Today was definitely one of the most eventful days at camp. We ran the Perkey Mile, competed in different relay-races, and had a dance party.
The Perkey Mile went very well. Some campers chose to race, and others chose to run at an easy pace. The group of people I ran with decided to practice what we learned at camp, and it was really fun. As for the relays, there were a lot of water balloons involved. We had to run with them in between our knees, toss them to a partner, and we even got to throw them at the campers running with watermelon.
But those weren't the best parts of the day!
Here's where it gets interesting:
Today's dinner started out pretty normally. We gathered our semi-favorite meals on our plates, filled our cups with Gatorade or chocolate milk, and sat down at a table, squishing together so that everyone would be able to fit on the seats. We talked about normal things--food, school, food, you know, the important stuff--and ate our food as happily as we could (you can only enjoy cafeteria food so much).
Eddie, being the pensive person he is, brought up the topic of the "abnormal". Let me explain: here at NAU, there's a cornucopia of odd people. In fact, as my friend David claims, the word "odd" doesn't even begin to describe the people here. There are dancing lawn care-takers, bag-pipers, and band camp kids. They're all pretty unique, to say the least. Anyway, Eddie claimed that you could do anything, (okay, maybe not anything, like stacking men wouldn't catch on very well), and it'd be considered normal here. He decided to demonstrate.
Placing a mustard bottle on the top of his head, Eddie then began to change the world as we know it. He caused a wave in the ocean, so to speak. Billy, Alison, Brandon, David, Catherine, and myself all joined in. Pretty soon, everyone in the cafeteria--even an old couple--began to balance condiment bottles on top of their heads. And it was HILARIOUS. But as quickly as this awesome new movement began, it was shut down at just the same pace. The chef, and even the manager, came out to chide the silly children.
But no fear! The mustard movement shall live on!
Bo Reed campers: changing the world one mustard bottle at a time.
Zoe Urcadez
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