The boy scout motto is 'be prepared.' I was prepared for 6th grade camp from my experiences camping with boy scouts... we werent even camping we were in cabins. The most difficult part about 6th grade camp was the fact that I had to go naked to shower. This was my first time being naked and luckily there were individual showers cause things were a little confusing down there if you know what I mean. Anyway, this jerk guy Justin runs down to each shower and opens up the curtains. It wasn't like all of the guys saw, but it still was embarrassing. I think I yelled 'fag!'.

I think I remember a bunch of the guys having a huge pillow fight and us getting in trouble. I cant really remember all of the things that we did in 6th grade camp. I do remember that we learned how to make shapes out of a piece of string. I also remember something about square dancing in that cafeteria. I must not of had a lot of fun at 6th grade camp.

One day I was hanging out with Liz Pierce. I was a total retard and I decided to see if the iron that was unplugged was hot. It wasn?t plugged in, and yet I stuck my finger on it. It hurt soooooooo bad. I probably got a serious burn from it. Since then, I never touch iron heads. God, I was such a dumbass.

This was unbelievable!! I am just minding my own business one day at the lunch table with my friends and this guy (Justin the same guy that opened the shower curtain on me) decided to be a dick and told me to get up out of my seat. I told him no. 5 minutes later I feel a nice cold chocoloate drink getting pourn down my shirt. I got up and I probably yelled at him and/or pushed him. I cant even remember the details. Once we arrived in the principals office (Mr. Downey AKA "Thumbs") he basically didn?t understand my situation at all and he suspended me for three days. I am still pissed about this. :-P

One day I was probably hanging out bored on the playground and I decided to express my love for a lady. I decided to take a rock and scratch "I heart Liz (grant)" and then I did the dumbest thing. I wrote down D.K.R. I figured no one would ever figure it out. But a month or so later, Mr. McGuire figured it out and was really pissed he figured it out. He yelled at me and told me to grab a paint brush. I don?t remember ever painting the whole thing though. All in all it was an interesting stupid thing I did.