For whatever reason I have been thinking about January 2013 lately, specifically the 14 day Jamboree scout camp held up in Queensland. Lots of fond and not so fond memories there. I just feel like writing them down for no real reason.
I earned 20 or so dollars which was cool. The challenge was, I had to get my hair braided and leave it like that for 24 hours. Sounded easy enough, so I got my hair braided. However, the braids plus my scrawny physique lead to many people assuming I was a girl.
This wouldn't normally be a problem, but there 13 000 scouts there, and of course over 14 days people would need to take showers. So there were these big sections of land dedicated solely to portable toilets and portable showers, one block for each gender. As I lined up for my shower, a LOOOOOTTT of people told me I was at the wrong place, this is the boys shower. It was quite funny, and my case certainly wasn't helped by the fact an acquaintance of mine kept declaring that I was actually transgender.
Also, a rather large amount of people went around doing stupid things like lacing lollies with drugs and using cable ties to lock doors so people would be stuck in the shower/toilet with no way out. Someone tried to do something similar to this to me, and I was kinda P.O, so I kicked the door open. Turns out the door hit someone in the face (if I recall correctly). However, the person that got hit in the face may not actually have been the one locking the door.
I have heard second hand that the person might have broken his nose, although that could easily be another case (I hope).
Well, that's my long winded rant for tonight.