Ok, here's the thing about my sister "moving out".
They only move out during the week, and then come home on the weekends Apparently this is cheaper for them, but seriously, I think it's just because they are stupid.
Every time they come home, I can't be on the computer because they bitch that I am on it and watching the tv at the same time. My argument is that if they want to watch tv they should go watch it in their room. They say the can't because the TV doesn't work, cable isn't hooked up, and "BECIDES," they say, "THERE IS NO SATILITE IN THERE."
My response to my father: "Get a new tv." "Hook up the cable" "FUNNY, I HEAR LAUGHTER IN MY HEAD, BUT I DON'T SEE WHAT'S FUNNY."
In the end they got the tv, and I still didn't leave....even after they turned it up so fucking loud that you could literally hear it outside the house, and watched 4 hours of COPS.
Idiots xD
Anywho, I found out what I'm doing at the Cub Scouts Day Camp this summer. I'm apparently a counselor. That scares me. Basically I'll be in charge of 8 eight year old boys. It's not the whole sex scandal thing I have a problem with, the "Two-deep" training takes care of that, but it's the question that keeps coming up: "What if one of them gets lost?"
Scares the fuck out of me to think about it. Aprox170 kids, and aprox.107 adults. Not bad, but I still am in charge of guiding 8 kids around for the afternoon/night. It goes back to what happened in HS when I was a teacher's aid on a field trip.
I was paired up with one of the "problem" kids (I didn't see it like that though...) and the other HS student aid was paired up with another kid (IMO, smartest kid in the class). Anywho, the other aid had to leave for some reason and I got stuck with her kid and mine. So we went to the play on the "castle". Me, being the paranoid person I am, stayed in the area to keep an eye on them.
I kept seeing the other kid and not mine, so I pulled him away, and asked him where the other kid was. He said: "Um......."
I freaked out.
"Ok, we need to go look for -----"
"Ok!"
So I was not panicking as much as I felt (I had surprisingly stayed calm), but this was in a park I knew had a few problems.
"What if the kid was kidnapped?" "What if he was killed?"
I went to the top of a "hill" and looked around for him.
"THERE HE IS!" the kid said
"Where?" I said flooded with a wave of relief
"In the Cheese Block!"
I looked at the cheese block, no kid.
*Pop!*
There was -----.
Relief like no other feeling. Then I wanted to kill him.
"-----!" I said marching over to him with the other kid in tow, "Where did you go?"
"I wanted to play on the swings!" he replied.
Mental image at time: *STRANGLE STRANGLE STRANGLE*
"Oh, well, you have to tell me when you want to go somewhere like that ok?"
"OK!" *Runs off in other direction*
Mental image: *oh my god...didn’t I just tell him.....?*
So that's why I fear this. The place that we are having the camp is huge, but it's not like it's in the middle of a big town, it's more like out in the middle of farm land. The thing is that there is a MAJOR highway there and they could become road kill easily.
DAMM IT. THESE KIDS ARN'T EVEN MINE xO
>_>
To end it all, I've also come to a conclusion:
Laundry is racist.