July 25, 2012
Every girls camp has at least one legendary story that will be retold for years to come.
And ours involves an alarm clock. And a mattress. A really, really big mattress.
It all started when we began to set up camp. I was supposed to sleep with the other leaders in a tent, with the girls in their assigned cabin. Well... that was before our camp director blew up her air mattress. That thing was bigger than my own bed! When I saw it stuffed in her tent and my air mattress on it's side, I knew we had a problem. This ginormous air mattress (seriously people, it was as tall as a box spring and mattress set) took up the entire tent. It was so hilarious! I laughed about it every time I walked by her tent. Obviously, I was either sleeping under the stars or in the cabin with the girls. Cabin it was, Box Elder bugs and all!
Luckily, our girls are about as good as you can get and telling them it was lights out that night was no problem.
Until one of their alarm clocks went off. In the dead of night!
I was laying on my back when I woke up to this beeping noise. I sat straight up, startled and wondering what on earth that noise was. Only to remember the hard way that I didn't have enough room to actually sit up on the top bunk without smacking my head on the roof's rafters. I laid there for a couple of minutes trying to figure out what on earth was beeping. At first I thought it was my imagination or my phone.
But then it hit me. Brittany's alarm clock was going off! And it must have had fresh batteries in it because it wasn't stopping.
Apparently, only mothers can hear noises in the middle of the night because not a single girl heard a thing! I couldn't believe I was the only person awake. I debated for a long time what to do. Ignore it and try to fall back asleep. Attempt to not kill myself and get out of bed to find it myself. Yell at the girls to wake up. Or just pray the batteries die and soon.
I opted for the "loud whisper" technique to anyone that moved, even slightly. I guess teenagers really can sleep through their alarms because my loud whisperings didn't make a difference at all. By this point I was wide awake and knew I wouldn't be able to just ignore the beeping. Plus I was laughing at the whole situation. I finally got brave and decided to just yell Brittany's name until she woke up. Nothing. So I was mean and shone my flashlight right on her face while yelling her name. BINGO!
Poor Brittany didn't know what was going on at first. When she figured out what I was telling her (mind you, there was five other people snoozing away in there), she flopped over the side of her middle bunk to dig through her bag and turn the alarm clock off. I was laughing hysterically because I thought for sure she was going to fall out of bed! When she couldn't find it, she sat up and nearly smacked the door on her way down. More laughter from me and Brittany finally found her alarm clock.
I found out the next morning, that poor Brittany couldn't get her sleeping bag zipped back up after nearing falling out of bed to find that noisy alarm clock and froze. I felt bad because once that beeping stopped, I slept great.
My description doesn't do the whole situation justice. It was so funny! But I guarantee you, Brittany and our camp director, are NEVER going to live this one down!
