the kids like it
can i get a big "phewwwww" from the congregation. yes, yes. it's so nice to be home among the knomes and white picket fences drizzled with the blood of neighborhood dogs (sorry, for the twisted fictionalization). so i'm back to wall-staring for a few days before i go back to prison. just joshing ya'. it's really not prison, i'm just infatuatuated with hyperboles. camp is rewarding me with a new kind of insanity. the kind which makes animal noises even when the children are not around. the kids in my cabin started to ask, "Are you OK??" kids are smart.
so i got promoted to Arts & Crafts. i don't think it's really a promotion, though, cause i don't get paid more; i just do less work but act like i do more, which is my forte (wish i knew how to put accent marks on). there's no AC in A&C so i'm drenched in paper mache, paint, and sweat all day. on top of that, the poopy pants kids wanna hang all over you from sunrise to sunset. my vocab is now limited to words that pertain to puking, peeing, and pooing. i know the bowel movements of everyone in camp. Why?? cause kids like to talk about things that gross everyone out, including themselves.
so i got promoted to Arts & Crafts. i don't think it's really a promotion, though, cause i don't get paid more; i just do less work but act like i do more, which is my forte (wish i knew how to put accent marks on). there's no AC in A&C so i'm drenched in paper mache, paint, and sweat all day. on top of that, the poopy pants kids wanna hang all over you from sunrise to sunset. my vocab is now limited to words that pertain to puking, peeing, and pooing. i know the bowel movements of everyone in camp. Why?? cause kids like to talk about things that gross everyone out, including themselves.