Camp Wannabitchsumor

This past weekend was spent at another camp. A couple of months ago I talked about a camp that me and Krystal volunteered at. Well James and a couple of his closest buddies decided to go and make their own camp program. We had so much fun at the previous camp that we decided to help out again. This time it would be our rules, our games, our ideas, and our say in what goes on in the camp. But it wasn’t a total success.

There were some things that went down that I wasn’t too happy about. First of all the “breed” of kids that participated in the camp were of a pedigree breed. Not so much “perfect and pure” but of wealthy upbringing. I’m assuming. I don’t think there could have been a whinier, spoiled, and disrespectful bunch of kids in one place. Everything was, “this is boring, I don’t wanna do this, why do we have too, can’t we just, and I want this and that.” It was pretty bad. I would say maybe 6-7 kids out of the 20 that we had were decent.

Then there was the “BITCH”. How one could become a BITCH at the young age of 12 is beyond me. I’m not exaggerating too. She was really a BITCH. And guess who’s group she was in. Actually she was ok when I first met her, a little shy, not sure of her communication skills in English or Japanese. We got off on the right foot since we both liked Naruto and we were talking about the show and stuff. But after we got to the camp she felt like she needed to start some popularity gang or something. She started to act really bitchy and what sealed my fate for the weekend was when we started playing with water guns. I was just shooting people and having fun when her friends tried to get me wet. I shot them with the gun, so she decided to come to me and kick me in the shin. Rule of thumb: If a person has a water gun, it’s probably not safe to kick them. She kicked me, so I shot her, in the face. HAHAHA. Anyway she puts on a dramatic performance on me shooting her in the eye and somehow the water gun had the intensity to chip her glasses. I never seen water do that but to her, it did. So from this point, I became the “bad guy” who chipped her glasses. (Which wasn’t true since no way water could do that, and the chip on the lenses were in the exact same place on both lenses.) So I was called names, kicked, and tormented but any kids that thought I was the bad guy. (All the girls) Anyway I tried to say I was sorry for shooting her in the face and she accused me of breaking her glasses. Then she said, “You better give me 200 dollars for these.” I was like sure, not matter what it costs, if I made them chip, I’ll pay. She looked a little startled but then I finished my response, “I’ll talk to your father and if in fact I did it, than I’ll pay whatever it costs.” Then she just said, “Oh well, I didn’t need it anyway.” Can you say BITCH?

The worst part was that she would influence all the kids that had nothing to do with it. Kind of like recruiting KKK members. I was able to break a few kids down but the majority of them still saw me as the guy that broke Mako-chan’s glasses but not really break them.

I guess the worst part of the camp was the food stuff. The one really good meal was that sandwich buffet where you could make whatever sandwich you wanted but then the self-made meals where close to disaster. The first night was barbeque. We were to make shish kebabs and roasted potato things but of course my group couldn’t handle it. The cutting up of the vegetables and meat were fine but when it came to cooking it everyting went downhill. The kids kept playing with the fire, which meant that they kept putting in new logs and sticks to make the flames huge. Anyone would know that when you cook over the open flame, all the flame does is cook the outside. This means you have a super burnt outside and raw inside. The meat therefore was all flash burned, the vegetables were burnt into charcoal, and nothing was edible. They were so impatient that they kept opening the foil of the potatoes so the potatoes were still raw after 2 hours of cooking. And the whole time when I’m trying to fix the chaos the kids were walking around complaining, “I want to eat food”. F’in bastards!

Overall the camp was fine, the kids were fed, they had shelter, and we did all the games and activities that were planned for the trip. The only thing is that I didn’t have fun. I felt that all I did during the camp were scold kids, clean after them, and suppress the rage that came because of the BITCH. At least during the last camp I got to have fun. There are a lot of things that we can do so much better for the next camp. We’re supposed to have a meeting to discuss the camp and all I can say is that I have a lot of stuff on my mind.

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