I woke up to the last Jesus Calls that would be heard for a while. I took some time to appreciate it before I went downstairs. So we had our morning devotion and prayer, and then the staff got into a conga line. This was supposed to represent that they were always united. Then Ms. Cooke talked about improvements for next year at the camp and the the time changes. Then Ms. Jackson and Reverend Jackson spoke. The essential point was not to throw away the changes we've went through at the camp. We already packed up last night, but we were also told to sweep our rooms last night and I never got ahold of the broom. We agreed to do it tomorrow, which was now today. Still it took a while to get it, and then Timmy didn't even stay to help me sweep. Smh. Although I was certain I'd be late, I tried to get as much trash off the floor as I could before anxiety forced me downstairs and outside. When I saw the van it looked like everyone was waiting on me. Timmy was also riding the van now, as well as Ahnaca and Antoine. When I was on this van the first time, there were just 3 of the people here. I didn't know them back then, but now I realize they're Kensley and the twins. Also I remember being super nervous the first time I was in this bus because they were complete strangers back then, but now I know them and now I'm comfortable here. I listened to music on the trip back, and occasionally I'd show someone what I had been working on with Narrative. Eventually we were finally at the church from the beginning, and we unloaded the van.
This was a wonderful week.
