I never liked camps. Too me they were like, uggh...
Of course, you get to be around your parents away for a while and do god-knows-what but, damn, do I miss being on a computer.
The last time I went to camp, it was living hell. It was a week long, and guess what, I'm like the only one the 3 Asians inside the whole camp. The rest of 300 something other people were white or Mexicans. No kidding. First day, it 'twas quite quiet. Then the rest of the other days, I thought I was one of the guys at Doom beating the hell out of... hell.
In the system of racism, in the camp, this is how it works. If you beat up one of those messed up Mexicans, then they'll bring more until you're down.
Even though I literally kicked their ass, you still see them coming to ya like zombies, only they bite harder, and talk about some odd crap.
If you didn't remember camp like this, ku. Otherwise, you better workout and take martial arts class. It F'ing helps.