Summer Stories - Volume 6: I Really Am Going To Miss My Aching Feet

As we all know, I've been working at a day camp with the youngest group, the 6 and 7 year olds. While they can be a pain, and they really never listen, and they are somewhat violent in groups, I really enjoyed myself. I've gotten attached to those kids. They're all so cute. None of them can talk right - they all either lisp or can't pronounce their Rs. It's adorable. And they give good, albeit violent, hugs. They scream like girls(the boys), and get covered in dirt(the girls). They are all good kids. And I'm really sad that tomorrow is my last day.
I'm going to miss a lot of the interns too. I may not know all of you that well, but seriously guys, I know you will never read this, but I love you all to bits and you're all really cool. So thanks for making the past two weeks some of the more enjoyable ones I've spent in my life.
Thanks for putting up with my weirdness.
Thanks for bitching with me about the directer of the camp.
Thanks for laughing at my jokes.
Thanks for stealing animal crackers with me.
Thanks for forgetting my name.
Thanks for liking the same music I do.
Thanks for Who Wants To Be A Millionaire during fishing.
Thanks for being people who I can relate to.
Just thanks, I guess.
Thanks.
~Elle

Summer Stories - Volume 5: Honestly, It Was Just Like Babysitting Sixteen Six Year Olds...Actually, That Was EXACTLY What It Was Like!

So today was my first day at my first paying job ever!
Hooray!
I'm a counselor at a camp that I've been attending as a camper for the past five years, and now I'm getting paid! I've got the 6 and 7 year-olds, and let me tell you, they do not stop kicking! They honestly have so much energy, I have no idea!
And I woke up at three in the morning and it's 8:03 PM right now so I've been awake for fifteen hours, but not the right fifteen hours, so I'm super tired but I don't want to go to bed because then I'll wake up at three again!
I've gone over this.
It's happened to me before!
So I'm going to go hold my eyelids open with tape and pour cold water over my head to keep me awake.
Happy Monday!
~Elle

Summer Stories - Volume 4: I'm Seriously Beginning To Doubt Myself. Oh, And I Hate Rain.

So, I was wondering.
If you read my blog could you give me a shout-out in the comments?
It would mean a lot to know that you actually read this sometimes pointless, sometimes stupid, sometimes funny(I hope) drivel I spout.
So, if you could do that, that would be really, really cool and stuff.
Thanks.
Oh, and I am so mad because I was supposed to go to an outdoor concert today, but it started to rain and I'm really upset.
Oh well.
See ya.
~Elle

Summer Stories - Volume 3: I Didn't Fall Off A Porch! I Was Attacked By Vicious Squirrels In The Forest!

I've mentioned that I was clumsy before, right?
I mean, http://confessionsofelle112.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-chairs-jump-out-at-you-too.html, click here.
I've been writing about it since I started this blog.
Anyway, I think that this is actually a lesson in the choices you make directly affecting your life.
So I was over my friend Hannah's house. I don't think I've told any of my crazy friend Hannah from Hamilton stories on this blog yet. Just you wait. I will.
Anywho, I was over Hannah's house, and she was at soccer practice, so her older sister Rachel and I decide to walk to Crosby's (a food supplier store.) and get cookie dough and ice cream, because that is what girls eat at sleepovers. I don't know why. I think we just have a psychological need to stuff our faces.
So we're leaving the house, and I decided NOT TO PUT ON MY HIGH TOP CONVERSE THAT PROBABLY WOULD HAVE PREVENTED THIS TRAGEDY! Instead, I wore a pair of Hannah's flip flops, and she's a shoe size bigger than mine.
Here's where the tragedy occurs.
Hannah lives in this huge farmhouse that has about forty rooms and is all around amazing, but the porch is really tall, and I'm really... not tall.
And I'm not coordinated.
So I step off the porch, but because I'm nearsighted and I never wear my glasses, I misjudged where the ground would be.
And THOSE STUPID SHOES!
So I land on the ground and my right ankle rolls and makes a horrible cracking noise that really shouldn't be associated with bodily parts seeing as it was really sickening and then I was in the dirt. I honestly think I blacked out for a second, it hurt so badly.
Then Hannah's two dogs, Megan and Molly, decided that then would be a good time to attack me with their tongues. I was just lying on the ground with two dogs licking me all over and my ankle starting to swell up when Rachel turns around. I really think that she panicked and didn't know what to do, so she starts telling me the story of how she fell a few days ago and hit a bird bath while I'm on the ground clutching my ankle being attacked by dogs tongues.
Finally she asked if I was OK, and I said that I thought I was, but my ankle just hurt a little. So I decided to go to Crosby's with her. It was about three miles to Crosby's, and I walked all the way there and all the way back.
That is six miles, my friends, for those of you who are horrible at math, like me.
Yes, I walked six miles with a sprained ankle.
Not the brightest idea I've ever had.
Yeah.
You know, that is probably why it's still sprained badly.
I'm a genius.
So, squirrels or no squirrels, I sprained my ankle and I have two work in a camp in the woods for two weeks where there are roots just waiting to trip me.
I, personally, can't wait.
Happy Belated Fourth of July.
~Elle