I had this nagging feeling lurking within me, telling me: "Erika...bloooooogggggggg..." and so yes, here I am. So hi, readers of my blog! How's it going? How are the wife and kids? (Most of you are unmarried, so should anyone care to comment and respond to those questions, feel free to pick any random wife/kids to tell me about.)
Camp life has been going fine...not too abnormal, etc. The end...see you next time!! Bye!
Haha, just kidding. Ahem, I feel like my brain has had too much sugar recently. Oh wait, I just ate cookies, so that explains it. Well anyhow. So today was a bit of a sad day--it was Caleb's last day here, meaning that for the rest of the week, I'll be teaching, and then for the following week, we're combining 5th and 6th grade and Ethan and I are somehow collaborating on that. It actually sounds like it'll be a lot of fun, but it will be considerably different. So I could use prayers as I adjust to new responsibilities (as could the rest of camp--a lot of staffers will be leaving over the next few days, so many people are stepping in, filling slots, or just working a heck of a lot more to cover empty places). It feels like it was just a few weeks ago that I hung up a beautiful space mural in the classroom and decorated it with aliens...and now in a couple days, I have to tear it all down. Don't worry, I have photographed it in all its artistic beauty, and may actually post said photos online. I'm totally bringing home the sign that says "Caution: Falling Children" and putting it somewhere.
Actually, I need to vent publicly about that sign: So I made it, and hung it outside the classroom. And you would not believe the number of people who have asked me the following question: "what does it mean?" Folks, I'm telling you that I've been trying to keep my sarcasm to a level where it's nice and not mean, but I struggle with staying nice when people ask me that. I usually turn into a jerk and say something like, "haha yeah, I understand...that sign is pretty ambiguous and subtle; I'd have trouble understanding it too. Basically though, what it means is that...CHILDREN MAY BE FALLING. DUH." Ahem. Is it really that hard to understand? Okay, I feel better now.
Today, I found a balloon and I got excited, so I picked it up, and I started drawing an eye on it to turn it into a whale. Then Caleb walked up behind me and popped it. So I yelled at him. He said he felt bad for about 5 seconds, which is about how long I felt bad after I put salt in Zach's water yesterday. Then I put sugar in his new cup of water and didn't feel bad at all, even when he had to get up again to get more water. I feel like a hardened criminal or something. Also, every time I'm walking around in the teepee with ice cubes, I just have an urge to run around and dump ice down people's shirts. So far I've restrained myself. I feel like the headlines would be horrific: "Camp of the Woods Staffer Goes Crazy After Picking Up Too Many Falling Children And Runs Around Putting Ice Down Guests' Shirts." Yeah, that'd be bad. Whew. Did I ever have too many cookies or what :P
So yeah. Looking forward to seeing a bunch of you in a week and a half! That is, if I survive...much less if the kids survive. I think I need to go do something productive now. I'm going to go make a sign that says "Warning: Contents May be Hot" to post on my college dorm door...provided my roommate doesn't mind. So, farewell!
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