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I discovered that I have somehow gotten soft. Must be the oversleeping at home. I suffered terribly the first night trying to sleep on the floor (but I used a comrade’s sleeping bag eventually, thank goodness). And somehow or other I sort of developed a cold on the second day which alarmed everyone. My head hurt too.
But fortunately, two showers, a long sleep and a large cup of coffee after the camp restored me (almost) to my original state. I suspect my crankiness was aggravated by coffee (not caffeine; I drank coke) deprivation. I feel a little bad now, especially since I do believe that I snapped at my comrades once or twice.
The thing is, I hate camps. I am usually at my worst in camps (and my worst is like really bad), and I get really cranky (which is aggravated by the usual absence of coffee). I am the sort who likes to retreat to a shell for at least a short time a day just to recharge my spiritual batteries doing brainful or brainless stuff.
In any case, I enjoyed the shooting part of the camp. I didn’t do too badly, to be frank. The second day featured a sort of ‘competition’ where the goal was to hit the yellow section of a 80cm target board at 20m 3 times in 6 ends of 3 arrows each. I managed it but due to a rule violation I didn’t get one counted (my fault; won’t repeat that rule violation ever again). The second task was to hit either the red or yellow section (7 to 10pts) 3 times in a single end of 3 within 6 ends. Basically it mean hitting at least 7 pts consecutively 3 times. I managed to do it on my very last end. Over the whole course of things I hit the X-ring twice. Not bad considering I am noob and I had to aim the sight OFF the center (because I couldn’t get the sight right). For my performance I got two tubes of superglue (and I am already planning all sorts of fun stuff with it).
Well, the camp was as good as circumstances allowed. I just didn’t like the ball games and PT. If only the sun wasn’t quite so hot shooting would have been perfect. But I’m not complaining. A veteran of countless torturous Red Cross camps have taught me to appreciate a lot of little things other people take for granted (like the right to carry [and use!] handphones and money). Basically, Red Cross camps are the third lowliest way to live on Earth. Only a Soviet gulag and life as a conscript can be possibly worse. Archery camps are a long way from the bottom (*whew*).
In any case, I shall be overdosing on coffee for a bit. And for the record, I ate Yoshinoya for dinner tonight. Together with Jiaren we demolished a full 4-man meal. That means two standard bowls (Beef w/ Veg + Salmon), some extra appretizer-thingies, two drinks (Coke + Sprite), and for me, 10 packs of ginger and 2 of the chilli flakes.
I must have been feeling hungry. *nods*