Now I know there is a God...
Because he gave us Hot Doug's.
So I'm sitting in the editing lab with all my film cherub high schoolers, and I'm really finding it hard to muster up the motivation to move. Today for lunch, my "supervisors," Jim and Kevin took all us counselors out to a lovely restaurant called Hot Doug's. As you probably have guessed from their name, they serve mainly hot dogs. No, I take that back. They serve baskets of buttery goodness, both fried and grilled.
I went there with high expectations, which probably isn't the way to go, but by gum, those expectations were met - nay - exceeded. I ordered two regular dogs with everything (everything meaning mustard, green relish, tomatoes, caramelized onions, and a pickle), a large order of fries (which is HUGE), and a small soda. After getting my food, I realized there was no way I'd be able to finish the entire bag of fries, so I concentrated more on the hot dogs. And damn. I think the Chicago style hot dog may be the one thing Chicago does best. It was so delicious.
Anyway, my plan was to come back to the dorm and enter into a hot dog induced coma for the afternoon, but I decided to earn my paycheck and actually watch the kids. I mean, the kids are cool and all, but I gotta be honest. I'm so ready for this program to be over. I need to unwind. I need more than 6 hours of sleep a night. I need to hang out with people who aren't still going through puberty.
4 more days.
Part of me is interested in seeing the kids' final projects, but part of me keeps remembering that it's going to be 6 hours of screenings on Friday. Oh well.
The important thing to remember is, though, that I'll be in Missouri for 2 weeks starting August 1st. I have no responsibilities, and I have every intention of sleeping in till noon, playing tennis in the afternoon, and watch movies/play video games all night long. It's going to be a good two weeks.
Final thought: Now that I'm an RA for high schoolers, I now have 30 more high school friends on facebook(which is, admittedly, pretty sad), and I really hope some of them stumble onto this site from my profile and read about how I'm sitting here, right now, blogging while they're working in the same room. It's all very meta.
Comments
Why did you bother paying for a room at the house if you're only going to live in it for like ... three total weeks.
Posted by: John
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July 26, 2006 9:24 AM