Posting today from beautiful Lindsborg, Kan., home of the Bethany Swedes...
Yearbook camp Number ... Oh, hell, I've lost count.
It's going well so far - good kids who are engaged in what we are trying to do.
Living in the dorm is far from Shangri La, that's for sure. No TV, no internet access, prison beds, sheets and pillows, and this morning I shared my shower with 3 ginormous spiders.
Ick. I. Hate. Spiders.
01.05.23 Fifteen years
1 year ago
8 comments:
Damn. Sorry about the spiders. You are a trooper, girl. What doesn't kill you will make you stronger, you know? Good times ahead in the fall. Hang in there. We miss you.
You're so funny!! Won't you be a happy girl tomorrow night.
hey Jill - I thought of you yesterday morning. I was at the gym at my usual ungodly hour (5am) and sweaty McSweaterson was there. So I'm on the treadmill and there was NO ONE on any other treadmill. Sweaty comes over and guess where he chooses to run - of course - RIGHT beside me. I had to move my towel and I looked down after 10 minutes and the bottom of my treadmill was covered in sweat. I thought I was going to puke. That is too creepy - next time I am stopping the machine, getting off, and going to a diffrerent one!!
The good ol' days of journalism camp! Wow. What a blast from the past! Hope you have fun. If anything, you'll really appreciate your creature comforts once you return home. Best wishes with your new job, new house, etc. Please keep in touch!
I was at that camp summer of 1991. Upon every staff's arrival at registration, they'd photograph you as a group but would have everyone "lean" to one side. Then at the very end of the workshop they played "Lean On Me" while showing all the leaning group portraits (I think they also played Kodachrome). I placed a quarter on the train tracks that pass the outskirts of town and went back out the next day to find it smashed. It's still on my keychain to this day.
Hey Jill, check above the ceiling titles in your dorm room to see if the Coors Light cans we shoved up there to avoid our teacher's inspection during the 1983 camp are still there.
I went to that yearbook camp twice! ('90 and '91) All I really remember is lugging our ol' desktop apple computer and monitor there and having a different teacher with us each year — the first year a random English teacher who knew nothing about yearbook and the second year a business teacher who knew even less.
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