Scout Camp starts TOMORROW!!!! And I am pretty much border line terrified. I did survive a handcart trek, and I've been to about four other years of camp...but they get worse every year. The other scouts get smaller and more immature, and less and less people I get along with come. This year there are only three people that I really hang out with going. I don't want to go!!!
Oh yeah and to brighten my outlook, my dad has to go to Florida this week, and since Mom is in Utah with Ethan, we can't leave my dear, sweet, kind (earlier ranted about) older brother home alone, so HE gets to go to Florida with my dad, and hang out in a nice hotel ON the beach WITH an outdoor swimming pool, AND within walking distance of several of the BEST fast food joints in the world. The worst part is that he'd rather spend the week at home in front of a computer screen the WHOLE time. Meanwhile I get to go spend a week with thousands of immature 12 year olds, who probably won't shower the whole week, eating cafeteria food (EVERY MEAL OF EVERY DAY), and who knows what other miserable experiences.
Is it obvious yet that I really, REALLY don't want to go to Scout Camp? If we had trek again, I'd do it, and if I could switch out with my brother, I would, but hey, I can't. So I guess I just have to grit my teeth, and go to Scout Camp...however much I dread it...and maybe, just maybe it'll be better than I expect. We'll just have to wait and see.
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