band camp 2008 five: peopleJuly 17, 2008
The other RA’s are a hodge-podge of people, including one Mr. Bartelli, who claims to hail from south Texas, but maintains a very distinct and stereotypical Italian accent. It’s a point of comedy for me the Mr. Gonzales, who is working the same dorm as me.
Mr. Gonzales is a fraternity brother and a friend for the last several years. He’s hilarious, and I seem to get a good connection out of him that I don’t get out of many of the people I went to school with. We connect somehow. The best I can explain this is that we laugh at the same stuff and have the same intolerance for the same bullshit. We’ve been hanging out this camp, and its a good thing.
A good portion of band camp is revisiting old faces that I used to spend everyday with. Back then, when I was being a moody son of a bitch, I hated a good deal of these people. Some I have tolerated, and many I have come to regard with polite respect. A few have become friends. I suppose this is what maturity bears. I have met a few more people, and things are looking up for our socially awkward hero.
Band camp is about memories to some extent, as I have spent some of this week avoiding and freaking out over the Ex of Horrors for no known reason. I’m smiling at people, and generally avoiding making senseless small talk. I have little patience for it.
My mood is not improving. End transmission.