Hello fellow bloggerites! I am off to Camp Hanes this weekend for an Aquatic Jamboree. Oh, yeah. I did say jamboree.
In order for me to teach swim lessons at the YMCA this summer along with lifeguarding and all that jazz I need to attend the aquatic jamboree, where I will be learning how to properly teach swim lessons. I am taking stroke classes, and all kinds of other fun stuff.
Since I do not have a car at the moment, and my little brother decided to take the one vehicle I could take for the weekend to WV; I get to stay at Camp Hanes all weekend. Middle school style, y’all.
I am actually pretty excited to stay at camp and see what kind of “big kid” activities people do when they are 22 and not 12. To be honest, I know no details what so ever. I don’t know if I get fed, or not or who else is staying at camp {{I could be the only one}}, how old these people are or even how I am getting back. My mom is throwing a party and my dad just up and decided he wanted to go to the lake this weekend… so I just really hope somebody will be there to pick me up at 5pm on Sunday… cause if not, I do not even want to know how big a fit I will pitch. {{and if I don’t want to know… I promise you my dad doesn’t either}}
Being stranded at camp isn’t my idea of a great Sunday afternoon. Teachers don’t wait for your parents to show up when you are twenty-two, you are left to fend for yourself at this age.
I have my bathing suit, sheets, t-shirts and Brooks ready to go for the weekend! Camp is getting ready to be invaded by Vera Bradley and a ridiculous amount of monogrammed possessions. I will catch y’all on Sunday with a full report on what camp is like ten years later! 
