Let it be known: Planning = Pain. Especially when you have to plan something with a group of 10 people that you have lived with for 6 months. We always end up jumping down each others throats when we mean well. We also interrupt and get frustrated and angry. All of the communication workshops in the world can’t save that from happening. In the end of it all, we have a final presentation planned out and ready to be presented to a group of people that have seen many final presentations in their day. It should be good.
Tomorrow the group is volunteering at an underground marathon thing of some sort. None of us entirely know what it is about. What we do know is that we have to leave the house at 6:10 in the morning. I’ll bet people are pleased about that.
I’m looking forward to stepping off the plane and embracing even colder temperatures in the land of Winnipeg. I’m looking forward to ending a volunteer placement that has taught me that I do not want to be a janitor. I’m looking forward to the finish line. I’m looking straight ahead.
P.S. Sleep that is laced with cough medicine and then followed up with a fantastic hot brunch is the best medicine for an illness.