June 26, 2010
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Eddy Day #3 & #4.
DAY 3:
There are kids on second and third with two outs in the last inning we are allowed to play according to the time restraints of camp. It is 85 degrees outside the kids are all hot, tired, cranky but still VERY competitive. There is an air of frustration on the kickball field. The kids, because the need to win in a regulation game and we can’t give them that due to the scheduling of camp. We, the counselors, because we don’t want to deal with them anymore.There has already been a kid struck in the head by another, a temper tantrum, and three bathroom trips. The humidity has thickened because of the hot tempers spread throughout this field of 16 first and second graders.
Eddy steps up to home plate, he squints up to the bolstering sun. The anticipation builds.
“Is it my turn to…” And instead of finishing the question with the verb in question he just acted and did. Amazing.
I feel he already knew the end result. Or he didn’t, but the ball came rolling towards him so he just reacted. Which would then mean he still needed an answer and the action displayed is null in void in his head. The most genius part of it is he NEVER said “kick.” He just did and that was enough for everyone.
Thursday was also hot dog day. Eddy dropped three hot dogs. It wasn’t because he tripped or ran into someone or it haphazardly fell off of his plate. He was holding it like it was a used tissue. It was in his hand reluctantly, even though he wanted to eat it. The way he walked around the courtyard for lunch with it seemed like it was just apart of him, connected to his hand. So if he turned so did the hot dog, and it would then slip out of the bun and onto the ground. If he had to itch his nose he would itch it with hot dog in hand, by the end of lunch he looked like Christian Bale in The Machinist except covered in ketchup. He didn’t care, because everything else is more important.
DAY 4:
A quick one here. He was standing next to me. He farts three times.
“Did you fart?”
“Yeah, I fart when I’m nervous.”
“Eddy, why are you nervous?”
“I don’t know.”
