It's not Nerd Camp!
Academic camp rocks, not because of any inherent awesomeness to a bunch of kids taking classes in the summer, but because of me and my uncanny counseling. actually, the classes are a lot better this year because they involve interesting things like a film class taught by Lambert that includes Edward Scissor Hands and Philadelphia, a pottery class, a psych class, and a class that I'm helping teach called CSI. I know some of you out there will appreciate the importance of Crime Scene Investigations, and the twelve or so shows about them. I have to admit, the labs aren't as interesting as an episode, but that could just be because of the lack of sexy, stoic detectives making one-liners about certain substances going on a blind date with some other substance (I can't think of the line exactly, Maggie, could you help me out?). Anyway, I had complete control of a lab today, which may not have been a good idea. It was disorganized, short, ineffective, and may have caused irreparable damage to my pants. I'll never make it as a teacher, and if I do, most of my kids won't make it to graduation. But Greg, one of your former campers is not mine. Claibourne W. Poindexter III of Seagull camp has joined our ranks and he speaks highly of you. I was going to include this in a letter but we don't have mail service here, outside of email, that is. Anyway, went to Six Flags yesterday and a Braves game. I've decided that Six Flags pisses me off and hot girls make me miss Maggie, which I guess is a much better sign than hot girls making me want to do them, so yeah, I'm proud. Anyway, this has been my first oppurtunity in a while to get ahold of some technology, so lay on the comments, it'll be a while before I get to read them.