Day 24/ 25

Woke up at around 9 o clock and had a dream that Will put me to work on the farm that day.  He was saying that my pain was already gone so we might as well give you some chores to do.  I remember being pretty pissed off because one I was leaving the day and two I was kinda of still sick.  I woke up smiling to the reality that it was 9 and everyone was out of the house.  I fooled around on the computer, called cath, and then went down to the kitchen to look for some breakfast.  To my delight there were stacks of pancakes and scrambled eggs waiting for me.  But are they for me?  I went up to Kent who was classically watching TV and asked him, to which I got the response: obviously ( in the nicest possible tone ).  I sat down and vigorously put down three pancakes and half of the scrambled eggs in the bowl.  I don't know why but I have never been much of an egg person.  After I stuffed my face, I went back up to my room, and the extent of my day was spent there.  Besides watching the twilight zone for two hours, I was mainly on the computer, or reading Steiny.  The Twilight Zone is a classic series.  The first episode was about a man who brought back a girl he met in New York to his home town, which he had only been gone a week from.  When he got to his home town, he didn't recognize some buildings, and it felt as if he had been gone for 20 years and not just a week.  There was an insane twist that would be extremely complicated to explain, so i won't, but I was utterly engaged.  There were multiple times where Will wold come walking towards the house, and I would tense up a little bit hoping he wouldn't ask me to go do the rounds, or help him with the pigs.  I felt fine, but I still didn't want to have to work on my last day.  So I packed up all my clothes after, and brought them down.  Wow, I really don't know where that month went.  Take it I had a handful of days visiting various people in maryland and New york, but still, how quickly time flies.  It had been just yesterday that I watched my mom drive away from the farm, just yesterday I had learned what the "morning rounds" were, just yesterday I had felt uncomfortable at the dinner table when Dan made various sexual innuendos.  So many amazing memories that I will have me with forever, with some classic help form this blog.  I had an amazing time at Whitmore farm, and an experience I never could have imagined, but there comes a time where you must move on to the next experience.  I frequently think back to the conversation Will and I had about making your own opinions and judgments about topics.  How do you know what you feel unless you educate yourself, and make certain conclusions?  Just because everyone else is doing something doesn't mean its right, which is a pretty cliche phrase you hear about staying above the influence, but it goes to much greater lengths than just marijuana.  People should be independent, and find themselves; be themselves; love themselves.  Me doing my whole gap year was a big part of that.  I questioned and acted on the classic route of going to college.  Who needs it right.  Living with a gay couple was pretty abnormal as well, along with capturing various animals for slaughter.  It all falls under the category of questioning everything, to find out more about what you love, and who you are.  Enough of an essay topic, back to the story.  I loaded the car with my bag, and bike ( which I never used because it was such a pathetic excuse for a bike and two that the roads in Emmitsburg don't exactly favor bikers i.e. no bike lanes.  I slowly walked up to Dan, and said my goodbyes.  It's been a good time bud, Yea enjoy your travels in Maryland.  You know I will, have an amazing time working at the National Zoo.  Course.  I'll find you on Facebook ( classic ).  Yea man, take care.  It was nice getting to know Dan.  I can truly say I have never met anyone like him.  A great individual.  I said goodbye to Steve, and after a few pictures taken in front of the house we were on our way.  After 5 minutes I fell asleep in the car.  I am notorious...famous rather, for falling asleep in any car.  I slept for 30 minutes, and was half asleep for five.  During my half asleep state I overheard their conversation about Steve and Dan.  Apparently Steve was under the influence on the job, and Will was extremely upset because Steve was a very faithful employee.  And then Dan takes too long to complete the most minute tasks.  But the worst: when Steve and Dan are working together they take twice the amount of time that Dan would take.  I was pretending to be asleep because I thought it awkward to participate in the conversation about my fellow workers.  Then Will said what do you think max am I being too harsh?  Eyes closed, and deep breathing.  Kent said he's asleep.  Thank goodness.  I fake woke up within the next ten minutes, not so smoothly, but who cares.  We got to my Aunts house and they dropped off my bags and bike, and I thanked them for everything, and I was off on the next part of my yearlong escapade.  I dropped my bags on the porch, and walked into my Aunt Sandy and Uncle Marty's house.  It was great to see everyone, a little awkward at first, but fun nonetheless.  The first thing I noticed was that no one cared THAT much about what I was doing.  Sure they asked me, but no one asked as much as I cared for my plan.  It's always funny going to a house that isn't yours.  Take it, this is the closest thing, but you still feel awkward.  Every little thing you mess up you think every one is always keeping track, and laughing.  I was never satisfied with doing nothing, because I always would want something to do, to occupy the classicness.  That always goes away, but the first couple hours are pretty eminent.   The only real cure for the prescribed awkwardness, is to realize how stupid it is, and go with the flow.  Chillllllll out.  But it is funny.  Dinner that night was nice, obviously not in the rank of gourmet-ness, but its always nice to be eating with family around a big table.  After dinner Sandy surprised me with the news that I would be sleeping in the living room, in the middle of everything.  Now, when I first thought about it, it didn't seem that bad because the couch was noticeably more comfortable than the one downstairs.  And then I remembered that there were three babies in the house...classic.  That next morning I woke up at 8, and never really went back to sleep.  The baby toys were sounding like firefighter sirens, and the kids kept coming to the edge of my bed for some reason.  Classic case of hating where my bed was.  I was supposed to go temple for Rosh Hashanah but I really wasn't too fond of walking there.  On the high holidays for the Jewish religion using technology is condoned.  So driving is never an option.  I barely squeaked by, but i managed to not go to temple.  It was quite a feat, but I did have a pretty valid reason.  I did have to catch up on my blogs, and study for the SAT.  Only one of those tasks got done...classic.  I blame my cousin Nina.  We had a very in depth conversation about what school I would be going to , and what major I would be pursuing there.  It was an interesting conversation that blew up into how much people make annually and whether or not people choose their jobs based on their passion for what their doing, or for mercenary purposes.  That took up an hour, and then when I finished my blog, the temple goers were already back.  The Austers, my cousins, have a lot of routines at their house.  I guess with being Orthodox, it makes sense, but even then they have plenty.  One of many:  eating lox and bagels, walking to temple/  walking back, lay around and talk in the living room, eating leftovers for lunch around 3, napping until dinner, and then ping pong until bed, repeat, repeat...classic.  Thats how the day went besides one strange encounter.  The maid came to clean the dishes, and we met, and exchanged glances.  It was as if in movie, where the glance was in slow-mo and I flashed back to the morning before I went to Whitmore farm when she came in the house to catch me in my underwear.  Classic case of my arch nemesis.  Otherwise the night was classic, enjoyable, and relaxing.  I have an appointment in the morning for my stupid kidney, so on that note.  Nighty.