Third week of Summer:
Spent with Fifth Graders who thought I was cooler than I really was.
I was just the kitchen help!
I wasn't even a counselor, but they all thought I was.
I like them. They are great people.
I had no service whatsoever up there in the middle of nowhere.
Best thing about spending a week up there?
You end up with 16 Facebook Notifications,
22 text messages,
0 missed calls.
That's not the best part though.
I finally learned how to Boondoggle.
oh fifth graders... i remember those days...
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