Monthly Archives: August 2008

Confusion or Unluckiness (AKA a Sleepover)

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I was having a sleepover party. An actual sleepover party. I was extremely happy at the prospect of having an actual party, so I invited some of my friends.

It was very important that all of my friends could come, so I came about and tried to arrange a time that could suit everyone. Therefore I tried to arrange a time that everyone could come to.

In the beginning, I settled with Friday night and the guests leaving on Saturday morning. But after I told everyone (and everyone agreed), I remembered I had Chinese school on Saturday morning.

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The Simon Says Game

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At the camp I was at, there were speakers. Since the camp was a church camp, it focused on talking about the Bible, God, and stuff like that. To do that, they would invite a guest speaker each year to the camp to talk about it.

This year’s guest speaker, I found out, was some people called the Skit Guys: Tommy Woodard and Eddie James.

They were supposed to be really funny, and we were about to find out. When we first arrived at camp, Tommy hadn’t arrived yet, so it was just Eddie. He decided to kick off the beginning of camp with a game of Simon Says.

We all stood up.

“Hi,” he said, “I’m Simon. Simon says put your hand on top of your head.”

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The Shampoo Mystery: Part 2

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continued from part 1.

“You! You did it!” Ben screeched, pointing a stubby finger at me, nose scrunched up, causing his glasses to be raised higher on his face. “You put shampoo in my shoes!”

“What?” I said, anger rising, “No I didn’t! What makes you think that?”

“You LAUGHED. You LAUGHED! You LAUGHED, because you knew that you did it, you—”

“No I didn’t! I told you, I never even knew that—”

“LIES!” Ben snapped, ignoring my protests. “LIES. It’s all lies.”

“I DIDN’T DO IT!” I bellowed, causing a lot of stares.

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The Shampoo Mystery: Part 1

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It was an enjoyable day at summer camp, and I was busy sleeping when everyone else was outside, doing archery, riding horses, or swimming. They were spending the two hours of free time like it was money, but I like to relax. It was the summer after all.

After taking a brief nap, I climbed out of my top-bunk in my cabin (the top bunks were always a favorite among people, because of how fun they were) and stepped out of the cool air-conditioned room.

Outside, the sun blazed down. It was amazing how hot it was, and the contrast between the heat and the cool of the cabin was simply astounding. But no matter: I walked away from my cabin. I was going to the great hall.

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A Lazy Day

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It was a glorious day at the camp I was at. It was comfortable enough, with the sunshine blazing in. it was free time, the only time in a day where all the kids could go do whatever they wanted to do. Freedom was such a glorious thing.

There were many attractions on the camp, including a swimming pool, archery, canoeing, blob jumping, horseback riding, dodgeball, and many other activities. Of all of these attractions, horseback riding was the most popular and required money as well as a form.

My father had turned in that form a little late (just before I boarded the bus to the camp), and had handed me $25.

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An Olympic Opening Ceremony

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On August 8th, 2008, I saw the opening ceremony of the 2008 Beijing Olympics, and I must say, it really was a Olympic-level opening ceremony.

Two-thousand and eight dancers prancing around the stadium, giant firework footsteps rampaging around Beijing, a huge LCD screen, enormous scrolls rolling out, Tai-Chi performers in perfect circles, and a human printing press: it was certainly a lot.

The Beijing 2008 Olympics is namely the most expensive sports event in human history, towering over Athens 2004’s expenses. As I watched the opening ceremony, my eyes got tired as the prancing and dancing ate into my alertness.

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Destroy the Egg

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It was the first time I was going to a camp; the first camp I had ever been to. And I was there.

The place was called Camp Buckner, and it was a strange little place northwest of Austin, TX. It had been a long five hour drive from Houston, but we had finally arrived. That night, we were all assembled in a hall, ready for another boring lecture.

Instead, however, we were told to assemble into our game teams, which were groups we had been assigned to. From our team, we picked the largest and smallest kids. Since I was at a middle-school camp, I was easily the smallest.

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