Yes, I'm back and yes, I'm ready to get back at blogging. Questions are not needed because you will never ask questions, because you probably don't care. But I care, so I'm going to write it down. Just as I want to. You can leave now if you want.
I've been through lots of things lately.
When someone says that, they usually mean something bad. Well, for me it was good and bad.
Camp. It was bitter-sweet. I made some good friends there, had a great teacher and had fun writing and reading, even when I was forced to. There, I made friends who were like me, nerds who like sci-fi and love anime. Everyone there is free to be who they are because everyone there is a nerd. And that's great. Seriously, I love this group so much. I've never felt like part of a group who was true to themselves before and this time I have. Nerds and Geeks are really amazing people, who are sweet, funny, smart and overall a great example. I would consider them to be the kind of people who are great friends. And at camp, I met people who I would always remember. The girl who wears a cape to class everyday, the girl who thinks she's a dementor, the boy who programs and the girl who owns cockroaches. So many people! The cheerleader who is lovely in every way, the girl who games! The girl with the awesome hat. Yeah, the boys didn't stand out as much but they were nice too.
My teacher was awesome too. He gave great advice while not making it boring, he gave us some good things to read, he asked us our opinion. Basically, a great teacher. I remember, the last day, we were watching a movie about quantum physics and then he burst into the room and shouts "This woman is crazy!". He pointed towards the screen at the lady talking. Let's just say that by the end of the day, we had called upon a 3,500 year old spirit warrior, accused a boy in our class to be possessed by a spirit and sent some spam mail that wasn't really spam but is was. Seriously, if that wasn't a great way of teaching, I don't know what is.
But the bad part, the prison after class.
You see, there were some issues.
They were mainly stealing and stuff, they also mentioned harassment but the counselors they were up in arms, accusing everyone of harassment and stealing. They were all upset. And they punished us. They threatened to cancel the dance (I personally don't care about this) and we couldn't walk alone anymore (I do care about this). One day we couldn't even go to activities, but it was alright since they forgave us that day and we could go back on our usual business. But seriously, I hated it. They were treating us like convicts, except convicts had at least an hour of freedom. Also, the paranoia of counselors sneaking into your rooms and watching you sleep. There was a rumor about this one counselor who would go around and knock on everybody's door to see if your sleeping since there were strict rules about going to bed. See, going around is kind of harsh already, what they were instructed to do was to go around an make sure the lights were off. But no. It gets worse. This person, if you didn't answer, would open your door with the master key and make sure you were asleep. So, yes, they watch you sleep. Seriously, I had nightmares about the all that week. I almost didn't want to go to sleep because I was so scared that someone would knock on our door then barge in.
I wouldn't say that I couldn't and wouldn't go back there again. But then again, jail had more freedom than that camp.
