Unknowledgable accomplice.

First off, I love the staff here, especially the deans. Two individuals (aka the culprits) played a pretty hilarious practical joke on T (the head honcho here at camp). Basically from what I hear, the people pasted photos of this one woman from last camp session who drove T crazy all over her office. In order to execute this joke, I had to provide the master key to these individuals so they could get into her office and set it up. Like I thought last night, "it's going to get traced back to me since I'm the only one with access to the entire building." And it did. The moment I walked into the dining area with my daily bowl of Golden Grahams/Rice Krispies mixture and cup of chocolate milk, I got the look. "Chelsea F! You better watch yourself!" T and I bantered at breakfast, proclaiming my innocence and her false accusatory remarks. Now I have to watch my back. :P

I finished HP 7. it was good, and I am satisfied. That is all I will say on that note. :)

I got to chat for awhile with C on the phone last night... and it was just nice. I love hearing about uplifting things happening in friends' lives. I like to live vicariously through them sometimes. :) It constantly reminds me of the Promise given to us; we're always being taken care of. Yeah, as everyone knows, I'm just not a phone person, but I had to explain to some people here at camp (since when they see me on the phone, they're like "?!?!") when I'm close to someone, it's a useful medium to stay close, and I try to make the effort, especially for those insane phone preferrers such as C, C, and Dad (though he is trying to get more email savvy... but by the time that happens, I could just walk over to his house, plop on his couch, and talk to him). I know. It totally goes against my 19th-century persuasion. Hopefully Victorian society will forgive me this once.

Since it was our day off yesterday, Miss E, Miss J, and I went to Target for here-and-there items. A complete splurge buy was a label maker. It was on sale... and I called Dad and asked if it was a good investment. He was like, "Yep." So I got it. It'll be good for labeling folders, mailboxes, and various other 2nd grade things. And it's a fun teacher-y gadget to play around with... hee hee

It really helps that Dad and the rest of the fam are excited to help me buy things for my classroom. The first year of teaching is just so expensive (the average first-year teacher spends about $2,000+ out of pocket)... and I think this is their way of saying, "It's about time you moved home! We know it's hard." Dad and Crystal have been buying me composition books and are on the lookout for those awesome put-together cardboard mailboxes (the most expensive item... and my most coveted object of the year).

All right, not much other news on the educational camp front.

- Miss Chelsea :)

P.S. Mumford was sighted on Friday. All is well with the world. ;)