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Saturday, July 23, 2005

Yesterday I made one camper cry three times. Well, not exactly cry, but pout. This camper is s-p-o-i-l-e-d. And if he doesn't get what he wants, he sits in the corner, curls up into a ball, and pouts.

I personally don't mind him pouting. At least then he isn't bothering other campers (which he is usually doing unless he is pouting).

1st bout of pouting: Loading the bus on the way to the pool. Every time this camper is not able to sit next to his friend on the bus, he gets mad, and pouts. We load the kids onto the bus without any regard for who they want to sit with, because we reach capacity on the bus, so every seat must be filled. We can't work around who the kids want to sit with. So, since he didn't get to sit where he wanted, he pouted.

2nd bout of pouting: At the pool. This camper refuses to bring his own goggles to the pool, (but I know he owns some, because he brought them once). There is a box of lost-and-found goggles that the kids are allowed to use. He always takes a pair from that box to use. But then decides they aren't comfortable and asks, no, demands that someone get him another pair. One day he went through three pairs of goggles, which is ridiculous, and takes away lesson time from the other kids in his swimming group (when the instructor has to go get the goggles). This camper was happily wearing a pair of goggles, the same pair he had worn for the previous two days, when he decided that they weren't comfortable and he needed a new pair. I told him, and his instructors, that he could use the pair he already had, or he could use nothing. It was up to him. He got out of the pool and pouted. (Unfortunately, I left to take a different camper to the bathroom, and when I got back, they had gotten him another pair of goggles.)

3rd bout of pouting: On a trip to the bathroom. The bathrooms are set up in such a way that, from the hallway, you can see the sinks and paper-towel dispenser. This is very handy, because the counselors can monitor the boys while they are washing their hands. I always remind the campers to take only the paper-towel that they need. The paper-towels are dispensed from a roll, so they can take a little bit or a lot. The pouty camper took about six feet worth of paper-towel, which is obviously too much. I requested that he rip it in half, and give half to a different camper who had just washed his hands. Mr. Spoiled did not like being told what to do, and sat down in the middle of the hallway to pout.

Posted by Serene Chaos at 9:10:00 AM °°°

Friday, July 22, 2005

My sister: "[R], you woke me up by sneezing three days in a row! Stop sneezing!"

Allergies have been weird this summer. They usually don't get bad until late fall, but I've been sneezing non-stop in the mornings. And apparently waking my sister up on days when she wants to be sleeping in.

Posted by Serene Chaos at 6:34:00 PM °°°

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Today one of my campers licked my arm, and it took him three licks before I realized what he was doing.

Posted by Serene Chaos at 11:26:00 PM °°°

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

One of my campers came up to me during lunch, and whispered into my ear: "Your fourth nick-name is Captain Love."

Posted by Serene Chaos at 4:01:00 PM °°°

Sunday, July 17, 2005

Today I went shopping with my sister (she is 16). She had been wanting to go to Forever 21, a teen/young adult clothing store that is huge in size, pretty inexpensive in price, and organizes it's clothing by color, instead of style. It's basically mass chaos in the form of a clothing store. I had been wanting some inexpensive boring sleeveless shirts, so I went with her hoping to find something. (I got two tank tops for $5.80 each, so I succeeded.)

After that, we were wandering around the mall, looking for Dippin' Dots, (the ice-cream of the future). We bought it, then walked past a Claire's Accessories. The place that always advertises 'Free ear piercing with the purchase of a piercing kit!'

"You should get your cartilage pierced," my sister said to me.
"Heh, that would be funny," I laughed to her. We continued walking past the store, eating our Dippin' Dots ice-cream.
We looked at each other, then turned around and went back to Claire's.
"How much does a cartilage pierce cost?" I asked one of the workers, who looked to be about 17 years old. She told me.
My sister and I sat down on a bench outside the store to finish eating out ice-cream.
"You know," I said. "Getting my cartilage pierced would cost about the same thing as getting one expensive shirt."
"True. You should get one," my sister replied. She has been wanting a cartilage pierce, but my mom won't let her get one until she's old enough to sign the form herself. She wanted to live vicariously through me. "I wonder how long it would take mom and dad to discover that you got your cartilage pierced."
"They probably never would," I reasoned. "I'll come home from school for Thanksgiving break, and they'll be like, 'where'd that come from'."
"You should do it," she stated.
So I decided to go look at the earrings. I found a pair I liked. I had never, in my life, done anything spontaneous. Ignoring the fact that I didn't particularly want to get my cartilage pierced, I decided to do it. I hadn't spent much money this summer, and I hadn't made any purchase that I really regretted. It was time to make a purchase that I would regret later. Laughing hysterically, we went up to the counter.
"I would like to get my cartilage pierced," I told the assistant manager, who looked like she was at least my age. I had more confidence in her actually hitting the correct target than the rest of the teenaged workers there.

Ten minutes later, it was done.

I now have a cartilage piercing.

I don't know how long I'll keep the piercing in, since, like I said, I didn't actually want a cartilage piercing, I just wanted to do something spontaneous and theoretically kind of rebellious (um, yeah, emphasis on the "kind of" part).

But now I can both say I can be spontaneous, and throw away $40 at the drop-of-a-hat.

Posted by Serene Chaos at 5:39:00 PM °°°