Campsick

So Thursday, I finally broke down. I went to bed at 9:15. That's pretty much a record for me. And Friday after school, I came home and took a nap. So I'm doing ok in that department. However, Thursday SUCKED. Royally. I got a call from Abby. This was the official call. asking whether or not I was going to work at camp again next summer. I had to say no... That may not seem like a big deal, but to me it was heart-wrenchingly Terrible! It was like an Icy dagger plunged in my heart at the say time acid ate away my stomach. Aweful!!

You see, Camp is my home. While I was there, I never really got homesick. Here, I'm Reallly campsick. Camp saved my life this past summer. I Hated myself before I went. I came back with Soo much more self-confidence.

My brother is going to be on staff this year. I'm going to Try to go up for a few weeks.. but I don't know if it will work out. I REALLLY want it to!

Yesterday, I took John to his interview. I'm Very proud to say, I did Not cry. Not quite.