a primary 5 camp is 1000000x worse than arts camp. it takes tons of effort just to make them stand in 2 straight lines. you have to be a half angel and half devil and it is making me have split personalities. (think bleach, half hollow) and random assholes who keep wanting to go heaven/hell. over hyperactive boys who keeps kicking coconuts and limes. but sweet moments like some kids understanding how u feel makes my heart melt. helping me stack the styrofoam boxes and so much more. thanking me for helping them take honeydew 3 times. bitching about the unfair instructor. but it's super shagged. bleah coz 23 random kids (mixture of over enthu, not enthu at all, weirdos, sweet girls and such) makes me wanna die. and i have no idea why they are so afraid of the other gender. (eeeee. girls. dont want to touch them) (me rolls eyes)
