Last Day of Work

Currently reading:
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (pt.1)
Jules Verne

Today was the last day of the internship. It was mostly a hangout day until the other interns and supervisors returned. Then us AmeriCorps people gave out presentations. The supervisor was very sneaky about it, I don't think any of us realized that the others had projects and that we were building toward a day of presentations. I was right when I said our going away party was a final bout of work. The pizza and coffee cake were good, though.

The whole deal was like my sister's graduation, we went up one at a time and something was said about each of us. Mine was that I take pride in what I work on and put in a full effort and was a strong leader in projects. Then we all got goodies: patch, hat, mug, a copy of Last Child in the Woods (which is a good book I've been waiting to get). The supervisor was tearing up by the end of it. I guess it's kind of like having children grow up and go off to college, not having their soft footfalls on the floor - except all those years go by in a ten week period.

Before I left, I jumped in the electric go-cart with two of the younger interns who know how to drive very fast, drift, and not go off a cliff. A couple times, young trees or tall grass was run down which caused some disagreement amongst us. Then we got to a gated off area and quickly turned into a wild area very overgrown. Large branches jumped up at us and giant ragweed were mowed down in a way very reminiscent of running over people in video games. At one point, a big ripe bur plant was hiding behind some vegetation we drove over and it exploded over the front of the cart, covering each of us in the seeds. I'm glad I got out shortly after that.
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Something I've noticed with many of the girls I try to hangout with is their claim of indecision. Someone can leave the day up to them and they say "whatever you want to do" or "I'm not picky" or any variation. I really do not believe there's nothing they care a great deal to do. Maybe it's some sort of gender deal, following along with the male figure's point of direction. I'm not sure. I always wait for a decision on the girls' part, and if they don't make one we sit where we are and talk. Then again, if I'm always waiting for them to make a decision perhaps I'm the indecisive one.
Nah, I can come up with what I like to do.