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Well, I got back from camp yesterday.... Thanks to all the awesome counselors and staff, not to mention the insane yellow boys, I had so much more fun than I expected I would.
Let me just start off by saying that I really reallllly wanted to be a camper, and nota counselor. Unfortunately, I was born five years too early, otherwise this would have been my sixth year as a camper (one year I was a newsletter editor). I kinda live out my fantasy through my campers, the poor yellow girls. I went Nazi with the flag... I wish I'd taken a picture, and then I made my girls practice the skits and cheers insanely because they were good sports about it.
Insane to the point that I hurt my back because I was so into folk dancing on Tuesday and popped tylenol like candy for the rest of the week. Oh, and the huge water fight with the yellow boys shouldn't go unmentioned. Unfortunately, the numbers were not in my favor and I ended up soaked with nasty lake water by half a dozen 11 & 12 year-old boys. The "Stop! I'm a counselor!" line didn't work very well. No, I'd say that it didn't work at all, but I still think I put up a pretty good fight..
I'd have to say that being a camper is much more fun, but it was cool being in the counselor/staff group again. The people were so cool.... Andy, Peter, Jeff, Harvey, Sandra, Charlotte, Mason, Eric, Allen, David, Jimmy. Other than the fact that Andy's feet really smelled and we hid out in a tiny room the last night.
Yeah, about the last night... A night to remember. I shall never forget the prank that should/could have been. I think it's only appropriate that MVP (you guys know who I'm talking about) ruined our elaborate scheme. If our plan had to fail miserably, I'm glad that it was he who was the conduit to our downfall. Yeah, so about "our last night/the counselor prank/the plan that failed miserably," we stayed up all night trying not to fall asleep after sneaking out, taking a excessively long night hike, and ending up in the tiny back room of the auditorium 300 meters from our cabins. We pulled an all-nighter so that we could take our "10-test, 4- dollar fishing line that was sold to us by a retarded cashier in Big Bear" and tie all the room doors together, make invisible trip lines, and essentially create an elaborate trap for the poor campers. Unfortunately, we were foiled and were all in big doo-doo.
Top it all off with a long bus ride back to the cultural center in a packed bus with no air conditioning. All in all, definitely a week to remember.
(pictures from camp)
Let me just start off by saying that I really reallllly wanted to be a camper, and nota counselor. Unfortunately, I was born five years too early, otherwise this would have been my sixth year as a camper (one year I was a newsletter editor). I kinda live out my fantasy through my campers, the poor yellow girls. I went Nazi with the flag... I wish I'd taken a picture, and then I made my girls practice the skits and cheers insanely because they were good sports about it.
Insane to the point that I hurt my back because I was so into folk dancing on Tuesday and popped tylenol like candy for the rest of the week. Oh, and the huge water fight with the yellow boys shouldn't go unmentioned. Unfortunately, the numbers were not in my favor and I ended up soaked with nasty lake water by half a dozen 11 & 12 year-old boys. The "Stop! I'm a counselor!" line didn't work very well. No, I'd say that it didn't work at all, but I still think I put up a pretty good fight..
I'd have to say that being a camper is much more fun, but it was cool being in the counselor/staff group again. The people were so cool.... Andy, Peter, Jeff, Harvey, Sandra, Charlotte, Mason, Eric, Allen, David, Jimmy. Other than the fact that Andy's feet really smelled and we hid out in a tiny room the last night.
Yeah, about the last night... A night to remember. I shall never forget the prank that should/could have been. I think it's only appropriate that MVP (you guys know who I'm talking about) ruined our elaborate scheme. If our plan had to fail miserably, I'm glad that it was he who was the conduit to our downfall. Yeah, so about "our last night/the counselor prank/the plan that failed miserably," we stayed up all night trying not to fall asleep after sneaking out, taking a excessively long night hike, and ending up in the tiny back room of the auditorium 300 meters from our cabins. We pulled an all-nighter so that we could take our "10-test, 4- dollar fishing line that was sold to us by a retarded cashier in Big Bear" and tie all the room doors together, make invisible trip lines, and essentially create an elaborate trap for the poor campers. Unfortunately, we were foiled and were all in big doo-doo.
Top it all off with a long bus ride back to the cultural center in a packed bus with no air conditioning. All in all, definitely a week to remember.
(pictures from camp)