Year 11 Camp

Wouldn't you know?

Year 11 Camp got postponed. We rocked up on Wednesday, fought through Period 1-4, aaaaand were told at lunchtime that Period 5-6 were happening because 140km/h winds blew trees down and the main road to Rawson Village was blocked. Ouch. So we lugged ourselves home and back on Thursday morning at 7.30am to get on the bus for a one night stay. I read Scream 1-4 plot summaries with Joyee on the bus. Heh. Arrived only to find out that I couldn't room with Viv and Isabel. I reckon I could have started crying. I know. How immature. But I just felt this bubbling rage and frustration and just utter disappointment. Furthermore, there was a power outage, so we ate dinner in the dark, blindly shovelling food into our tummies.

Yes, doesn't sound like a great camp does it? But it wasn't as bad. We had two Initiative activities where we played games that tried to get us to think out of the box. Like trying to fit 24 people on a little wooden square. And we had bushwalking, where I got a lovely long cut on my calf. I did get to talk to Wen Ping and teach Zee a little french. :) Then aerobics with Mrs Speedy. Oh. My. Goodness. It was exhausting. An hour of non-stop jumping and flailing arms. I was literally trembling with fatigue by the end. Luckily they ended it with a session with Mrs Friend; in which we just laid down and slept to soothing music and a voice that kind of melted into the background. We listened to Sonya talk about 'safe partying' that night. Honestly speaking, she was a really good public speaker. She could make us laugh and cry while getting the point across.

Attempted to dance Gangnam style in Viv's room while munching on shapes and Teddy Bears. :D Biked around the lake on Friday. OH and the PLC's top role model activity. Our team won with Ms Give it your best shot! I was somehow made coordinator. Me, with my lack of leadership abilities. LOL. Not that I did much. But it was fun. :) The bus ride home with Isabel was fun. Idk. I like talking to her. It's... grounding? Idk. I like the things we talk about. They just feel worth talking about, you know? Even if it is random opinions about music.

Rather pleasant.
It was an averted potential disaster.
Erica