21 March 2009

No.

Not awesome.

More than awesome.

New words are made for this reason.

You feel so completely content, happy and part of a new family that no word can compare to it.
It is more than beautiful, more than wonderful, more than incredible and more than awesome.

While most of the day has faded to memory now, last night was graduation, and I became an offical pinkie. Most of the details will be left out, because, like most Rover investitures, becoming a Pinkie is sacred in this family, and the only way to learn what is done, is to experience it yourself. Just know that I am constantly found shaking my head in disbelief, loving every one that got me here, for giving me this opportunity, and being part of WOSM.

Like I said, yesterday is mostly a blur, with key points that, I hope will never leave me.

Playing the key game was so much fun. You were asked questions regarding the centre, and if you didn`t know the answer (which no one knew the answers right away) you had to go find the answer. Here we are, 11 teenagers RUNNING around the chalet, jumping up stairs, shoving people out of the way, and then, once we got to the place where we could find the question, we ask the people so calmly and cooly. It was halarious. Oh. And I broke my keys. :)

I`m not sure what I told you about keys, but they`re a big deal. They`re master keys that grants access to every room and you need them to get into all the `staff only`areas. If you loose your key you have to wear a massive chain (so everyone knows) and you also have bake a cake in the next 48 hours for everyone at the centre. Running into the staff room, my keys didn`t come out of the lock, and I just kept running. (oh, keys have to be attached to you at all times, so normally, mine are attached to my jeans beltloop). BANG! The keys go in all different directions, and my master key is bent, almost at a 90 degree angle. Still getting my answer, I finish the game using someone elses key, before telling anyone I broke mine (i know, i know, it`s that damn competitive spirit in me). Going to Jans (in charge of keys and almost everything else), he wasn`t there, so Tom gave me a different key, after pointedly making fun of me. He asked me if I hurt myself, and when I told him that I`d probably have a nice bruise, he said to make sure I told Jans that, so he`d be a little nicer. Thankfully, Jans says it`s fixable and I don`t need to pay for the repair costs (it can be done by the maintence man here at the centre).

After the key game (and a second fire drill of the day), we got ready and headed out for our graduation ceremony. Having dinner in town first, we were then taken out in pairs and told that IF we could make it to the graduation ceremony location, we would graduate. We were a little scared, but they like doing that here. ***This space is reserved for the story I`m not allowed to tell. Just know it was more than awesome, more than beautiful, and definately worth walking into town looking like a complete fool. ***

It`s so hard to talk about this when most of what I want to say doesn`t make any sense, but hopefully you`re following along....if only a little.

I`m looking forward to calling home today, and maybe I can clarify some things.

Love,
Creighton