12 Days Of Summer Camp

Day 5

I wake up on day 5 and I immediately notice something wrong. My pillow is soaking wet and it feels like I am sleeping in a swimming pool. I slowly sit myself up, only to find our entire tent is flooded about three centimetres off the ground. At this point, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Then it hits me

SAVE THE FOOD!!!

I immediately jump out of my sleeping bag (although it felt like I was sleeping inside a water bed) and grab all the food and try to hold it above the water. This food was the only thing that was keeping me going through out this camp. On a sad day, I would turn to the food, on a good day; I would turn to the food. Except, there hasn’t been one good day so far. I load all the food in the suitcase and got everyone’s luggage out of the tent.

I stood outside the tent, looking into it. All of the rainwater had entered through the damn hole I should’ve fixed at the beginning. Now, I’ve got myself into one of the biggest messes I can possibly imagine.

I looked into the tent. There were some weird creatures floating around in the water and some worms crawling on the walls of the tent. I immediately gagged thinking of what other crap might have entered my sleeping bag. I tried to hold the thoughts back and focus on what I had to do.

I immediately turned into one of those weird determined people who would even leave one of their own men behind just to get the job done. I was giving orders left and right because I was determined to get the swamp from Dagobah out of my tent. I swear I saw the swamp creature swimming around in there. Or maybe that was just water current.....

Anyway, I grabbed a mop and started to soak up all the water out of the tent. I was kind of useless during this part because I was unable to squeeze the water out of the mop for some reason, I must have been weak from the lack of nourishment. So I passed that job off to my friend while I relocated all of the luggage into the hall to dry.

Then, the last person I wanted to see walked into the hall. It was the instructor that wouldn’t help me out of the lake and was yelling at us while we were putting our tents in. You know what? She’s probably going to be in this story a lot so I’m going to refer to her as Bella because she's a bitch. Get it? Bitch, like the dog? Alot of dogs are called Bella.......

 At this point I just know something bad is going to go down. She walks over to me and actually has the nerve to tell me that we can’t keep our luggage in the hall because that’s what our tents are for. Well excuse me! Look at this big shot walking around with dry clothes and a good night’s sleep because she wasn’t awoken by the gross feeling of something slimy up her arm! I tried to explain to her it was just for one day until everything dried up but she said we should have taken better care of our tent. I’m just going to stop right there for a moment, because what she just said was incredibly stupid. I’m going to repeat what she just said one more time,

“You should have taken better care of your tent”

Ok asswipe, the reason all our luggage is in this hall is because we’re cleaning up the tent. Wouldn’t that in fact mean I am taking care of the tent??? Or do you expect all the maintenance to be done while you’re roasting marshmallows by your fire place inside your heated cabin?

I’m just lucky one of my friends was with me to hold me back or else I probably would have sucker punched her and given her a double leg take down. Even if I did do that, it wouldn’t make up for the hell I’ve been through so far.

So I wheel all the luggage back to the tent and the water levels have dropped down to about one centimetre. We are then forced to stop due to lunch and I am completely dreading what the meal will be. 

I approach the dining room (which is the same room as the hall) terrified of what torture I might have to go through. I look in the kitchen, and I find the menu for today’s lunch is canned soup. Seriously? Canned soup? Is this place really that cheap and lazy they cannot first of all, buy a decent meal and second of all, HIRE SOME COOKS??? Did I fail to mention this at the beginning? The campsite has no cooks, everything we make is supposed to be done ourselves using as little electricity and gas as possible because the campsite can’t afford it. So I heat up my soup on the stupid camp stoves I cooked my noodles on and it looked like dog food. I got chunky beef but to me it looked, and tasted like chunky dog shit. I struggled to swallow it, was there no mercy at this place?? I walked over to the bin and looked left, right and behind me before I basically poured all of it into the trash. Then I also noticed everyone else had done that too. Good, so it wasn’t just me.

After lunch we finished cleaning our tent and moved everything back in. All of our stuff was still wet but don’t blame it on me, blame it on Bella. Oh gosh, how was I supposed to get through another 8 days of this??

Hope you enjoyed the fifth chapter! Dont forget to comment about some of your bad camping experiences