I remember in sixth grade, a girl named Kayla (names changed for safety) started trying to cut with a plastic spork during lunch. Everyone at out table was horrified. We told the teacher, who told the counselor. I had no clue how she felt at the time. I wondered why. Now I know. I know now that she felt overwhelmed and trapped. I don't remember much about what happened the rest of the year, but I do know I saw her once in seventh grade. I hope she's doing better.
Now for a happy memory
The Great Gluten Escape. Synonymous with freedom and gluten free heaven. I've been six times. I remember my first time zip lining. I was so scared because to get up to the platform, you have to climb thirty or forty feet up a pole, with nothing supporting you but a harness connected to a pulley and the rungs. But once you get up to the top and see the veiw, then start zipping down the line through the trees, it's so liberating.
I hoped making this chapter would cheer me up. It didn't. I just miss camp more. I wish it wasn't so far away. Will I make it? Doubtful. But I know that if I do it will make me happy for a week.
