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Date Posted: 00:08:57 08/09/03 Sat
Please note that this story is entirely true, and it all happened to me. It's about the worst week at camp ever.
And, apparently, a bad time at camp runs in the family, my daddy won the award for the most mice attracted to the cabin
my grandmother was thrown in the isolation cabin for saying
"Bhudda Bhudda thanks for the food-ah" when asked to say grace, and my great grandmother, who was a councillor, was kicked out for swimming across the lake, when the limit you could swim was 1/4 of the way out. But we all agreed that mine was the worst. Okay, here goes.
"But Mo-om, I don't wanna go!" I cried as my mother forced me into the bus headed to Camp Kenny. "Nonsense,"-shove-"dear. You'll love it"-shove-" there." Ah, the famous last words. But, even so, I surrendered to the pushes and boarded the bus. And, finally, after a century of driving with a madman at the wheel, we arrved at the camp. I already hated that place. We stepped out of the bus, all the other girls and me. And, after another two centuries of
a yapping head councillor, we were sorted into our cabins. I was put into C-23, along with a few other new girls and some senior girls. It was already getting dark out, when everyone was called out for campfire songs. I hated campfire songs. So, we all sat on logs around the fire, and one councillor suggested we sing the Camp Kenny song. And, I figured, I'll catch on after a few rounds, and everyone starts singing, "Nobody like us, nobody like us, we are the girls from Camp Ken-nee!" And here I thought they were singing "Nobody likes us" so I'm looking around, thinking, 'why are we singing about nobody liking us?' But I sung along anyways. And I'm sitting there, singing, "Nobody likes us, nobody likes us we are the girls
from Camp Ken-nee. Always a-grinnin', always a-winnin', always a-feelin' fine fine fine!" And the rest of the night proceeded to that tune. And, later, when we were getting dressed for bed, and the other girls started making fun of me, just because MY bra was a well-filled D-cup, and THEY were all sitting at A and B-cups. The next morning, we discovered that the boys from the camp across the lake had done an underwear raid, and all our bras and panties were hanging from the flagpole. Worse, everyone was pointing at one of MY bras, and going, "whose is that?" I HATED that place. We all got back our underwear, got dressed, and went into the canteen for breakfast, which tasted HORRIBLE. It was literally just glop. So then, after we had all eaten,
the head councillor came around, and told us to wash our dishes. And I was a spoiled, rich kid who had never BEEN
in a kitchen. After breakfast, we went outside to play Red Rover. So, we played. I was almost having an okay time, when the other side said, "Red Rover, Red Rover, we call
La-La over" so I ran. About halfway over, I tripped in a gopher hole, hurt my ankle, and knocked myself out cold.
By the time I woke up, it was already dark out, so I'm thinking, how long have I been out. And I woke up in time to hear one of the girls say, "Is she dead?" After supper that night, we were washing our dishes, when a TURTLE poked it's HEAD out of the dishwater! Apparently, someone had thought it would be funny if they put a turtle in the water. So, the next few days went along somewhat that way. But on the very last day, we had a "fun day", and the councillors made us all run up the stairs on the cliff,
jump off the cliff into the water, and repeat the process several times. But, I kept complaining that I didn't feel good. The councillor assured me that I'd be fine, but, just when I'd run up the stairs, I was about to jump off the cliff, when I bent over, and threw up, right at the feet of the councillor. I had sunstroke. And that was the last of the worst week of my life.
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