Over the years I’ve been to many youth campouts. These campouts have happened in different states–sometimes with only girls and sometimes with mix company–but without fail there is always at least one defiant youth who doesn’t want to follow the rules. I don’t know how they manage to spread themselves out so thoroughly to guarantee no volunteer leadership will ever go unpunished, but they seem bent on making the leaders over them as miserable as possible. Why, you may ask? Sadly that reason never seems to be the same, so it’s hard to say for sure. And you may wonder why teenagers like that will always see me smiling even while repressing an immense urge to just pop their head right off. I take comfort in the fact that karma’s a bitch. One day they will find themselves seen as the supposed old and uncool leader who just doesn’t get it, and it will be their turn to be disrespected. Oh to be a fly on the wall for that moment–just the thought of it keeps me smiling.
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