Becuase the body is weak, and the mind strong

In honor of germss and their passing from one host to the other, I'm going to write about the times I/Maya was sick at camp. You see, I have written litelry nill about camp because up until....I dunno...like yesterday I'd get so upset whenever I talked about it, wirrting became pointless. I'm making this all very clear now because I"ve relized the nice crypticness I'm so very fond of is awesome at the time, and yet if I EVER wnat to know what the hell I was talking about i'm going to have to leave myself more then just hints.

And so, I now present you storys of Culver Military Academy Summer Schools Upper Camp, 2006.

If you became ill during your stay at Culver, it was customary you treck 2miles across the campus to the Health building. Were they would indeed confirm your suspicion of illness and charge you 12 dollars. The ONLY point to doing this was to get out of parade which was compeltly worth it.

but remember kids, this is me.

My bones ached, my skin was burning and I was freezing though it was probably only about 10929 degrees outside. *98 to be precise*. Something had been going around, something probably from Brazil no doubt. Those Brazilians always did the worst damage.

Throat rebellion, head aching I stood in that retreat for a good 40mins, shifting dutifly from paradae rest to attention. I was deteremend not to fall out, 8 others in my squad alone had already and though I longed for the golf cart to come get me I was too embaressed. Plus, I had promised Roo I'd go to the movie with her that night, and if you fell out you had to stay in your room.

So there I stood, swaying, wishing for death, in the longest retreat of hte summer. I didn't go to the movie that night. I slept in my room, only coming out for 'annoncments' at 10.

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Maya had been getting sick ever sense I had been getting better. A mixture of the flu and loathing for the classes she was in added to her discomfort. I ran into her in the hallway, announcing we'd have to do something to get someplace, and she announced she was skipping sailing.

Skipping sailing.

Do you know HOW jealous I was at that statment? what i would ahve given to just "skip sailing" My GOD the girl had guts. you did NOT want an Ensen after you for skipping.

But she did. And on my way back from Photography i grabbed her a popcicle.

Her disregarde for the rules inspired me. I stoped going to sailing. :D

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I remember it was raining. Hard. Becuase when it reains its not to much fun to be in an inter-lake the Ensens and Captains had kept us inside the navil building. 60 teenagers from just as many countrys cramed into a room merroring a subermine in style and design watching movies.

Now, becuase it was sailing, and we were in a navial building, Ensen.....something, I'll ask Sara later, brought in his personal collection of Navy war Movies. Todays selection was The ROCK and while I like the movie i was having none of it.

Scooting my way toward the door I made my way out into the rain. I had my poncho on, they told us what to wear you know and ponchos were definitly on the list today, and then I ran.

The Navail Building is about half a mile from Chatu Terre where I my room was. Classes were technicly still on, so I was the only one dumb enough to be runing along the lake line towards the dorm.

But I knew Sara had free period, and I knew she'd be in here bed all comfy and snuggly, and I knew she'd let me share the blanket.

And so thats the first day I skipped.
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OKay. I know thats boring and lame and pointless. But I want to remember it. So I'm writing it down. There.