The next day was a typical tuesday. The younger kids went to the library and the older groups (mine and lauren's) stayed behind and tried to get the kids to play a game for more than 5 minutes. (didn't happen). and then we went to the pool, and I stepped in poo in the locker rooms. And by poo, i mean human poo. It reeked. and i was bare foot. YUCK. I told Bonnie (Camp A lifeguard) that there was poo on the floor of the locker room and she goes "Don't tell ME that!!! I don't want to clean it up!!!" I thought it was kind of funny, but I still wasn't happy about stepping in poo.
After camp, day camp and CDC counselors went to Ms. Candece's house for a "BBQ". Unfortunately, there were 4 kids there, so we still had to use camp names. Holli's really bad at that (they don't use camp names in CDC) so she shouted Jon's name out like a hundred times, but was able to convince the kids that she'd been saying "Ron". There was also a cute little 3 yr old there (Ms. Candece's daughter) named Greenleigh. She goes up to the towel I was laying on and points to the design on it, which was a purple background with red designs. And with her cute little voice, she says "Red and purple don't match." And I started cracking up. Definitely was not expecting that.
Needless to say, I didn't get a nap that night either.
Wednesday was supposed to be field trip day, but since we weren't allowed to go to the Prehistoric Park- because base security checked it out and deemed it unsafe since there was only one entrance/exit- we had a carnival at the SAC. It was a good idea.... in theory.
In the morning, I had a talk with the kids, telling them that whoever wins the morning activities (which were bowling, bean bag toss, frisbee throw, etc.) would get a prize but that everyone would eventually get a prize. Literally a half an hour later, when I gave out the first 2 prizes, the whole group flipped out, whining "I didn't even get a prize!" and a bunch of them said they refused to play any more games since they would never get a prize. Now, that was fun. So then me and Ms. Candece had to have a little chat about sportsmanship with them, and they were pretty good after that.
Then at lunch, a whole bunch of them go "We were supposed to bring swim suits???" And I was like "DUH!". I had told them the day before AND that morning. And their parents should have known. So I had to send them out one at a time to poor Ms. Sol so they could call their parents. Then for the afternoon activities, we go straight out to the dunk tank. Oh, joy. And since Ms. Candece conveniently didn't have a swimsuit (she doesn't own one, actually), I had the lucky job of being the one dunked.... for a half an hour. The kids loved it. Me, not so much. First of all, I had no idea how the dang thing worked, so I got hit in the back and my fingers almost got smashed before I figured it out. And the dang thing kept going when no one even hit the button!!!! ARG! Besides all that, it was so NERVE-WRACKING. Every time a kid threw the ball, I jumped. I almost fell into the water a couple times just because of that. Its not that it was all-that-horrible to be dunked, it was just the anticipation of it that got you.
Then we played water games and had snow cones and played on a bounce house. By the time we went in for snack, I was just a tad stressed. I hadn't gotten a break at lunch (even though I should have), but I wasn't going to say anything since everyone was working really hard. But at snack time, I was like "screw it. I need a break." So I got one, and it was really nice. Then I made Jon and Andy promise that when my group went to the dunk tank again that one of them would go with me and trade off so I wouldn't have to do it the whole time. And so when it was my groups turn, Andy got dunked about 3 times (like 2 minutes in) and calls me over to say "It hurts my balls!!!" And I was like "Okay. let's keep going". And he says, "I don't think you understand. It HURTS MY BALLS." I said "Fine. One more time then." He looked at me like I was crazy, but I figured he could suck it up. So, basically I had to do the dunk tank for another half an hour. And this time, it was PAINFUL. Apparently, the water level had gone down throughout the day, and do you know what that means??? It means OUCH. Dang dunk tank. NEVER AGAIN!!!
But at least I can say I was in a dunk tank!
Oh, and another think that happened was a kid was going down the slide on the bounce house, and he was like hanging by his foot and wouldn't go down. He is normally a little trouble-maker, so I shouted "J, go down the slide please. Don't just hang there." After a couple seconds, I realized it didn't really look right. Apparently, his foot had gotten stuck on a strap and he was just hanging there and crying. I just realized it and said "Are you stuck?!?" and before I could even take a step forward, it was Carlos to the rescue. He jumped up there and unhooked J's foot. J was fine, but I was a little ticked that Carlos got there before me when I actually saw it first. It sucks being slow.
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