June 21st has come and recedes into the past. Officially summer is here and the question is asked, “How is it going for myself?” Many of mine acquaintances know that I’m a student at Faith Builders and my more cynical moments, I can hear them silently chuckling to themselves as they ask me this. Being a college student, I think I can hear them wondering to themselves how this student is adapting to the world of manual labor. As a student, I don’t consider myself “normal”. You know what normal is. Wake up, go to work, hang out, sleep, and repeat. A regular day job for millions of Americans is reality (note regular). It is not mine. So how is the summer going?
It is flying by and I’m enjoying my brief time being back in the construction field. Strenuous work, yes, but needful to work out this softness I find residing in myself. But currently, I feel old. A 24 year old should not feel . . . old yet I find myself moving at a senior’s pace. The day could not be done quick enough. Tonight, all I want to do is curl up in a ball and sleep till noon tomorrow. Recently, my sister managed to pull of this feat of sleeping till noon and while shocked that a normal person could do so and NOT feel guilty, I’m finding myself in a state of envy. My mornings begin around 4:30 or 5 o’clock. That I don’t mind. The X-factor is the extra activities I engage myself in which make waking up in the early morning so difficult.
Like shooting a wedding on Saturdays with my older brother. It was moderately stress free but I never imagined I would ever tire of taking pictures. But on Saturday, I was ready to toss the camera in the back seat and head home. Of the twenty-four hours of last Saturday, I saw 19 of them. A long day to say the least. This led to a Sunday afternoon that could not have been long enough for napping. However, I did drag myself out of the warm drowsiness of a Sunday snooze to go to a concert. Having just recently completed a choral tour, I found it very pleasant to sit and hear others sing to me. To absorb the results of hard work instead of being the one working to perform. I might have spared myself the “senior feeling” had I not gone to a friend’s house for a impromptu snack after the concert. A lack of sleep combined with minimal water consumption definitely led to flu-like feelings this afternoon. After I came home from work,I plunked myself down on a patio chair, ordered a round of terere, a Paraguayan tea, and drank my fill. This miracle brew combined with a pleasant family time to alleviate my headache. Yet it still exists and the only remedy I know is sleep and that I intend on doing.
The life of a FB student seems, from this distance, to be a life of haute couture. To sleep into 6:00 AM, lazily check email every 20 minutes, surf the web looking for interesting tidbits and other blogs to read, Youtubing the time away (I don’t recommend this brainless activity unless under loads of stress but it does happen at times), and playing volleyball three times a week. I look at all that and think, what leisure! At home and with a temporary regular job that has me averaging 11-12 hours a day, my ideas of de-stressing include drinking terere and roaming the fields with my Remington 870 pump action shotgun in hand looking for various varmints. There are other things to do but I don’t have the time. Somewhere in the clutter of my room, (for I don’t have the time to clean; ask my Mom, she’ll agree) a paycheck lies unattended to because by the time I come home from work, the bank is closed. A pair of pants needs to be returned to Wal-Mart but where is my time? My church has Vacation Bible School this week; I should have taught but where is the time?
Not everyone with a regular job has this problem with time. I look at my older brother with a twinge of envy. He’s up every night till I don’t know when ‘cuz I’m asleep and don’t find out when he goes to bed. He can be found surfing the web, editing pictures, listening to an audio book, or chatting with his girlfriend who currently is in South America. In the midst of this, he finds time to study his choice of Russian, Spanish, or German. Ah yes, he even joins me in my sallies against the woodland varmints. I shake my head. How can he achieve this? I think of when he wakes up and when I realize that by then I’ve already worked 2-4 hours, I wonder if that is the key factor. He has a regular job like me but it’s not as physical as mine. Ah, to be sure, since he is not physically exerting himself at work, that means more energy remains for all these other activities. Right-ho, Jeeves!
Admittedly, I asked for this. Coming home from college, I wanted a job that was physically demanding and had long hours. I have it; now I must be happy with it. I usually am but when I feel beat up like currently feel, my mind goes to other possibilities of the “good life”, such as the regular life of a student. Oddly, I find myself wishing for this life again. May it come soon!
My rambles are over for tonight,