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.
But I wish I had a dollar for every time I yelled, "Walk!"
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The Scarlet L
I'm impressed. I don't think I would ever have the courage.
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