What’s the best way to deal with a pernicious, dully clever, troublemaking asshole?

Well, most of the camp is done. I’m not really under the kind of stress I was the first week or two. Today was a prety good day. One of the problems with camp in the past was that the drama section of it was a single-day event; kids were encouraged to learn their lines over a weekend off, rehearsed the play in the morning, and performed—in a huge hall, for all the other kids—for several hours straight. The problems inherent in that model were numerous: Kids tended not to learn their lines in time, or found it difficult to …

Though I’m not a fan of her music, this piece by Courtney Love was still very interesting, and worth the read.

Sometimes, it’s things like this pdf. By the way, the young man mentioned is my nephew.

Well, then. The day at the pool passed nicely, meaning nobody got seriously hurt and nothing big got broken. For 120 kids, that’s not a half-bad achievement. Another big achievement: somehow, last night, we pulled off haunted house with almost no injuries, and no serious ones. I did damage a door in a disused part of the building, but it’s likely to be renovated sometime so I’m not overly worried about it. So now it’s time for a shower and dinner, and while we’re stuck on campus, so after report cards I think I’ll join some teachers to play a …

… instead those of another poet, far better than me: A good man was ther of Religioun, And was a poure persoun of a toun; But riche he was of hooly thoght and werk, He was also a lerned man, a clerk, That cristes gospel trewely wolde preche; Hise parisshens deuoutly wolde he teche. Benygne he was, and wonder diligent, And in Aduersitee ful pacient, And swich he was preued ofte sithes, fful looth were hym to cursen for his tithes, But rather wolde he yeuen, out of doute, Vn to his poure parisshens aboute Of his offryng and eek …