OK so I spent like literally 2 hours on an entry detailing pretty much my entire camp experience because I never got around to doing that before. SO then they called me in for dinner and I left it up on the screen. After dinner Daddy decided to use the computer and he flippin deleted it! Arrrghhh! I knew I should have saved! Anyways, I guess I will go back over what it said. The shortened version anyway. First week Only LITs, CITs, and a few PDs like Phillip and Nancy were in the whole camp. The very first night we were there Loren, Caitlin, Abby, Angie, Becca, and I all crammed into 2 bunks and played 10 fingers until like 3 in the morning. WE were really loud and kinda pissed off a bunch of the people in the other room cause we kept them up and most of what we were talking about was definitely not filtered. And also we found out later that there was a nark listening and she went and told Phillip about how Abby got out really fast cause she had done a bunch of stuff. THat was definitely not cool. At all. Mostly we worked in the morning and hung out in the afternoon. We moved a lot of wood, turned a storage shed that was full of garbage into an arts and crafts room, tried to clean the stables and discovered the horses were just nasty, set up the blob and water trampoline, cleaned the beach, cleaned out the loft, did some work on the cabins, and basically got camp ready for campers. We also worked at a food drive and cleaned the church it was at, played with little kids at the y, and camped out in the rain on Goat Island. WE had a neverending scavenger hunt that left us lost in the middle of the woods near the cliffs, and then we had to sleep under the stars on a tarp. It started pouring about 2 in the morning and my sleeping bag filled up with water and Noah took us back to camp in the middle of the night on the pontoon boat. That was pretty much the most miserable I had ever been. Until week 2 anyway. But yeah so the first week was basically about getting to know each other and waiting for our campers to come. Second week Opening day was cool cause Caitlin and I stood at the very front gate handing out water to all the cars coming in and we were the very first people to greet all the campers. After all the car people came we went and greeted the bus and unloaded the stuff and took it to everyones cabins. So finally after that I was able to go in and meet all my campers. I remember I had been so excited all the first week because I was gonna be in cabin 4 which is the oldest girls cabin and they would be close to my age and like i could be friends with them but they would still look up to me. But when I walked in there I was like omigod this cannot be my cabin. There was seriously 4 normal girls in the whole thing. Out of 17. There was a bunch of goths who cut themselves in the middle of the cabin, including one who refused to talk, one who used to be in an insane asylum, and one who was 12 and told everyone she wasnt a virgin. I don't want to know if that was actually true. There was also 2 Iranian girls who were too young to be in the cabin but lied their way in anyway, one girl who looked like she was about 6 and never talked except when she asked our counselor what a tampon was (apparently she had never heard of one. 13 years old!), and a 6 foot tall muscular chick with huge shoulders and a deep voice (I swear she was a man) who liked to remind each of us that we were sexy in our own way. She also thought the song that goes You are my fire (backstreet boys.. you know) was Breathe in the fire and expected everyone to sing with her. Wierd. And we also had a couple psychotically hyper annoying clingy ones. CUte. So basically my cabin was a freak factory. The goths had caused so much drama that by the end of the week half the staff had been involved in talking to the girls and trying to get it worked out. Sweet kids really. SO that week was reallly long. Monday for our night out we went rafting in Tennessee with the Burton LITs who were pretty much biotches to us except for like 2 of the guys who actually got us ( Me, Caitlin, DR, and a couple of other people) to go out and dance in the rain with them. IT was one of the most fun things of life.. except for the fact that I got my only clothes soaking wet. It was ok though cause Tanner (one of the Burton LITs) gave me some shorts and i found an extra t shirt. The next day we went back to camp and ran out of gas in the middle of a busy road and caused an 18 wheeler to hit a little white van. Not the coolest morning. The rest of the week went by really slow and got increasingly sucky. Phillip left to go to a wedding Thursday and was gone Friday and by Friday night everyone missed him and their parents and friends so much that we were all crying at closing ceremonies even though we werent the ones leaving. Actually it was kind of because we werent the ones leaving. Friday sucked actually. Since Phillip was gone we had Johnny Danger as our substitute PD and he is soooo mean to LITs. Landon and I got in trouble (for something Landon did by the way, not me) and Johnny made us sprint around camp checking on coolers and cups and trash bags while timing us and then gave us a huge lecture that implied that we were being horrible LITs who are not worthy of being there etc and for our punishment we had to pick up seaweed for an hour and a half in silence. WE couldnt even talk to PDs or campers. For those of you who have never done this, it is nasty. The seaweed is full of leeches and crawfish and rotten fish and who knows what else. It looks like crap and smells rank and holds water which makes a bucket of it impossible to carry. When i carried the buckets they would knock against my legs and the sand on the sides would cut me. My campers would come up to me to say hi and I wouldnt even be able to turn around and look at them because i didnt want johnny to even think i was talking to them and because i didnt want them to see how upset i was. So I had to swat at them until they went away. THis really hurt me cause even though they were a little on the freaky side they were my campers and campers are the whole reason i was there. So then Noah came and started talkin to me and all I could do was stand there covered in mud and sand with my hair all in my face and my legs bleeding and look at him like an idiot. He was like wow i dont know whats goin on here but you look miserable and you shouldnt have to go to lunch like that and he ran back to his cabin and got shampoo so i could wash off on the back of his boat in the lake before lunch. It was still the most miserable 2 hours of my life but he really helped me feel better afterwards and be able to be cheerful in front of the cabin. He even offered to give me his lifeguard shirt because mine was white and see through and stained. Seriously, the guy is a god. Noah is the waterfront PD at camp by the way, and he is pretty much the hottest guy of life. But sadly even after that Friday was not a great day. I missed the dance cause I had KP, and I already told you how closing ceremonies went. Saturday was a lot better. It was dull but not painful at least.. Phillip wasnt back but thankfully Nathan took us on the weekend trip instead of Danger. He was sweet- after we got back we got like a 3 hour rest hour. We went on an exhilarating tour of a huge and wet and very much underground cave called Cathedral caverns. Robbie was the only reason that was even remotely entertaining. Third Week Opening day was kind of a blur. A bunch of people came and I introduced myself and brought kids' stuff into their cabins. This week was cabin 3 which is a little younger than I had the second week and thankfully a lot more normal. I got stuck teaching Cliff jumping (which I had never done before) and could not bring myself to jump off the highest one until the last day. I ended up doing a butt-flop. Which left a mark. A big purple one. But at least I got a camper to take a picture of me in midair jumping off the cliff cause it will probably never happen again. That was a good week- Night out was sooo much fun and people were getting along better than they had in week 2 and the weather was hot and beautiful. I got a few leeches, learned how to shoot a rifle and taught riflery class, and slept under the stars without getting rained on. It was a good campy week. Today Well we got to NC at like 11 45 this morning and I already made an entry since weve been here but it wasnt a very interesting one. Well today basically all I did was sit around until dinner and then after dinner I went out driving with Mom for a pretty long time. I drove to the graveyard and we walked around reading headstones of like my great great grandparents and distant relatives and the people they knew. I know its really wierd but it was kind of cool. It was a beautiful and peaceful afternoon for it too. The graveyard we went to is kind of funny cause the field it is in has a gravel driveway that goes all the way around the area where everyone is buried. Except for one person. Theres one grave on the other side of the driveway from all the others and it's actually pretty far away, closer to the edge of the woods than the gravel. My grandma said its because the person didnt get alon with any of those people and refused to be buried with them. Geez.. I hope im not that pissy when i get old. But anyways it's been a beautiful day and tomorrow I get to hang out with some of the locals lol.