Remember my old e-hug topic?
Well, as I stated there, everything became fine. Now I'd like to recall you my 5-day camp with the school that I had from Monday til' Friday.
You'll see why. The actual thing is at the end, but if you are interested in a good story about 70 15-year-old kids in a camp, then just continue to read
We went to a small village called Rimóc in order to do research about chosen topics. Great deal: we have to write a 5-page essay about our subject and it will mean 1/8 of our history grade at the end of the year.
We've been well separated by gender: the boys got the gym and the girls got 2 houses, one for 9 and one for the rest (30?) girls.
The first day featured "work" and a presentation made by the mayor himself. Note that he has been the mayor since 1990.
I am not going to detail the work and the "official" things, since those that are actually important in a camp are happening way behind the curtain.
The thing what was constantly revolving around these days for me was a lot of Yello music (La Habanera, Who's Gone? and others) what I constantly listened to on my mp3, and, most surprisingly, social life.
Monday night: my best friend asks for a "therapy". Of course, he began with "just one question", so I knew that I should get ready for a discussion that should get hold of half of my night. I was right - though the talk has been delayed by 1) 10-15 idiots jumping on each other in underwear, screaming loudly and the teachers who tried to stop them 2) my geek buddy who became offended to the fact that he wasn't allowed to join the discussion.
I guess that you can guess that the topic was a love affair...
My friend stated that he "got out with a girl" (oooh, they walked together for a whole hour, so sweet!) but he feels nothing even though the girl is cute and he is planning to continue this even though he has no emotions in that matter. It took me 1,5 hours to explain him that if he leaves this now then he will be a bit asshole-like, but if he continues and leaves months later, THEN he will be a real asshole.
So that's how this ended. On the next day, I had such a headache that I fell asleep before the teachers declared that its time to sleep - this is rather rare in a camp
On Wednesday, the real soap opera started, where I played some sort of a role like the priest in Shakespeare's classic
, as my friend declared to me that he successfully ended that incident but now he is really in love.
It is good to know that he asks my advice in this subject since we met in this school (approx. 2,5 years ago) so I knew that he already had an affair with this girl.
The situation was that they (too, as I remembered the situation on Monday
) had a very good time together, walked hand by hand (I don't know whether is this a correct expression in English or not) and he confronted him soon after dinner (on phone) that whether this is serious or not. She said that they'll discuss this tomorrow when they meet.
My friend was really sad. He was sure that he has no chance at the girl since she said nothing on phone. On the other side, I said that she might feel this being so important that she has to think about it. He had a "spy" in the "enemy camp" - a friend of him in the same house where the potentially loved one was (yes, another girl, but they're just friends). After exchanging a solid trillion of SMS-es (where the friend and I were trying to convince him that he should sleep and let the problems solve themselves) he got a last one what contained something like that:
"We will talk tomorrow, please go to sleep. LOVE"
(of course, this isn't an exact translation)
He almost started answering when I showed him that this message was sent by the girl he was interested in...
Another 30 minutes passed as he tried to convince me (thus probably himself) that this is a very good sign; so I think that as I managed to totally change his state of mind in approx. 1,5 hours, I am quite good
Of course, now they're together. Since the next day was the day of the tour in the mountains, they walked together the whole day. It was heartwarming to see them like that
But wait... the story isn't over yet
Well, since I felt like being a gentlemen (and a guy who was angry with his geek friend) I catched up with the "Monday girl" as I thought that she would be sad because of the way as these affairs went. Turns out that she was as happy as I (and many others) was, so we had a conversation (more like I made a stand-up performance what she was listening to, as I stated to her, but she disagreed) for approx. half an hour. After that she catched up with her girlfriend so I joined a few boy whom with I...
I forgot to tell a few things from the earlier day: the first is that I joined a few of the boys who watched the CL-semifinal Chelsea-Barcelona at a TV so we got nearer to each other
, and that the local youngsters made a football team against ours and I've been asked to make a commentary with a microphone. On a side note, "Miss Monday" was the one who joined me and actually made the commentary hilariously silly
So, I joined those boys. On the way back, I catched up with the lovers (because my friend had a bag great enough to carry my drink and food) for a while. In the afternoon another local team decided to step into the "arena" against our football players (and they won for 3-1, since they were between 18-20 years, but we won 5-6 in overall
) and I made another commentary, this time alone since Miss Monday had another program.
At night, there was a campfire... and a few gypysies who were insulting a few girls heading back home, creating a bit of anxiety as the rest of the girls were sent to the gym and were escorted back to their houses by the teachers and the trainband who were asked to come.
Imagine what happened at night! My friend told to me that this girl gives so much to her that he fears that he cannot give back enough and this will cause her to leave him.
Sheesh! I told him that 1) they were some sort of prototype of Romeo and Juliet as they were walking there 2) the only one who has any sort of anxiety is him and 3) even it is because of shadows and ghosts and imagined problems.
On the final day the teachers arranged some sort of "repaying all those things what the village gave to us" in form of carrying a pile of soil (well, a lot of land) in the following way: 1) dig the pile 2) put the soil from it into wheelbarrows 3) carry it to the "designated coordinates and then align it with a windrower. Miss Monday probably got crazy in the middle of work and decided to carry a wheelbarrow (she had a hard time) instead of wasting time with the windrower.
My gentlemanish part activated himself again and I forced her to give that goddamn thing to me and go back to alignment.
Later, where the lovers and I and MM (Miss Monday) walked to a little chapel nearby, we had an argument where she stated that she wants equality while I stated that carrying dust isn't a women's job. Okay. We ended that discussion without conclusion.
BTW, did you know that ravelled earphone-cables are capable of raising attention of women?
3 of them (MM, my friend's loved one and the one with the midnight SMS's) were almost having a race for disentagling it
. Don't get crazy, it was just on a level of fun
This is the end of the chronicle. The actual question will come in just a few moments.
