It's pretty cool actually. It's an opportunity that has been offered to every 5th grader in the county since the 60's.
Needless to say, the Princess was absolutely jacked about this trip. She loved every second and was very very sad when she got home because she missed nature and friends and being far away from parental oversight.
Her teacher made a video of the highlights from the week and in true California "we need to raise money any way we can because you're fuckin' lucky that we still have schools" fashion, the PTA made it available to the kids for $25.00.
Definitely money well spent.
The Princess brought the DVD home this week and we popped it in.
And I walk away from said DVD with two observations about this week in the woods...
First, California is teaching our children to terrorize innocent slugs.
If the kids kissed - yes, kissed - a banana slug, they were admitted into the "Banana Slug Club". If you're not familiar with the banana slug, it is a large yellow slug that looks like - wait for it - a banana. The Banana Slug Club is apparently quite the little badge of honor. The Princess tells me that they were taught to kiss the slug with their lips curled in, however, so as to not damage the frail slug.
I doubt this makes the slugs feel any better things.
I can't help but think that banana slugs in the greater San Francisco Bay Area must HATE the month of May, when these 5th graders are turned loose on their habitats. Imagine how horrifying it must be to be minding your own banana slug business and casually look up only to find a giant pair of pre-adolescent lips coming at you...
I give it another few years of evolution and those slugs are going to be fucking READY...
This can't end well.
Second, California is teaching our children songs about shit.
Near the end of the wholesome camping DVD (slug kissing and all), there is a wholesome shot of all of the kids sitting around the campfire with their camp counselors singing their little hearts out.
The only problem with this scene is the song.
I'm smiling as I watch this part because the scene is so cute. The Princess elbows me in the ribs and says "Watch this...I LOVE this song!". And I watch in amazement as 100+ 5th graders belt out...
"CUZ IT STARTS WITH AN 'S' AND IT ENDS WITH A 'T'! IT COMES OUT OF YOU AND IT COMES OUT OF ME! ((dramatic pause)) CUZ IT'S SCAT! SCAT! OOOOOO...."
Let me start off by saying that, until fairly recently, I was only familiar with the word "scat" as: (a) something you say to a stray cat; and (b) whatever it is that Scatman Crothers used to do.
I was educated on the other meaning for scat not long ago during a drunken conversation that involved one-upping the last person on "grossest human behavior". Sex and poop? You win, dude.
But these 5th graders were so damn happy. The counselor could even be heard telling the kids "How many times in your life are you going to be able to sing about poop during school hours?"
How can I argue with that?! Sigh.
Poop. We'll leave it at that and assume that the state of California is not familiar with Urban Dictionary.
***NOTE***A couple of comments on the last post.
1. Y'all are Cheese Nip HATERS! Ok ok...I was wrong...it is actually Cheddar Jack CHEEZ ITS (CHEEZ without an "E") in my pantry. And I'm not just saying that because I want to be cool. Although I do. Regardless, there needs to be a little more Nip tolerance in the world, people.
2. And for those of you who were evidently hoping for some kind of juice-related digestive trauma story, I got nothing. In fact, my ass was so happy after all that healthy juice shit that it could kiss, well, my ass. (I'll leave you to come up with a visual for that one.)