The Grass Here is Devilish

En route to officialdom service projects. This week is my team's final stretch before we head off on our first SPIKE (we leave on tuesday) on Catalina Island. I'm ready to leave Sacramento, as nice as the city is.
Official induction for all of AmeriCorps was on friday. So, I am now an official corps member, qualified to deal out first aid, CPR, and advice on drug use/community diversity implementation (our training covered all that and more). All of the teams got their team pictures taken wearing our AmeriTuxes (that would be our black battle dress pants with the polo t-shirt), and then we all stood in the old theatre pavillion to take the national service pledge. Really I wish they'd use that pavillion for movies and such because it just sits there. It was probably an entertainment center for the Air Force when they were active here, but now it languishes, unloved. I suppose we can write showing movies up on the "List of Things the US Gov't Doesn't Want to Do for the Humanitarian Branch of the Armed Forces" right under item C) Use the tax-free commisary for grocery shopping and above E) Cook food for them.
But life on the campus is good if slightly slow. Weekends never really exist in Americorps, because Saturday is usually the day everyone goes out to get some ISP (independent service project, e.g. community service) hours done, and Sunday people try to catch up on sleep and go food shopping for the week. Exciting news on the food front: most groups (say 70% of the population here) have left for their respective service projects. That does make it a little empty here, but in many cases they abandoned quite a bit of food that is now free for the plunderin'. Last night alone I got some rainbow sherbert, frech fries, beef brisket, english muffins (to go with the beef), chips, salsa, bran flakes, and some carrots. Total food chaos. I am having a hard time keeping my inner hoarder under control, as he wants to snatch the majority of the foodstuffs not tied down and hide them somewhere. I'm sure I'll survive anyway.
Sunday was great because we played a game of pickup football that lasted about two hours, gaining and losing people over time. It won't happen again for a while (since every team is heading off somewhere to do their SPIKE), but it was awesome to actually run around doing a skill sport for a while, since PT is restricted to and only to "things that are not fun." If you enjoy jumping jacks and running they find an alternative workout for you.
Unfortunately for myself, I tend to play football kind of like ultimate frisbee (limited contact, excessive airtime), and thus I end up executing numerous dive-bomb roll manuevers to stay upright. I say unfortunately because I always end up playing on the "skins" team, so I was just a leeeetle bit itchy post game. But HAH at least my dormitory has hot water, something the other building can't boast of. It's a tradeoff, I have to travel for internet and they freeze to stay clean. The ADMINISTRATION has promised to fix everything eventually. I believe them, ish.
This week shouldn't be so bad because it is chainsaw training for the FRT teams that are still here (just two teams). They told us today the our the motors for the chainsaws we'll be getting could also power a dirtbike. I'm excited.
I need to go write a press release for my teams visit to Catalina Island, since we're so important.
Oh, but I'm serious.