Maybe it’s not his fault entirely, but today I was sitting in my philosophy of religion class feeling as if God was smiting me.
I’m better now so I guess the jury’s still out on that.
Today was the final day to submit applications to be a COOT leader. I had a great time on my COOT, and I feel obligated to show incoming freshmen a similarly good time. I had never been camping before, and coming to a new school away from that big bright city a couple hours south ya’ll may have heard of, I was hit with some big time Maine. Which, luckily, is incredibly beautiful. Close one, right? And yes I pillaged (rather, my textbook over-packing parents pillaged) the L.L Bean in Freeport to get all my sweet camping gear. I’ll tell you what I actually used: my sleeping bag and a Tupperware container. The biodegradable toilet paper I probably could have done without, but I guess better safe than sorry; Vacationland has outhouses along the hiking trails.
Besides wanted to flex my leadership qualities, the big reason I want to be a COOT leader is to come to camp Colby; that is, Colby without class. At the end of the summer. With a bunch of your friends. Salivating? It’s every northeast liberal arts college student’s dream – school without the class in a gorgeous state with gratuitous amounts of free time. Someone told me you even get wilderness first aid training and I’m just like CAN THIS GET ANY BETTER. But actually, I’m trying to water ski or something. Pray you’re on my COOT and I’ll pray that I’ll lead a COOT. That should cover all bases.