That's the one word I've been dying to say for about a week now. Without going into two much detail one of the counselors at my camp had to leave, right before the beginning of the season. They were already understaffed and asked me to fill in as a cabin counselor rather than as Sailing Program Coordinator which is the position for which I was hired. I was then saddled with 7 boys who were my charges for most of the day. They ranged between the ages of 7 and 8 and were here for a one week session (camp normally runs on two week sessions) so were both younger than the normal campers in "Beaver" village (who are generally 9 at the youngest and more often 10 and 11) and the kind of campers that parents are afraid would not do well away from home for two weeks. Four of them were manageable. Three were each on their own worse than any of the campers I was used to dealing with in my 7 years of summer camp counselor and junior counselor experience. Together they created a triumvirate of insanity that was an unstoppable force. Aside from constant disobedience I nearly died on two occasions. One when the rescue boat failed and I had to rescue campers from a canoe on a sailboat that sank in the middle of the lake so we needed rescue ourselves. Honestly I've never really been so close to thinking we might all die, and I had campers screaming that they didn't want to die, and others asking permission to pee in the water. Rescued by boaters. I was left on board cause there was no room on the boat (which showed up half an hour after we floundered) I mean, captain goes down with the ship. I sat on the upturned boat till rescue came in the form of some friends on a canoe. The other time was when a tree feel on our cabin. So, there was vomiting, bed-wetting, homesickness, and well, I have never been so stressed in all my life. After this week I'll be going back to Sailing Program Coordinator, it's gonna feel like vacation. Signing off to watch Pirates, gotta get into the mood.