/in arts and crafts/walking to swimming/in the Canada chair" (each time performed in the exact same way, with the exact same emphases, the exact same expressions, and so on as the performance before it). I learned the words very quickly!

And it turns out that the Fred Penner classic "The Cat Came Back" (coincidentally also a book "written and illustrated by Bill Slavic") is a very long song! I also have video of that :).

Perhaps most impressive to me was Cameron's impersonations of various instruments (as included on the Casio keyboard he has at his home). Always to the tune of "The Cat Came Back", he'd ask "Which instrument would you like to hear?". Hmmm... The Jamican steel drums please. And he'd start the beat as the keyboard does "dun, dun, dun, dun..." and then break into his instrument. Can I tell you how ACCURATE each sound he made was? VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY ACCURATE! In particular, his pan pipe!!!! If you closed your eyes, he was playing a pan pipe! By the end of the week, I had been lucky to hear all of: the pan pipe, electric guitar, nylon acoustic guitar, Jamaican steel drums, kazoo, classical flute, and on the bus on Friday he gave me the bagpipes (complete with that drooping noise it makes at the end of any song bagpipes play).

Friday arrived and with it Cameron's last day of Camp Chippewa.... ever (very sad). We had a party with everyone from Helping Hands to celebrate his many years, only he didn't want to stay there, even if there were sour cream and onion chips bought just for him. And when I asked him to return to the party, all he said was "I cannot do that my friend" in a diva'ish accent (it was quite hilarious!). So we enjoyed his last moments of Chippewa together under a quiet pavilion. We walked his last walk down the bus path and said "Goodbye Camp Chippewa". While waiting on the bus, I was lucky to have one last music session of us playing the seat drums and Cam singing The Cat Came Back, and a 4 more pan pipe performances. His bus buddy arrived, which was my cue to exit stage left. I requested a hug, but got more. A kiss on my left cheek, a kiss on my right cheek, and a giant hug. It was the best moment of my week.

Oh. He also made me a cd. He called it "Hot & Fresh Pizza Pizza Celebrity Grouping 4 Track Set", and included just 4 songs (which I had previously included on the cd's I created for him): Come on Eileen, Grease Mega Mix, Tubthumping, and Stuck in the Middle With You. I've been listening to it all weekend <3 .

I miss him already, but cannot dwell. Other kids are waiting for me, and I'm excited to see what they bring.

Next week: The Mona Lisa Troy Lover returns! (i.e. Lorena ;)



Saturday, July 25, 2009

Week Four - Mackenzie and Love at 14.

I worked with Mackenzie for a week last year as well, and it was one of my favourites.
Mackenzie is a beautiful 14 year old girl with the fastest motorized wheelchair ever! This year she was an LIT (Leader in Training) on the Specialty side of camp. Thanks to everyone on "The Other Side" for welcoming me so warmly and helping with lifting and tolieting! It made a difference in my week and I was glad to make some new friends :).

Mack made great friends with everyone in her group, two girls in particular. It was so sweet to watch them hold hands with her as she motored and they walked to various places at camp.

She fell in love, too. With Jesse, the part preppy, part emo, part skater, entirely hunky 14 year old who wore the toque and stole her heart. She'd never dare to talk to him though! She'd just sit and stare at him across the field, across the table, or across the circle. And smile the whole time, haha. Out of her 5 days at camp, I think we talked about Jesse for 4.75 of them. She'd follow him or be in his general area alllllllllllll the time. We practiced what she could say to him. Maybe just "hey Jesse. How's your placement going?". But that seemed a monstrous task for her. But by Friday, she had got enough courage to say hello, and they shared emails. I thought she was going to soil her pants!

On Thursday we slept over night. Haha, interesting that I said "sleep", because none of that was really had. I guess I forgot what it was like to be a young teenager at a sleep out. So much silliness and flirting and "Oh, I'm gonna to freeze your underwear/ I'm gonna put your hand in warm water/ I'm gonna scare you in the middle of the night/ and so on". We had a camp fire with smores and beat the thunder and lightening back to our tents (lucky me! I got to stay in the helping hands office all by my self! it was wonderful :). But we were constantly on the prowl for campers leaving their tents or smoking or doing whatever things we didn't know but were on the lookout for. Mack requires my assistance for toileting, and I was required at 4:30 and 6 to do so. It was worth staying over and not sleeping, though. Mack laughed the entire time, and never stopped smiling. She shared at tent with her friends and had the time of her life. How could anyone say no to that?

Morning is beautiful at Chippewa. The fog on the lake and the sunrise were breath taking. Morning has a particular smell to it. Sweet, fresh, optimistic, new. I was so glad to experience that. It made me thankful.

The LIT's led flag pole Friday morning, and did a fantastic job of it! For all their stress and reasons to shake your head any other time, they really make up for it in other ways.

Mackenzie had ended the last day of her second week at camp, which meant she was done at Chippewa for another year. She said goodbye to her new friends, and to the counsellors, and then came to give me a hug. I reminded her to email Jesse and she said she would. But then as we were ending our hug, she pulled away with tears in her eyes and suddenly started crying quite hard. It was so hard to see and to not cry myself. I believe it was a good thing, though, because she was sad to be leaving camp. It meant she enjoyed her time here, and that it had a positive impact on her living. Still, Friday's at camp can be really hard when you've got to say goodbye for another year :-(.

Next week: CAMERON!

Monday, July 20, 2009

Be Still





http://zenhabits.net/2009/07/be-still/

Friday, July 17, 2009

Week Three - Wilson


I did ask for the challenge. Still, I didn't expect to be bitten as early as 9:20 on Monday morning.

This week I worked with Wilson, the 8 year old boy with BLUEST, most striking eyes I have ever seen! Together we perfected two kinds of dives: the "Regular Dive", which involved just lunging forward, and the "Super Big Dive", which is identified with a steeple action made with your arms and hands clasped over your head (really, these were just belly flops into the swimming area). We painted approximately 20 rocks over the course of 5 days, in addition to 12 paintings on paper. We pushed the jogger approximately 20k over the course of the week as well! We spoke mainly in sign language, because even though Wilson understood spoken word, (sending a pruned/shriveled child home from camp is frowned upon at the YMCA). So when I added various PCS (Picture Communication Symbols) to his daily schedule each day, he'd look at it, shake his head, sign "NO!" rip it off, throw it at me, possibly throw a rock at me, or else kick me/grab my hair/scratch me/ bite me. It was a highly physical week with all the self-defence and NVCI (Non-Violent Crisis Intervention) usage, but I learned SO much MORE about working with children who have autism.

On Monday morning, I was bit on a camp inappropriate upper half location (it's a lovely shade of purple at the moment :). But the day smoothed out as it progressed and we were able to use the red canoe, push the wheel chair (he LOVED to push the jogger/terra trek {essentially our efficient movers for immobile campers}, in particular the green one!), and eventually got swimming.

Tuesday however was drastically different. Challenging from start to end. Our canoe tipped on a trip to the Specialty side of the camp, as another 1:1 counselor was getting in with her own camper in the front, Wilson in front of me on the floor, and myself in the back seat. Scared at first, Wil thought it was fantastic and that this would be our swim time. I signed "No, Wilson. We can't swim here because it isn't safe. Lets go back to the camp swimming." "NO!" - cue ensuing tantrum and associated scratching, hitting, and then my NVCI restraint. Eventually we did get back and ready for our own swimming time, but naturally getting out and dressed to go home was another struggle.

Wednesday was the worst. Almost an entire day of physical restraint, and towards the end a 5 person team with me. Wilson was tired (he had been at camp the week prior as well) and missing his mom. Maybe it would be wise to take a break from camp tomorrow...

Thursday was a lot better. He had a very good night of sleep the night before, and he would only be coming for the morning hours. We swam for 2.5 hours in the glorious sun and had a blast!

Friday was my favourite day. We swam in the rain all morning, pretended to be seagulls, traveled in the green jogger, played "sick", watched the cars come and go on the camp path, finger talked about the ambulance that had been there on Wednesday, finger talked about when we fell out of the red canoe and how our shirts, shoes, and pants all got wet and how we had to swim to shore and our shoes made a "slop slop slop" sound. We had a birthday party for Nathaniel, and Wilson imitated Nathaniel sneezing the candles out (we made a pretend cake out of legos and a pretend candle which we took turns sneezing to blow out). We pretended to drive the golf cart to the drive in, where we "watched" Finding Nemo and had popcorn and chocolate milk. I love that little boy so much!

Wilson enlightened me on what I am capable of, and taught me new skills too. I perfected the concept of task analysis (ask if you want to know what that is), and got to practice my NVCI techniques. He opened my eyes to the kinds of sensitivities some children have and what I am capable of doing myself in order to help them. He taught me that all kids essentially want the same things, exceptionality or no exceptionality (I think that is to swim all day and not ever eat lunch or a snack or to do anything else). He taught me that I have a whole lot more patience than I may have once believed, and he showed me that I love what I do. Because even though he took out his frustrations on me in a pretty aggressive manner, I never stopped believing in him and his potential. I didn't really realize this until I got home this afternoon.

He had a devilish smile and the most beautiful eyes on anyone I've ever seen. I will miss him very much <3 .


(next week: Mackenzie!)

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Week Two - Come On Eileen

Lorena came to camp this week. And much to my suprise, she didn't get cheesed by all the walking! She loved the canoe, she tried archery, she went in the water, she did the crafts... Man, I was proud of her. She's coming back in August, and I cannot wait.

Cameron was also at camp this week. Cam is 15 and about 6'3". He knows the dialogue (verbatim!) from a variety of shows, including Yo Gaba Gaba, Bert and Ernie shorts, various movies, and books as well. We often sing or act out particular classic Sesame Street clips (like the one with the pinball machine. Refresh your memory here! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgocE-JfWFI).

Cameron LOVES to sing! So when I was on a break on Monday and he happened to be near by with Colin (his HH counselor this week), I asked if he wanted to sing with me. Cameron has an exceptional memory. He will know not only all the words, but the tempo, instrumentation, beat and every exact aspect of the song. I have no idea where he got the idea for this song from, but I was so glad this is what came out of his brain....

"Hey Cameron, let's sing a song. Wuddya think?"
"Yeah" (he whispers this)
"Ok, what shall it be?"
He looks at me, what seems like through me. He's thinking. He starts moving his right hand, as if writing out the lyrics to the song he's decided upon. Then he starts a beat by hitting his hand on his thigh....
And in an impressive falsetto for a 15yr old very tall boy, he starts to sing:
"Poor old Jonny Ray, sounded sad upon the radio, he moved a million hearts in mono.....".

COME ON EILEEN! I LOVE THIS SONG.

What resulted was the Cameron and Christine Show, where we accumulated quite the audience for our camp version of Come On Eileen "by Dexies Midnight Runners, from 80's #1 hits, CD 2". It was my favourite moment of the week. Next to our rendition of On Top of Spaghetti in the canoe with Lorena and Colin.



This picture is of is Colin, Cameron and myself under the main pavilion. He made our names and wanted a picture (in case anyone was wondering who was in the picture). I love it.


Next week I will be working with Wilson. He is non-verbal autistic, which means I'll get to use some sign language. It's going to be a challenging week, though, simply for the reason of his non-verbalness (Katherine and I tag teamed him at one point so he would go to the washroom, and being at the arms end, my hair got in his grip and almost left a very sexy bald spot (not really, haha. i did get to use my nvci training though!). I'm looking forward to Wilson and welcome any challenges :).