“So what exactly is a host?” my dining companions often ask when they see my position listed on my nametag.  Where to start? I often wonder.

My short answer is this: I live and work here in exchange for room and board and a class every week.  The “class every week” part stops most people cold, as that sounds like heaven to many students here.  I can see their wheels turning as they then ask me to elaborate on the “work” part.

So I thought I’d do a “Day in the Life” series.  Since I’m writing this on a Tuesday, that’s the first day I’ll do.  I make no promises that I will do all the other days, or any other days for that matter.  Life is too short to make promises you might not want to keep.  But here’s Tuesday:

**Note: My co-host and I do some tasks together while others we alternate each week.

7:15: Eve leads morning walk – I get to sleep in.

7:40: Eve returns from morning walk.  I’m still sleeping. (Lest you feel bad for Eve, I’ll note here that I have had to do morning walk for the last three weeks straight…a long story, one that I’m glad is over.)

8:05: I meet Eve in the kitchen for breakfast set up.  We dish out the bread and syrup to each table, unwrap the brown sugar, yogurt, and raisins that accompany the grits we put out.

8:15: Eve rings the breakfast bell.  Students stream into the dining hall, get their drinks, then stand behind a seat.  Eve and I are back in the kitchen helping the kitchen staff to get the hot food onto the rolling carts.

8:20 : Eve sings the blessing, after which the students sit and we both serve breakfast.  Today is was eggs, potatoes, and bacon.  Then, we sit to eat ourselves, occasionally visited by an instructor asking us a question.  (A lot of our job is answering questions, some of which we know the answers to.)

9:00: We all (me, Eve, the students) head off to class.  Except that this week, I’m not taking classes.  But that’s a story for another day.

12:00: Morning class session is finished.

12:05: Meet Eve in the kitchen to prep for lunch.  We put out salads, dressings, and bread.

12:15: Eve rings the bell.

12:20: Eve says the blessing.  We serve lunch.  Today it’s a Cobb Salad – with all the ingredients I expect of a good Cobb salad: avocados, egg, turkey, bleu cheese.  Eve and I sit to eat, and talk about what we need to do the rest of the day.

12:40: I go to the microphone to do announcements.  This afternoon, after classes are over, there’s a field trip to Blue Moon Elise – a shop in town that makes and sells soaps, lotions, and other potions.

1:00: After finishing lunch, Eve and I head up to the Community Room in Keith House to move chairs.  There’s a cartoon drawing in my room that a former host did.  A person stands behind a chair and the caption reads, “I sing behind the chair.”  We move a lot of chairs as hosts.  Today, we fold them and line them up in stacks of four against the walls to make room for tonight’s dance.

1:15: Eve and I take care of instructor requests.  Today we move tables.  An instructor requested a certain table in her studio, which we did on Sunday.  But at breakfast she informed us she wanted two different tables, so off we go.

1:30: Afternoon class session begins.  Except that this week, instead of going to class, I go off to write and dream:)

4:30: Afternoon class session is over.  I grab the key to one of the Folk School vehicles, walk out to the gravel parking lot, and take the grey Suburban over to the Craft Shop where I meet anyone who wants to go on the aforementioned field trip.  (The transition from driving my Beetle to driving the Folk School Suburban took a little time, but I’ve finally got it down.)

4:45: We depart the Folk School and arrive at our destination.

5:30: We depart Murphy to give me enough time to get back for my dinner duties.  I drop the students back off at the Keith House and return the car to the gravel parking lot.

5:50: I meet Eve in the kitchen for dinner prep.  You’ve got this part down by now.  Tonight’s dinner:  pasta with peas in a cream sauce.  Bell, Blessing, Serving, etc.

6:30 (if I remember, 6:40 if I’m running late): I announce tonight’s activities.  Tonight is the weekly dance, so Bob Dalsemer (our director of dance and music programs) will sometimes introduce that event.  No partners needed.  No experience needed.  From 7-8 (remember this is why we moved the chairs earlier).  I also announce that we’ll be showing Sing Behind the Plow – the documentary about JCCFS – tonight after the dance.  I try not to say, “Sing behind the chair.”

6:50: Eve or I heads up to the Living Room to get out the DVD player and rearrange the chairs for the screening.

7:00: Dance.  If you’ve been here before, you know what the food is like and the need for me to dance at least once a week.  If you’ve been here before, you also know there’s a whole cast of characters at these dances, but that’s a story for another day.

8:05: The dancers gather in a circle to sing the closing song.  They are then encouraged to help us put the chairs back in their original formation.  In the space of three minutes, a hundred chairs get opened up and slid across the floor as Eve and I grab them and try to get them in their correct places. It’s part chaos, part well-oiled machine.  And it sure beats doing all that work ourselves:)

8:15: Eve or I start the documentary.

10:00 (or 9:30 if I’m tired): I close the Keith House.  You would think this means locking it, but you would be mistaken.  “Closing” involves dumping the extra coffee and rinsing the pots, putting the newspaper in the recycling (a bench that opens – classes that need newspaper then go and grab it from there), closing some of the lights (but not all for fire safety reasons), and just all around making sure the first floor of the Keith House looks neat and inviting.

10:15 (ideally): I climb into bed and read.  And pray that no one calls the host cell phone with an emergency.  After all, at orientation I explained to the students that Eve and I are the after-hours on-call people, so if they have an emergency please have it during the day when the office staff are here to handle it:)