Last night at around 10 PM, the pipes burst on the seventh floor. Spent two hours rounding up the kids, taking them to the Music Building, and trying to fix the pipes/clean up the mess. It only messed up some of the bathrooms, thank God.
Went swimming and played volleyball at the Rec. Center. Scored a few points. Got a sunburn on my shoulders and sandburns on my feet. Came home. Realized how sore and tired I was. Got depressed over a lot of stuff that shouldn't matter. Like, why should I care if another counselor thinks that all feminists are hateful, militant, spiteful, and believe that women should get more than men? Who cares if she is overlooking the fact that feminism is about equality to men? Well, I care. It bugs me that she has such a misguided view with a judgment coloured by a few encounters with some women who don't really deserve to call themselves feminists. I just feel alone here is all. I relate more to the students than I do to the counselors. The students are so open and free and wonderfully accepting of everyone. It amazes me how a few years in age difference changes people into harsher, colder individuals.
Three of the girls on my floor have a stalker. One of the girls got the "honours" chair in Viola, and it has upset a boy who, from the moment he walked in the door to register, has let everyone know that he is the best and superior to all. He went around to everyone in the music department, including the profs, telling them how much of a "little whore" the girl was. To top it off, he stole her name tag carrier with her room key and now the poor thing is scared out of her mind. She can't sleep, and she's afraid he's going to hurt her. After watching this guy all week, I don't blame her. Mrs. Hawkersmith and I are going to have a meeting about it in the morning along with Vaughn, one of the male counselors who is also in the music department. I've already talked to Vaughn, who is a sweetheart and who is really concerned about this situation. I've spent the last three hours trying to comfort the three girls involved in this ordeal. They're scared out of their minds 'cause this guy is fairly large and scary-looking. I say we let Mr. Rick from the wood-working shop deal with this kid and be done with it.
Also, in happier news, the girl with the broken foot came back today. She brought me Chinese food which was the brightest spot in my day.