The story behind this particular rumor is rather complicated. As mentioned in my journal, Dennis was in the van that drove us to camp. About halfway there, we smelled this weird odor -- something like burning rubber, almost.
The first night at camp, I have heard from trustworthy sources, the boys in, as it was later named, "The Delinquent Cabin" had fun lighting things on fire. Dennis supposedly sprayed Axe (you know, the spray deodorant for guys) on his hand and then lit it on fire with a lighter that someone (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE) brought. It was contraband, but do boys ever listen?. He didn't even get a scratch, though.
And, oh, yeah, the burning rubber smell? That was a piece of Elijah's hair burning. AFTER they had pulled it off his head, of course.
Rebecca Sam. is a walking, breathing teddy bear.
The story behind this one is pretty simple. Rebecca Sam. is a sweetheart, and her complexion is that of a teddy bear's, and her personality is equally as endearing.
Mary G. got lost at the coal mine.
Every year, at RWU camp, we have the option to go on field trips. You know, to get away from the seclusion of camp and all. This year, our choices were (1.) a hike, (2.) a trip to Steamtown, which is a train museum, (3.) the Hidden Diamond coal mine (which I went to, and figured out that it was a big waste of time and money -- and, oh, my gosh, BORING), and (4.) an art museum. Mary G. went on the coal mine field trip. So, there you go.
Matthias has a computer for a brain.
Matthias is so smart. And I don�t mean that in a smarmy, snotty way. He really is intelligent. We wrote this because in every class, for every question, Matthias would raise his hand. It finally got to the point that the instructors would say, "Okay. ANYONE other than Matthias, please."
Chloe's hair is naturally green.
Chloe had green streaks in her hair left over from graduation, since green was one of her school's colors. The rest of her hair was dark.
Mr. Sch. supports gun control.
Mr. Sch. was the teacher who taught the anti-gun control class. Of course, this rumor isn't true. But that's the beauty of a rumor, isn't it?
MRS. H. REMEMBERS THE ALAMO.
Mrs. H. is a quiet, unassuming little lady who you always greet and say hi to. She's really sweet and everyone likes her. But, in her class on American history, all of a sudden, as she was talking quietly about the Texas and Mexico clash, she screamed, "REMEMBER THE ALAMO!!!" Of course, most of the students jumped half a mile, not expecting this outburst. Except me. I remembered it from last year.
This whole Rumor Has It article was built around this gem of a rumor, which Sarah C. thought up.
Patrick eats bugs, al dente.
Patrick hates bugs. He hardly goes near them, let alone EATS them. We actually had something different for Pat's rumor -- "Patrick is the patron saint of penguins." (because he likes penguins) -- but newspaper management vetoed this idea, and we came up with the bug one.
Jean actually lives in California (her nametag is not a typo).
Because we were there early, the counselors put me and Leah in charge of writing nametags for the campers (first, they made sure we had neat handwriting -- 'cause who wants scribbly nametags? Ew.). Leah wrote Jean's nametag, and instead of writing that she was from P.A. (Pennsylvania), she wrote C.A. But none of us noticed it until the middle of the week.
Erica will be running for dictator of Robert Welch University in 2005.
Okay, this is a bit of a long story. But bear with me.
Dr. B. was teaching a class one day on the three branches of government -- executive, legislative, and judicial. He asked for three volunteers to come up to help him demonstrate the branches. Me, Bernadette, and Sarah C. all went up. I was the executive branch.
As I'm sitting on the stage between Bernadette and Sarah, I see Elijah furiously scribbling away on a piece of paper. A few seconds later, he holds it up.
ERICA
FOR
DICTATOR
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2005
Me, Leah, Elijah, Rebecca Sam., and Patrick have all sworn to have T-shirts made with that saying on it, and we're all going to wear them to camp next year.
