Camp Journal: July 24 and 25, 1990
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muck_a_luckTHIS ENTRY IS NOT DIALUP-FRIENDLY!!!!
These are .jpg scans of pages of my journal from when I was a camp counselor at Gwynn Valley in the summer of 1990.
Disclaimer 1: I was 19!
Disclaimer 2: I was shy nerd, never been kissed, in love with everyone!
That said, I will be locking down the most embarrassing entries. Also, reserve the right to redact entries to protect the innocent.
July 24 and 25, 1990. Part of July 26. Lots of sick people. I rescue Franklin's hat. Rainy volleyball. Guys in towels. Other stuff.
This entry had a boo-boo in it. Follow the arrows.
In an extension of the hat rescue story, when I went down on that knee, it was a nasty mess. Completely ripped up, bloody, full of dust and gravel. Just nasty. So, as I recall, Franklin escorted me up to the doctor's house. There was the usual waiting room full of bee stings and minor scrapes. I was by far the worst, and all the kids were checking out my injury. Anyway, the doctor comes out with a big bottle of peroxide and a basin. She is clearly planning to dump the peroxide over my leg. She says, "It's not going to hurt!" looking exasperated. But I brace myself and screw up my face and get all ready for the pain and - it doesn't hurt! *snert* Just like cool water over the leg. Of course, it bubbled up and looked even more gross, but I actually started laughing at myself. My audience of campers and Franklin were very impressed. The doctor kinda rolled her eyes at me.
These are .jpg scans of pages of my journal from when I was a camp counselor at Gwynn Valley in the summer of 1990.
Disclaimer 1: I was 19!
Disclaimer 2: I was shy nerd, never been kissed, in love with everyone!
That said, I will be locking down the most embarrassing entries. Also, reserve the right to redact entries to protect the innocent.
July 24 and 25, 1990. Part of July 26. Lots of sick people. I rescue Franklin's hat. Rainy volleyball. Guys in towels. Other stuff.
This entry had a boo-boo in it. Follow the arrows.
In an extension of the hat rescue story, when I went down on that knee, it was a nasty mess. Completely ripped up, bloody, full of dust and gravel. Just nasty. So, as I recall, Franklin escorted me up to the doctor's house. There was the usual waiting room full of bee stings and minor scrapes. I was by far the worst, and all the kids were checking out my injury. Anyway, the doctor comes out with a big bottle of peroxide and a basin. She is clearly planning to dump the peroxide over my leg. She says, "It's not going to hurt!" looking exasperated. But I brace myself and screw up my face and get all ready for the pain and - it doesn't hurt! *snert* Just like cool water over the leg. Of course, it bubbled up and looked even more gross, but I actually started laughing at myself. My audience of campers and Franklin were very impressed. The doctor kinda rolled her eyes at me.
