What I learned at camp II

What I learned at camp, this week:
-Never sand towards yourself
-Anything can be fixed with bailing twine, bleach, or ducttape
-What we have here is a failure to communicate
-If it ain't dirty, don't fix it
-Three ingredients to a BYC BBQ: Gas, a match, and lots of running distance
-Apparently, tornadoes can happen in central NY
-Every kitchen member freezes momentarily under a code blue (safety inspector)
-Tuesday is apparently random singing day
-Maria shouldn't drive the EZGo (just kidding)
-I shouldn't be allowed on failblog because I just wasted a half hour when I was supposed to be writing this...
-Mentally handicapped people are no different than the rest of us

So another week has gone by, and another lesson has been learned (I think). Well, I'm not sure; this week didn't leave me with as great an impression as last week. Anyway, this week was Precious Jewels week, the mentally handicapped week at camp (actually, it was the 40th anniversary of when the PJ program started) and it went off without any major hitches. Well, there was a tornado Monday (no damage done), and our assistant cook, who majorly runs the kitchen, has his dominant arm in a sling and isn't supposed to be in the kitchen anymore. My cabin's campers were fine. We had no problems with missing or belligerent campers, no bed wetting (sorry cabin 3!), and there was only one mess in the lav, and even that wasn't really bad. All in all, it was a fairly mellow week, just draining (we moved a lot of tables and chairs).
Every camper there seemed to be pretty coherent. When I was sitting through the training, i was picturing people who could barely function, but they seemed fine, just limited. A few of them couldn't talk well, others had motor skill problems, but only a handful (if that) seemed actually "disabled." I guess that's how it is in the real world.
Why are people so ignorant?
Anyhow, next week is the single Senior High week, dubbed "Precious Jewels Week II" by most of the staff, and I'm only semi-looking forward to it. Apparently, the campers don't respect the facilities, and I'm not crazy about reffing paintball as a guy... Well, it should be an experience nonetheless. Drop me a line if you need, no promises on a response though.