the end is drawing near.
From 7 yesterday to 7 this morning I was at Junior Campout. I'm still not sure if I had fun. There were some people I just wasn't in the mood to see, especially with the cognitive ability of my brain at 4 am in the morning after 21 hours without sleep. There were some people I wanted to see that I didn't get to, or couldn't talk to, because of the dumb idea of turning out the lights. As my friend noted acutely (dang she's sensible at 5 in the morning), it was all going pretty well, though not excitingly, until the lights went out. Then it was just a massive chill sesh. Literally. It got pretty dang cold and the ground got all wet.
Bad news was, some usually wonderful and kindhearted guys broke my new, massive 9-person tent that all the juniors camping on the field and the chaperons envied. We all know those people who are really very intelligent but have no common sense? Well bad things can happen when multiple people of that sort are let loose for 12 hours on a baseball field. Hopefully it can be permanently fixed soon.
Really, probably the most exciting event of the camp out was when I began to learn ukulele. Noticing little raised-up lines on the fingerboard, I asked what they were, to be met with stares of disbelief, and a dubious "You mean the frets...?" I thought, Oh wow, that's really helpful, and makes playing in tune much easier. AND THEN, I learned that guitar had it too! As they began to laugh at me, I indignantly replied that I had never touched a non-classical string instrument. Then it was THEIR turn to say, "WHAT? Violins don't have frets?" I responded in the negative, and they continued, "And the cello?" I now laughed myself; cello, with frets? Come on. So my friends now realize how much harder it is to play a classical string instrument [OH YEAH]. I'm not belittling the ability of guitar players, but I had always wondered how constantly out-of-tune violin players could transition so smoothly and with good intonation to the guitar. Definitely the most shocking and scandalous incident of the night.
The highlight of my entire 24 hours without sleep was definitely bowling. I actually consider myself a pretty good bowler; I can usually knock on average 8 pins each turn. I must really be losing my touch, though, because I ended up with a 75 yesterday, which is really quite hilarious, considering that I've always scored above 95. I had a blast riding in the back of a hot vintage El Camino [HYDE'S CAR FROM THAT 70s SHOW!] singing my heart out and having classmates stare in jealousy [or maybe confusion] as we drove by. I also ran out one car during a red light just to get an iPod from a friend in the other car, all while the girls in the backseat were screaming. I had my first Five Guys; the guys decided that they had a responsibility to educate one with such little culinary experience and took me there. The fries were very good, but they were really hot and burned my tongue.
I guess, now that I've written all this, campout wasn't to be missed. I learned a good couple of things, actually a lot, about human nature and different social environments. I hated to be so profound and speak on such heavy matters at what was supposed to be a fun event, but in the words of this hilarious ad, "Eet does notta rhyma, but eet ees the truth."
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