Alright, so here I am again, at home. Otherwise, where I was not expecting to be for another week or two. So, it's only been two weeks, wow. I just started week five, but then I had to leave. I'm not going to be at camp for the first day of program tomorrow, which bites, but I'm not getting disciplined for it. Actually, I had to come home. The grass is a little sharp on the far end of the aquatics area. Well, the nails sticking out of the log that's hidden in the grass is at least. So, I stepped on a nail, and I went to the hospital. The U-town hospital has got to be the worst hospital ever. I had to get an X-ray, and a tetanus shot. I wasn't allowed to walk on my foot in the hospital, so this guy wheeled me around in a wheelchair. He pushed the chair so slow. A baby could have crawled faster then this guy was pushing me. So I found out I may need surgery, which is why I'm back, for a second opinion. Otherwise, yesterday I got to shoot a twelve-gage shotgun with a professional, and of course Kevin Dowling. Kevin is my ultimate boss at camp. He's the reservation director, and some other fancy stuff. So, you know, spending a day with him is a good way to make yourself look good. I did terrible, though. Those clay pigeons are hard to hit, and they move fast. Oh well, a one hit for every five shots isn't that bad. Well, I have now two, or three poems I have to post. I still don't have them. I'll have to mail them home, and have my dad post them. Yeah, that will work. They should be here sometime within the next three weeks.
iChEeRaLoT, you are not boring.
Later,
Joshua/Trevor
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