The Forgetful Beaver

Ok, here I am again, at home. I came home, and this was the one time I planned to be here. I still forgot my notebook. I'll have to give it too my dad tomorrow. My two new poems should be on here soon. I know I've been saying that for quite a while now.

So, this week I got a new nick-name. Someone looked at me one night and said, "You know, I think I'm gonna start calling you Angry Beaver!" So, now I'm not only Trevor, I'm The Angry Beaver. Unfortunately, I'm very forgetful. I've renamed myself The Forgetful Beaver. No one will accept it. Oh well.

I looked in my notebook, there are only two poems, the third one is still a work in process. It may take a while. I don't know if I'll even finish it. I may scrap it. It's not that great. Otherwise, I like the other two. They aren't my favorites, but I at least like them, and if you've ever talked to me about my poetry, that's saying a lot.

Well, my foot's healing all good now, though I still can't swim. I did get to go canoeing this week. That was fun. I havn't gone canoeing in a while. I had to put my foot in a plastic bag, though.

As for the rest of the week, it was pretty routine. Wait, I did get my brotherhood. For all of you that have no idea about scouting, it's like level two in the Order of the Arrow. There are only three levels. Other then that, it was an ordinary week. It rained a lot, but we made it through.

I'm sad, though, because for the first two weeks, I was getting a letter every other day. These past two weeks I've received one.

Well, I hope everyone out there is having a great summer, hopefully my new poems will be on here in a few days, because by now they're not exactly new. I wrote them about a month ago now. Sorry about that.

I'm outtie,
Joshua/Trevor/TheAngryBeaver

Hey! That's Not Grass!

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