P.S. I Hate It Here Book Giveaway
I wasn’t sure anyone hated sleepaway camp as much as I did until I read through Diane Falanga’s new compilation of kids’ camp letters. Falanga, who lives in Chicago’s North Shore, collected letters from kids’ camp experiences and put them all in an adorable, hilarious and heartwarming book. I laughed, cried and got that homesick pit-in-your-stomach feeling when I read through the book.
I thought it was such a great idea for a book, and Diane’s a cool cat so I’m happy to give one of the copies of her book away for your reading pleasure. You will never feel bad about your own camp experience again.
In order to win the book, I’d like to hear your worst camp moment. Mine was when my brother announced at flagpole raising that I stuffed my bra with socks. That should give you some good fodder. Now, share and win! You have until April 30…
I was compensated to host this giveaway, not to share my most embarassing camp moment.
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oh, you have to give this one to me – I have the BEST “worst” camp moment… (though in retrospect it’s really awesome and a great, great story
Rob (my husband) and I met at summer camp in Maine, in 1988; he was 19 and a counselor, I was almost 14 and a camper (not to worry, we didn’t start dating until *I* was 19
So, the story… in 1990 he was still a counselor and I was still a camper – almost 16 now, though, so all worldly-wise 
Our camp had a weird way of doing laundry back then – rather than send it all out and have it done by laundry professionals, they had us do it ourselves at various laundromats in Midcoast maine. So our cabin would get divided – half of us would go on the laundry run, and each of us were responsible for doing our own laundry plus that of a bunkmate’s.
Counselors would head up these laundry runs, and we’d all pile into a camp van or bus and head out to Camden, or Augusta, or Union (all within 15-30 mins of camp). So on this particular run, Rob was the counselor-in-charge. After hanging out and talking with us, buying us soda and junk food, the laundry was finally done and we all got back into the bus with our newly cleaned (by us!) laundry dried, folded, and back in our laundry bags. Rob does a final check of the laundromat and comes back onto the bus, stands at the front, and holds up a pair of white satin, lace-trimmed panties and says, “do these belong to anyone?” as I sunk in horror, fully aware that YES, THEY BELONG TO *ME*. I quickly deliberated What The F*ck to do because I couldn’t just sit there and play dumb – my hyper-organized mother had sewn my name tags into EVERY piece of clothing, and I didn’t know what would be worse, to say “yes, those are mine!” or have him – THE HOT TENNIS COUNSELOR WITH DREAMY, WAVY SHOULDER LENGTH BLOND HAIR – SWOON – look INSIDE MY PANTIES and see my nametag!!!!
So I tried, ever so cool-ly, to nonchalantly say “um, those are mine!” and he gave me a huge grin and tossed them my way, green eyes glinting in the late afternoon sun, and then I married him 13 years later.
and now I double dog dare anyone to beat that
ugh, can i “wink” any more in that first paragraph?
I thought this was pretty embarrassing! I was 15 and about to go across country “JL” trip with a group of maybe 18 girls. A week before the trip leaves I got my period for the first time. Not only did my whole group announce this to the entire camp but then they sang me a song. I was 15 so as you can imagine……very red!
These stories are great and hilarious!
So, I was a very nervous and homesick-y kid, so I didn’t go to sleepaway camp much. I did go when I was about 13, and while I was gone, my parents had a pest problem. The bombed the house with insecticides and left for two days with my brother and sister–and never told me. I called our house over and over and OVER and they never answered. I was convinced my whole family had perished while I was gone, and spent my days wondering where I was going to live out my days as an orphan.
Ericka, I think you need to win this one- for g-d sakes, you married the man in your embarassing story!
yay! thanks, sara, you can bring the book to school sometime!