tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476691721262861255.post4405354487253208259..comments2023-09-20T04:22:04.794-07:00Comments on A Laughing Gypsy: Raising the Bar: Part IIthe laughing gypsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788959524529079463noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476691721262861255.post-45677426946063897152007-06-13T12:06:00.000-07:002007-06-13T12:06:00.000-07:00I used to be a summer day camp counselor for Brook...I used to be a summer day camp counselor for Brookfield's Parks and Rec Dept. Did it five years, and every year, they moved me up one age group, so I wound up with the same group of kids each and every year. Which led to two things:<BR/><BR/>1. One year, I had Scott. Scott was your stereotypical jock kid (mind you, he was in 1st grade). He excelled at every sport, and knew it. He also was extremely competitive, so Scott would spontaneously combust with a cry of "Come ON!" whenever we played softball (being conselor-pitcher, I'd give a poor kid holding the bat the wrong way endless strikes and then fumble and bobble the barely-mobile dribbler hit back to me). Well, the following year, Scott wasn't in my camp. Until halfway through the year, when his parents pulled him out of whatever camp he had gone to and signed up for the Parks and Rec second session. He walked into our room, saw me, and immediately looked to the skies and cried out, "Oh, NO!"<BR/><BR/>I think he liked me. :-)<BR/><BR/>2. A year after that, in dire need of a real summer job to pay for college, I started working a shoe store rather than the camp. One of my boys who I'd had for a few years came in and saw me. He got upset and asked me why I wasn't at the camp.<BR/><BR/>How do you have an answer for that? I didn't, except the truth, which wasn't that good, either.billydakinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12696487998833292243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476691721262861255.post-75788037669616672312007-06-12T17:21:00.000-07:002007-06-12T17:21:00.000-07:00As long as I don't make you hit me with your purse...As long as I don't make you hit me with your purse! ;-Pthe laughing gypsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06788959524529079463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476691721262861255.post-50760406892398376782007-06-12T16:29:00.000-07:002007-06-12T16:29:00.000-07:00Wow,beautifully spoken. A great reminder to all bi...Wow,beautifully spoken. A great reminder to all big people. You made Tink have tears.Tinkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01255835598309429883noreply@blogger.com