It's been a frustrating two days. I will now rant, so if you don't like rantiing, you might want to stop reading. But for all you ranting enthusiasts out there, this is right up your alley.

Last night we played volleyball in the Richmond. (view Pat Poons site for his stories). It was me, Pat, Kenny, Alex, Brian, Jenica, Ophelia, Jason Quintal, Peony, and her two friends Anderson and King. There was a group of 7 other guys who we ended up playing games against. The teams were split up so that me, Kenny, Alex, Peony and her two friends were on one team. The first game we got spanked. I was pissed. The second game we got spanked even harder. After that I was so angry I threw my water bottle on the floor and broke it. Third game Brian decided to join our team, and I told him the only thing I wanted to do was win. Brian understood this, and we had a 12-5 lead, and ended up losing 15-13. Fourth game I joined the other squad with Pat and them, and we lost that game too. Finally, in the fifth and last game, we beat them, yet I don't think they were really trying.

So here's why I was so angry last night. 1. I spent $3 to get spanked. Who would spend $3 to lose over and over? 2. I felt like I was doing everything I could possible, and I still kept losing. When I give 100% concentration to winning, I expect to win. 3. It didn't seem like people gave a damn that they lost. Those 7 guys we played against were just toying with us. One guy got so cocky, he started doing his serves backwards. Another guy stepped off the court to use the bathroom and said to play on. I guess people don't have the pride I have. When I make a mistake, I'm pissed because I should not have made that error. But when some other people make a mistake, they just laugh. I wasn't laughing. It also felt like some people just didn't want to hustle. When I see my friend out there diving on the floor, that's what I like, no matter if we score or not. Jason Quintal showed up yesterday for the first time. I won't say he was the best volleyball player on the court (not trying to say I am), but he was giving everything he's got, and you have to applaud that. I just didn't feel it was fair for me to get all bruised up for a few people who weren't willing to do the same.

Pat says he won't show up next week because spending $3 isn't worth getting crapped on. In some sense, I agree. But I may show up next week just because I still feel I have everything to prove. We'll see. I also have a score to settle with the Porno Mustache Guy, who didn't show up.

Now for more ranting. This time about Math Camp.

I was pretty angry today at camp because it's been five weeks of camp already, and it's easy to see some people don't know what Respect is. I had to teach the 7th grade guys for a little today, and Nathan Dere wouldn't shut up. So when I told him to stand up in front of the class and come outside with me, I hope that sets an example to the other kids in the room. Nathan couldn't understand why he was told to come outside. That just shows me kids don't know how to respect their elders. And I'm surprised more kids aren't kicked out of camp, regardless if they go to our church or not. I was even upset at a few "workers" who wouldn't listen to me either. My point is how can you expect the students to follow orders when the teachers are breaking them too? Over the weeks, you gain respect for your peers, and sometimes you end up losing respect for people. One of the guys I've gained respect for is Jackson. This guy will do anything you say, because he knows it's for the best. I'm not giving him a class to teach because I don't want to teach myself, I'm giving it to him because I know he can handle the class, and we may need other workers to do something else. I don't appreciate it when someone wants me to teach their class or switch with their class because they don't like the students or they just want to sit around and do nothing. I'm no garbage man, so don't give me your trash. Selina said she could picture me being Principal one day. I can't picture that. I don't even know if I'll volunteer next summer. Some days this camp is a joke.

I'm done ranting.