|The train to work and back|
|My station during spring.|
|My station during the winter|
|We are all super red after getting our groove on|
The next clue also gave me some cause for concern, we needed to take a picture of a camera but what group would allow you a chance at getting further ahead. My fears were proven unfounded as four of my ladies tackled the poor boy holding the camera for group C3. I still have the picture of the half pinned, half strangled boy and it still makes me giggle when I look at it. If I taught those 11 kids any English at all during that first activity it would be `if old Freda can run up these stairs so can you`. Needless to say team dynamite won the treasure hunt in the style of true pirates.
We were spectacular at sports and our play, called `the big samurai mafia fight` was performed in front of the entire assembly to much laughter. We might not have been as skilled at art but what we lacked in talent we made up for by using half of Japans reserves of glitter glue on our project. Even Elton John would have blushed at the sight of it. Then came the dancing. Everybody learned a choreographed dance to the tune of poker face and that evening we all shook what our mamma's gave us in unison. It was pretty amazing actually and I think I missed a few steppes every time I would stare at the precision of everyone around me stepping in time.
The next day I was elevated to revered status when I showed my ladies a picture of my blue eyed, blond haired man. One of my flirtiest girls, who appropriately enough dreams of becoming a flight attendant in the future, told me that she would study even more English so she can marry such a handsome man one day. I am still not sure how I feel about this but hey at least she will be fluent one day. At the end of the camp I received a monstrous cheer and a card filled with thank you notes, I was very touched and will miss my mischievous little flirts and the sweet, shy boys who put up with them.
|The murder mystery crew|