#yandex

Dear Friend,

Kid's camp is finally over and we can all breathe a sigh of relief. It's funny how for all my dislike toward organised mass activities (especially those involving kids), I have a terrible knack for getting myself involved in them. Perhaps my subconscious is eagerly seeking to reverse all the traumatic experiences I had at camps as a child by facing it head on through exposure therapy.

Well, I think I've certainly redeemed myself. All the water balloons and splashing and musical chairs and play fighting with the kids. I also think I'm done for the day. Possibly for an entire lifetime.

In the afternoon, we did a circle of forgiveness in the afternoon where we sat in a literal circle with the kids, and we all drew on slips of paper the times in our lives when someone had hurt us. One boy said he came from a poor family where there's never enough to eat, and it hurts whenever the kids at school eat their snacks in front of him and didn't offer him any. Another girl said a bunch of kids once ganged up on her at the seaside, splashing water at her face and calling her names. Whoa. I thought that kids in their perpetually confused state of minds don't register a single thing, but man…they do. In our Yandex ride home after dinner, Isaiah fished out a red vial of bubble solution from his pocket and started blowing bubbles out the window. He's such a crazy dude who's permanently high that sometimes I forget he's a human, too. I wonder what his mind registers.

Before bedtime, there a high-pitched shriek echoed down the hallway. Moments later, Wendy burst into the common room. The new mask that Suki had given her had backfired. Apparently, it was meant for Ahjummas, and it you are not one... well, your face turns into one.