LARRY - so morning came, and about 6.30 we were awakened by someone, for which i do not know since i was really groggy. so we sat up and warmed up, then off we went to wash up. we had to wake the freshmen and get them ready for PT which was about 7.15.

PT was alright i guess, albeit the few who were lagging behind. There we were getting them going on, and hurrah, everyone completed the run. Next was breakfast for them, and many were quite dissatisfied with what the were to eat - hot dog buns, and that everyone just had one bun each. so it would be evident that people would like more, but aiden had told the campers in such a way it put off quite a number of people. i did not actually know how negative that was, until someone had brought it up. and yea, i would agree it was a little too much.

so next up was the telematch. hearties went first, and we were there cheering them almost all the whole way. they didn't come in first, but they ain't the last either. next then, were clubbies and 'mondies. everyone was, at this point, enthusiastic about the race. sweet it was, everybody was all in the games. it was really, really great to see my campers bonding and helping out each other in every way they can. but back at the grand stands, the hearties campers were "just too tired" to cheer the others on. fuck, i thought, we cheered for you guys with all our might, and you guys wouldn't even want to even try cherring for your mates? it was, a little sad.

we all gathered after the telematch and had lunch. hurrah, the dirty games were next! everybody was prepped up for it, and were more then ready for one of the best parts of the camp. off to our first station for clubbies, and we were all somthered with chili, mayo, vinegar and soy sauce. even us SLs were not spared from the wrath of the game masters. there i was, cursing that i wore FBTs to the games, since the concoction had entry straight to my undies. but hell yea, i enjoyed it.

next stop, the sacrificial station, or so i call it. we have a mate to stand at the grand stand and have the game master to pour water mixed with leftover food for the two days pour over our clubbies' offering. it was rather entertaining for me to see them panic over their mate, not only beacuse they were suffering, but also because the team did not want him to get soaked with the mixture as they answered the questi0oned wrongly. sweet it it was, until some muthafucking lecturer were giving our OCs a telling-off because we were dirtying (their) sports facilities. damned, it belongs to all of us man, we will clean it up once we are done. so get your ass off of our OCs and fuck off man.

many of the games were held at the track, so needless to say, we had to scram to the other stations that were not in the sport facilities. we went to kennedy's station and used up all of his waterbombs sonce we will be the last team to be there. and then we went to the butterhill station. it was fucking sweet to see our clubbies bond and assist each other so willingly and wholeheartedly. i could almost cry man. i was so darn happy!

next up, mass captain's ball. sweet chaotic game it was, throwing balls, adult diapers, balloons filled with ovatine, and mayo. unfortunately one of our ACES girl got hit but a basketball, and the game would be needed to be called off, and also since the game time was almost up. she was okay, just probably a little dazed. kennedy, and a few other helpers smothered the lot of us with mayo. i enjoyed the moisturizing therapy, but the smell was something to think about. it was so difficult to remove the mayo from the hair too.

i shall again for now, and continue in a bit. weare going off to our next class....!