POINT OF ORDER: I am super tired right now and basically haven’t reliably slept in the past five days.  The following most likely contains spelling errors, grammatical errors, etc, but I am so tired right now that I’m actually falling asleep as I type.  I totes promise I’ll proofread it when I wake up in the morning.

 

So I’m not feeling too hot right now.  Some of that has to do with the cantaloupe rinds situation, but a ton of it has to do with the fact that I got less sleep during my summer camp’s color war than I have in my six years of being a judge.

Through a bunch of unfortunate circumstances, I ended up going to bed around 4am for the last five nights and waking up at 7, which has left me pretty burnt out.

Apologies for the lack of a proper comic.

To make up for it, here are some stories from Color War!

Let’s start off with a quick one.  You might have seen Friday’s Kat’s Korner post that showed a work-in-progress flag for the gold team (Golden Hydra), but I didn’t have one of the blue team’s.  Anyway, the blue team’s name was Blue Lightning, and they had really neat cheer that they’d use pretty often.

Liam, a counselor on the blue team, would stand up and yell, “LIGHTNING STRIIIIIIIIIIKE!”

and all the kids would scream, “BOOM!” in response.

For their team presentation, they had a cheer in which campers had letters painted under their shirts.  One yelled “lightning strike!” and when they said “boom!” they lifted their shirts up to reveal B-O-O-M…

only, they choreographed it the wrong way.  What we saw was, “LIGHTNING STRIIIIIIIIIKE!”

M-O-O-B

Potentially embarrassing moment, you’d think, but they totally owned it.  From there on out, the lightning strike called would be followed up by every single one of their campers yelling “MOOB!”

Heck, they even painted “moob” on their chariot.

Next up, pants.

This one is from Saturday night.  My plan was to have all my work done by midnight, return to my cabin, take a shower, and then go to bed.

Here’s what happened instead: one team was having administrative issues that we helped fix, but the vast amount of problems we faced sparked a two hour discussion that didn’t wrap up until around 2am, at which point I had to make my way to the computer room and upload the day’s camp photos.

“I think I’m nearing my breaking point,” I said to my friend Arno along the way, “all its’ going to take is one silly bit of nonsense that will set me off.”

When I bent down to connect a power cord, my pants split down the butt.

I don’t remember exactly what I said in that moment, but I started yelling/freaking out.

Pants… I miss you!

Finally (for now), silent lunch.  During the meal, campers and counselors must remain quiet, any noise they make results in infractions, which hurts their team.  As judges, we try to get them to make noise.

Historically, judges would pour beverages/food on people in order to get them to make a sound.

This year, I took a different approach, I was making kids laugh by doing stuff to myself.

“Stuff” included but is not limited to:

• rubbing hamburger meat all over my face
• dipping a banana in hamburger grease, then eating it
• pouring insanely too much salad dressing on my food right before eating it

and the big one…eating the rind of a cantaloupe, then drinking three cups of vinegar.

In my defense, every kid I performed this feat for laughed/made noise, so it was all worth it…

…but I did spend a lot of time sitting on the couch moaning.