Wanted Dead or Alive

I´m back in the civilization, and hardly am I alive after spending 26 hours in Karis. By body is already shaken of thought that I will be going back there within a month.

My attitude is extremely suitable for being a staff as my positivity is obvious at every awaken hour. I have never been active in any school events, so I must have been seriously fucked up that morning when I claimed for this duty.  They expect me to be 24/7 such a tolerant, smiling, understanding, person filled with love and passion towards anything that possible is a living creature. When failing this super easy task am I going to be labelled as a bully with a heart of cucumbers.

The other staffs just loved playing millions of “get-to-know-each-other”-games, and me not so much. I´m not really a huge fan of screaming “HU-HA-HE” at strangers or holding hands while doing splits. Also am I confused what is really is socially accepted? At least have I found out that it´s okay to throw a ball in my head when I don´t light up for the idea in participating in games.

One more confusing thing happened when chitchatting with the other people.   

It felt like being interviewed when questions rained on me, “What type of music do you prefer?” “How do you spend your spare time”  “What different languages do you speak?” “What are your plans for the future?” I wouldn´t have been surprised if they had asked for my favorite colour or if I am even a human. Do people have installed some always-ask-these-questions or what?

The whole weekend felt like being in a kindergarten; you would think that one or two year’s younger folks aren´t that bad…The worst part was that I was unable to understand their humour, which is a quite accomplishment when I practically laugh at every single dumb joke.

The night was a real horror-movie. I froze to death in my red fleabag on the hardest floor ever made while breaking my bones. In the morning we were the last ones refusing to wake up to the even colder world outside the bag. The boys in our room were so worried of us getting late to a meeting and sure of us failing to make us ready within 10 minutes that they had to put the damn lights on and shouting out the minutes left.

I and my friend must have looked astonishing when jumping up from our bags with our hair pointing out to every direction and our faces all swollen up. Unlike the boys, didn´t we have any problems with missing the whole  lifetime lasting show in front of the mirror. I just wonder why everyone is so damn obsessed by looking so great all the time, I mean it was Sunday after all... In the rush I even changed my clothes in front of them all, well entertainment is always guaranteed wherever I am…