They call me Mister Doug

So it's been, like, three months. I've been wrestling with whether or not to delete this blog. I might, I haven't really made a decision yet. I just don't have the focus for it.

A lot has happened, of course. I graduated high school and spoke at my graduation. I got a car and my driver's license. I went on vacation and got my first real job. Then I got my first second job.

Two weeks from today is move-in day at my college. This summer has sped past much faster than I wanted it to, but for once I feel like I really got hold of the summer. The difference really was being able to get myself around.

My job this summer was an interesting experience. I worked for three weeks as a counselor at an art camp, working with 6-10 year-olds. I was one of three male staff members, and the only one who worked directly with the kids. That's where the title of this post comes from.

I'd write more about it, but I just don't want to. That's the main reason I've wanted to delete this blog. I have lots of things to write about, but something is holding me back. I don't know if it would help to move to Wordpress, or if I found a new application to post from, or what. The novelty of blogging wore off, and now there's just not much attraction.

The one possibility I can see is if really worthwhile stuff starts happening to me in college. That might be motivation enough - this could be a reasonable communication tool to keep me in touch with my friends who are going other places.

So I guess we'll see what happens. I'd like to get back into the habit, but I just don't know.