Disclaimer: the following rant is not meant against normal basketball players, campers, or enthusiasts, or anyone else who participates in basketball. It's meant against the current 200 or so Wartburg basketball campers. I'm complaining 'cause it'll make me feel better.
See, it's basketball camp here and I think I'm going to go go crazy. Yup: I get to fight through 200-300 sweaty, hungry, hormal teenage (5th-12th grades)... things... in order to get any food.
Grumble grumble basketball campers grumble inconsiderate hormonally-challenged twerps... grumble grumble it's my food, too! Grumble grumble hungry jerky jerk twerps. Grr!
And they don't have a sense of personal space, and the older ones apparently have never seen a young adult female before in their lives (well, some of the younger ones, too), and many of them wear those shirts that have been cut off so they really are just chest and back loincloths.
In ant news: I called Pete, the head of ResLife, and he must've called maintenence 'cause they came and sprayed and there's only been one ant since.
Class is going well... I think I might even be a little teeny tiny bit grateful my life has had such high school teachers as V and M who made us do the world's most intensive portfolios... 'cause now I can put together my portfolio for class piece of cake!
Pioneer Day on Friday... I'm making wagon wheel pasta salad. Who me? A dork? Yup.
Back to the grindsone.
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