• It was a 3 day and 2 night camp, a 'get-to-know-people and make-new-friends-for-life camp. With activities such as Archery and Climbing up a rope and even fishing. This camp was at the start of high-school, located in the bush inhabitted by deers and possums.

    Day 1, it was alright I guess we were told that we had kitchen duties and about the emergency bell. If the bell was heard ringing non-stop it was an emergency, get off your butt and run to this area. Etc Etc Etc.
    The first activities, (I think) were prussicking and archery. Nothing interesting here except of the wedgie you get climbing up the prussicking rope. Ouch. Fast forwarding to day 2.

    Day 2 was extremely exciting [and much more memorable], sailing AND dragon boating were on the same day, right after each other along with some getting to know other people activities;outdoors. It was sailing first. Hey, it wasn't that hard, I was in charge of tugging a few ropes and such, but overall it was a breeze. Oh my, that's right we were missing that extra importanté aspect of sailing the lovely breeze. The next few minutes where spent floating off somewhere, stuck in the family of seaweed until, voila! WIND! AIR! and yes, RAIN!

    Thank the heavens it was only light sprinkling, but with the droplets of rain building up near our feet it was as if we filled the boat with water. Other than the inside-fishtank, it was a lovely experience.

    Lunch time, with the starving number of students I was the last to get to the eating area managing to only eat ONE small cinnamon donut and warm water. Delicious.

    Dragonboating, was il hard. I was a pretty small girl and I was handed a huge oar. Thanks. I sat at the very back of the boat and paddled out of time. Yes, I was probably the weakling who didn't seem to like to cooperate, but atleast I tried. Up and down, up and down. My arms were tired by then, and I took a rest. The teacher in charge, yelled out to "the girl with the not-moving oar" to keep paddling. Hmpf, I'll show you paddling. Mwahahahhaaaa. BANG. I crashed the handle to my mouth. THE PAIN. Little did I know that while I had stopped paddling we were stuck on some sandy area. WHAT WAS IT WITH MY CAMP GROUP AND GETTING STUCK SOMEWHERE? We were to hop out of our boats while they try and move the boat around. The sand was soft and mushy, filling the inside of my shoes. Beautiful.

    Fast forward to bed time, skipping the vegetarian dinner and the getting-to-know people in your group out in the bush, in the rain in your huge 'penguin' raincoat.

    Bedtime. Finally. After all the rain and water it was time to lay my head down on a pillow and enjoy the silence in the dark. Oh my, you can't! Considering my friends were still ever so energetic. If you can't beat them join them. We were dancing around in our sleeping bags acting liked cocooned caterpillars turning into butterflies! How very mature. I was tired and dumped by sleeping bag on the floor, left the room to get some air. Little did I know that the 30 seconds I spent outside someone had done the unthinkable to my beloved sleeping bag.

    Yes, someone farted on it.

    As soon as I walked, it was silence and then someone blurted it out. In my anger and tiredness I through the sleeping bag across the room, turned off the lights and TRIED to sleep. Of course, out in the bush it was like Antarctica at night and IT WAS FREEZING. I WAS FREEZING MY BUTT OFF.

    Dozing off...ringRINGringRINGringRINGring...I swear I could see the Pilsbury Doughboy dancing at the end of my bed....ringRINGringRINGring...OH CRAP. It was the bell. I shot out of bed and yelled that I could hear the emergency bell ringing. A few giggling in my cabin. Fine, go perish in your death. I'm kidding.
    Everyone stopped laughing when we put on our shoes, our wet shoes, opened the door and heared the loug ringing of the bell. Told you so.

    We ran through this little grassy area, abundant of deer berries. Well in smarter terms deer droppings, deer poo, deer faeces, call them what you like but they were still stuck under your wet shoes making you slip face first. It was unbelievably chilly, running in your breezy boxer-pajama-shorts and sat on a damp, mouldy log. Giggling. Why were they giggling you might ask?

    Other then the fact that one of the firemen was in his boxers, annoyed, it was because the reason we were out there in the cold night was because the fire alarm in one of the rooms rang. Oh dear. Why did it ring? Because 'SOMEONE' sprayed body spray on the large moth that landed on the fire alarm.

    Intelligent.

    Everyone went back to their rooms annoyed and tired. Reflecting on that night, we ran through deer poo and sat on a log with people we didn't know because someone sprayed body spray on a friendly moth by the fire alarm. Ha, people we didn't know, in the night. I remembered that old song 'Strangers in the Night', little did I know that I was already singing a part of it and the other people walking with me heard and started laughing. I am now known as the girl who sings old-fashioned songs.

    The rest of the camp went by easily and with no problems. What a change.

    High School camp, is oh-so wonderful

    dramallama