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No one ever believes me, but a one-legged man did steal my creative writing at a school camp.
No one ever believes me, but a one-legged man did steal my creative writing at a school camp.
A decade later, the cruelty of 14-year-old girls is still unmatched.
I was mildly interested to realize that, in a theatre camp group having two male instructors, two male counselors, and two female counselors, there was not a person among us who liked women.
I experienced the concequences of failing to label the tupparware tubs containing both toothpaste and sunblock.
The last night of camp, when the counselor announced "If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands," no one clapped, but one kid did flip him off.
I went to nerd camp, and it might have been the best thing that's ever happened to me.