Day 8

The day before I forgot to mention that my mom texted me reminding me that a girl I have known since kindergarten, Andrea, goes to Harvard.  Last night I texted her and we set plans up to grab lunch before I left to come back to my farm.  I went to bed at around 3 so I pushed the time back from 12 to 1, and even that was still too early.  I barely woke up at 12 on the floor of Alex's dorm, and went to go shower.  I showered in the boys bathroom, and then got dressed, and was on my way to Harvard.  I almost got lost in the Train Station, but luckily a grouchy employee saved the day.  I got to Harvard around 1 and walked onto campus.  I saw Andrea walking from her dorm, and was super stoked to see another friend from Palos Verdes.  We embraced, and both were in shock that I was in Boston.  We talked just a little bit about what I was doing this year, and about her Softball team before we walked into the Pizza restaurant we were about to eat at.  We saw one of her friends from the softball team and her boyfriend, who coincidentally used to live in Palos Verdes, but is a year older.  #PalosVerdesinBoston.  We war seated at the restaurant and, to be honest, I was expecting some mediocre, california pizza kitchen esc. restaurant.  Turns out the balsamic and Prosciutto pizza was quite possibly the best I have ever had.  The discussion of school, and farm, and middle school, and palos verdes made me happy that I could find a slice of home 2985 miles away from home.  After lunch she walked me to the train station and I was on my way back to Emerson.  It was a fantastic lunch date, and I am glad for once that cath talks to so many other moms ;).  I took the train back without any problem, and walked to the dorm.  I had about an hour to hangout until I had to leave to catch my bus back, so all we did was listen to music and lay on Alex's bed and enjoy each others company.  I can't explain to you how close camp makes us.  Nothing is weird between us.  It's hard to understand unless you are apart of the bond, but I try and explain time and time again.  So I packed up my things, and as I was leaving the guy at the sign in/ sign out desk said something peculiar to me.  He said Max ( he knew my name because I had to show him my ID ) I hope you have an amazing day today and you meet some incredibly interesting people and everything works out for you.  Then Alex said yea he is an organic farmer in maine.  And the guys face was in pure shock, but excitement at the same time.  1. I think its awesome when people tell you to have an amazing day, because it puts you in a rather magical mood. 2. It was hilarious to me, that like his sincerely different departing line, I was also on a sincerely, awesome/ different line.  I walked to the South Station and got on the right bus, and sat next to a very attractive girl, whom I found out later went to Boudin.  I was waiting for the opportune time to strike up a conversation, but never got the chance.  Then I was waiting for her to strike up the convo., because I mean how can you resist such facial hair.  After two hours of us each just listening to our iPods/ sleeping she got off at Boudin without speaking a word to me.  When I got off at Augusta, I had successfully watched some ridiculous Jackie Chan movie twice, and had to go to the bathroom immediately.  After I drained the main vein, I found Laura and Zoelli waiting for me in the car.  Lauara was being uncharacteristically talkative on the car ride home. #hawkward.  I got back to good ol' Flying Fish Pond Farm, and was ready for a day back on the job.  Tomorrow, though, is the slaughtering chickens day, and they have given me the option to participate, or not.  I am not sure what I will do, but it is a strange choice.  Nighty.