Monday, June 04, 2012
Today, the 9th graders at my school packed up for a camp out. The kids were told a mountain was our destination and technically speaking, it is called a mountain. But let's just say that these East Coast "mountains" fail to impress a girl who grew up in the shadow of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. They are camping on a hill. A lovely hill, mind you, but a hill nonetheless.
The lesson of the day is that I prefer to be in control of my schedule. Also, I make one hell of a smothered burrito.