Summer Camp is approaching

We're back to the story of my unemployment - Day 2.

As you all may recall, I signed up to go to camp. Tuesday evening was the party for the local counselors who'll be heading to the same camp. The party was in D.C. held at someone's private home. Of the counselors that were invited I only knew the directors of the local chapters. Everyone else seemed to have met one another at previous camps.

Within the first five minutes at this party it turned out that the owner of the house is an instructor at the same University I graduated from, and from the same Department! We knew the same teachers.

Within the next five minutes I found that one of the counselors is a student at another University and is a student of someone I worked with who's a very good friend of mine.

So here were two completely unrelated coincidences, that were not connected in any way to the camp I'm going to. Sure, the term "small world" comes to mind, but this is just too incredible that in the several millions of people living in the area of DC/Maryland/Northern Virginia - that I'd meet two people in one party who'd be so close to my own history. It's not like there's only one University in this area. It's not like there's only one university teacher in the metropolitan area. And it's not like there's only one place you can study this major.

Overall I was a bit overwhelmed at the party because everyone were talking about all these American games they plan for the camp, and I'm not too well versed in American games. When I asked the guys to explain to me what Capture the Flag is, the guy answered me "it's like a game of Tag," to which I responded, "You must think I know what Tag is!?!" I had to launch into an explanation that as an Israeli I can teach them How to Capture a Terrorist, but don't know the rules to How to Capture the Flag. From the laughs I got, I think I'll be providing many more laughs at camp just from sheer ignorance of American camp culture.

I'm terrified about all these games they plan and songs, and numerous other things I'm not familiar with. In self defense, I called my nephews back in Israel and requested them to teach me songs in Hebrew from camp, and Israeli games. I plan on turning the tables and teaching THEM some Israeli games. I now have 58 pages of printed material with games from the Israeli scouts.

Oh and the Hebrew song I plan to teach the kids at camp: La'Dod Moshe Hayta Chava. You're all familiar with this song, but you just don't realise it. Hint: the next line goes: E I E I O.