Hot Child in the City

Why don't city folk have pools? I seriously don't get it. Why is the concept so difficult of taking an open lot of land, digging a hole and filling it up with water? People in the country have this down pat. And it's not like there's not enough space because I see a new park every other block where a pool could be implemented. But instead of pools the city of Chicago seems to prefer to put in fountains; fancy fountains, wishing fountains, kid fountains, drinking fountains, they do it all. Today I sat and watched the Martin Luther King Preschool play in the fountain for hours. At first I thought it was a bunch of lunch ladies and a play group out to play, but then I realized that the female teachers just didn't want to get their new hairdids wet so they shower capped them. Smart thinking, I'm definitely going to steal some shower caps the next time I stay in a hotel. The kids frolicked in the fountains as if they weren't just glorified shower heads. Guess the old stereotype about swimming doesn't pertain to fountain play. However, I will say I watched Precious's mother drench a terrified little boy with water as he cried and cried outside of the fountain area. This nasty woman just couldn't accept that this little boy didn't like the fountains so she insisted on throwing buckets of water on the poor little kid.

"You aint need to be crying nah more. You aint need be crying like dat!" She would scream as she tossed water onto the little guy. He would cry and run away like it was acid hitting him. But maybe the water actually hurt his skin... So perhaps he showers in acid at home?

So at this point in time I'm just trying to pack in as much city fun as I can handle before my summer starts to get really busy with all of my camps I'm attending. Like I always say, time flys when you're at summer camp. My first camp is art camp in Kansas City, this one I'm not so excited for as I'm technically a "counselor" at it like last year. Four days spent with emo artsy high school kids is four days too many. It's about as much same sex hand holding and awkwardly bright Nike retro tops as I can handle. Luckily, immediately after, I get to go home for a week of Norfolk pool and then I'll jet off to my writing camp in the Hamptons. Even though this is my first writing camp I bet that emo writing adults are way cooler than emo high school kids. I'll be the poor kid at camp who was accepted on scholarship and has to stay in the dorms while I'm sure all of the other campers opted for the hotel instead. But hotels in the Hamptons around the 4th of July aren't exactly cheap. Plus, I think staying in a dorm will really give me the camp experience, it will be just like the Nebraska basketball camps I used to attend when I stayed in Smith dorms. Knowing what I know now about Smith dorms I wish I would have brought my own sheets. HSS are for two kinds of people, athletes and athlete chasers (skanks) I mean at least in the 2005's they were. I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I don't think all jersey chasers were sluts, I know quite a few who turned out very nicely. But anyway, it's now time to get ready for another free concert in the park. Anyone ever heard of Dispatch?