Re: Oh, shit!
anonymous
June 27 2004, 01:10:52 UTC
See, the fun part of this camp was that, at the time, it was essentially “hippy” organized. They offered activities and you chose whether or not you wanted to do them. Which was cool, really, up until Kieran shot me in the back with a bow and arrow.
I was down by the lake, paddling around, closely supervised by caring counselors (who were all Scottish, acting as counselors on some sort of Camp Counselor exchange program that either didn’t make sense or was too complex for my young mind).
(Warning: Exaggerated Accent Ahead) “Och Aye, Machs, your time in the lake ez duhn. Row in yer boats and turn in yer lifevests.” So I did. The walk from the lake to the main campus took a while, so I sat and rested by the shore, looking out over the water. Big Colin (as opposed to just Colin, who was a little guy who worked in the kitchen), our lead counselor told me to head up to my cabin; it was getting dark, and he had to close up the dock.
I started walking up the trail, through the woods, and I heard a noise that sounded suspiciously like someone shouting “HEY FAGGOT” and then there was pain. Tons of pain. I veered off the path and into the woods, stumbling, doing what I always do when I’m in shock; it actually may’ve started right then and there.
I was down by the lake, paddling around, closely supervised by caring counselors (who were all Scottish, acting as counselors on some sort of Camp Counselor exchange program that either didn’t make sense or was too complex for my young mind).
(Warning: Exaggerated Accent Ahead)
“Och Aye, Machs, your time in the lake ez duhn. Row in yer boats and turn in yer lifevests.” So I did. The walk from the lake to the main campus took a while, so I sat and rested by the shore, looking out over the water. Big Colin (as opposed to just Colin, who was a little guy who worked in the kitchen), our lead counselor told me to head up to my cabin; it was getting dark, and he had to close up the dock.
I started walking up the trail, through the woods, and I heard a noise that sounded suspiciously like someone shouting “HEY FAGGOT” and then there was pain. Tons of pain. I veered off the path and into the woods, stumbling, doing what I always do when I’m in shock; it actually may’ve started right then and there.
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