Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Well, I survived 5th grade camp! Barely. I was chaperoning 9 boys all by myself. Yes, 9.

I figure my job was to just keep everybody alive. And not kill anybody.

Mission accomplished.

But I wish I had a dollar for every time I yelled, "Walk!"

1 comment:

The Scarlet L said...

I'm impressed. I don't think I would ever have the courage.