Ch-ch-ch-changes

Eventful last few days: the camper who left for a short time came back, then we added a new camper who was attending a wedding in Alaska. Then another kid from my cabin got kicked out (that would be the 13-year-old con man) for possessing various kinds of contraband and stolen conservatory items. Then the kid who left because he was sick came back again. So I'm back to seven campers in my cabin.

One kid in my cabin has been particularly horrifying, just in terms of his lack of respect for anyone, including authority. I cannot adequately describe how infuriating it is. Even the very nicest kids in this camp make fun of him because of how he is. He complains that people are rude to him, and I can only tell him that he has been ruder by far to others than any other camper ever. In history. He's the reason I have to pray every single night for patience. So please pray for me on that score!

One thing, though: apparently, when I'm "getting on" people (that's how they say "yelling at," or "lecturing"), I'm hilarious. I noticed that my scolding style can best be described as Bill Cosby. So I was "getting on" this kid last night, and everyone else in my cabin is laughing (and agreeing with me). Sigh.

I haven't really been online much in the last few days, so I was not able to write about the most awesome thing ever. On Saturday, the kids' night program was Mission Impossible. Now, Mission Impossible is the following: The kids divide up into cabins, and they each get one of those plastic milk crates. They must run across the ball field toward the backstop. There, there is a blue tarp covered with baby oil, and a couple people holding tickets. The kids have to get the tickets, run back, and put the tickets on their crate. To motivate them, we lied and said the winning cabin would get an obscene amount of House Cup points.

The thing is, though, that on their way to get the tickets, they cannot be touched by silly string or water. And the entire ball field is covered with tables turned on their side, slip 'n' slides, and staff members holding cans of silly string, water guns, hundreds of water balloons, and a fire hose. When kids asked me who won, I said, "The staff." It. Was. Awesome. I want to play again. This must be employed at Harvest in some way. Seriously.

More later; let me know how you're doing! Whoever you are out there reading my blog.