Turning lemons into lemonade...or something.
I'll be updating my resume today for a summer job I plan to apply for: a counselor at a camp for individuals with physical disabilities. Although I have some reservations (let's face it: I'm not exactly the poster girl for physical fitness; while I don't know the exact requirements of the position, I'm pretty sure that I could barely get MYSELF through a ropes course, let alone an adult male in a wheelchair--and yes, there actually is a modified, handicapped-accessible ropes course), this job would also be beneficial in a number of ways.
- The position includes room and board, so I would have a place to stay for the summer that doesn't involve my mother and I living under the same roof for 8 weeks.
- It would provide me with great fodder for my resume (not the most altruistic reason, perhaps, but still a motivating factor).
- One would think that, with all the physical exertion, outdoor activities and (I assume) relatively healthy food, I could actually get myself into shape.
And, most importantly:
- I can spend my Summer of Angst and Heartbreak (good thing that I'm not too dramatic or anything) doing something worthwhile and meaningful. Spending time with those who are physically challenged should help to put my own "problems" into perspective for me; really, all things considered, I'm still pretty damn lucky.
For more information on the camp, go here: