Tales from 6th Grade Camp

Us poor schools get shipped up to northern Maryland every year for a free camp. It kind of sucks for me, but I love seeing my kids there.
My favorite memory:

• Bad little Montrell standing in a creek bed cradling his shirt that he has filled with frogs. And the same boy sitting bleary-eyed at the breakfast table the next morning telling me, "Well, our counselor wouldn't let us go to bed until we caught all 14 frogs that got loose in the cabin."

And then, quite possibly one of my most awesome teacher moments:

• We were called over the walkie-talkie that RonniAndre had cursed out his counselor and somebody needed to deal with it. He was told to sit by himself at dinner. While he's sitting at the table, he keeps moving around and trying to draw attention to himself. I walk over to him and say, "Little boy, you better sit down, shut your mouth and eat your food or I will tell every girl in this camp that you pee the bed." He looks at me shocked. "But I don't!" and I say, "Well, who are they gonna believe?" So he starts pouting and shoving in french fries. "FINE!" Well, a few minutes later he starts getting all silly again. So I say, "Hey, Lindsey, Come here." Lindsey walks over to me. "Lindsey, I want you to point at RonniAndre over there and laugh." She looks confused and does it anyway.

RonniAndre was good for the rest of the trip. :)