I feel like I'm devolving back to the state of an ape. Creative juicies aren't there any more, haven't been fore some time now. All we talk about anymore (the crew) is poo and sex. Not my ideal conversations. I do enjoy it and take part, but there seems to be nothing intellectual left. We run chain saws all day and grunt at eachother. Aye, Aye, Aye!
Everyone on this crew is more than capable to have civilized conversations. We have a Princeton Graduate, a History Major who will be getting her Masters soon following this, and the spectrum goes on and on. We all come from different parts of the country and have different upbringings. Why then, this...?
Let me tell a story... So we are going to be working with high schoolers next week, we are all really excited for 2 reasons. One being that we will be able to run saws the whole time without having to swamp out branches. Two, the reason more talked about, is that they will be our so called "Monkey Slaves"... Our Coordintators at the office told us we aren't allowed to call them that, of course, so we will be giving them all nick names when they arive. All of these nick names will be famous monkey names... a little inside joke you see. My "Monkey Slave's" nick ame will be Curious George. I do think thats funny. They aren't the only ones with nick names, all the members of our crew have them as well, our leaders is Captain Nemo and mine is Dr. Destruction PhD. Ironic because I'm the least destructive... any way. We are the monkeys, not the high schoolers. We have all devolved from bright witty people into farting burping grunting beasts...
I that good or bad? I dont know... The cause has got to be that we live in tents... Mother Nature has some wonderful powers.
What do you think?
Everyone on this crew is more than capable to have civilized conversations. We have a Princeton Graduate, a History Major who will be getting her Masters soon following this, and the spectrum goes on and on. We all come from different parts of the country and have different upbringings. Why then, this...?
Let me tell a story... So we are going to be working with high schoolers next week, we are all really excited for 2 reasons. One being that we will be able to run saws the whole time without having to swamp out branches. Two, the reason more talked about, is that they will be our so called "Monkey Slaves"... Our Coordintators at the office told us we aren't allowed to call them that, of course, so we will be giving them all nick names when they arive. All of these nick names will be famous monkey names... a little inside joke you see. My "Monkey Slave's" nick ame will be Curious George. I do think thats funny. They aren't the only ones with nick names, all the members of our crew have them as well, our leaders is Captain Nemo and mine is Dr. Destruction PhD. Ironic because I'm the least destructive... any way. We are the monkeys, not the high schoolers. We have all devolved from bright witty people into farting burping grunting beasts...
I that good or bad? I dont know... The cause has got to be that we live in tents... Mother Nature has some wonderful powers.
What do you think?
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