I am not dead.

Blogger has not been apart of my life for quite some time and I should explain why.

Camp Quest aka Quest Ministries is my reason. I first attended this camp in '98 and now, in 2008, I am no longer a camper but have been promoted to "Camp Counselor". This is the greatest camp. It's true we don't have a zip line or a blob. There's only air conditioning in three cabins and the closest Starbucks is 15 miles away (I figured this out at 2am, in a cold sweat, with only Folgers to keep me company).

You meet the best people at this camp and, for those who are true to it, campers become counselors.

It is a Jesus camp and the best one around. Anyone, young or old, who need to get away and get immersed in God-- Camp Quest is the place to go. I love it. It's unfortunate it only comes around one time a year.

Camp has been over for about a week and I haven't felt the need to share much on Blogger-- but I have been persuaded because of this incident last night:

I'm taking a math class over the summer so that I can get my diploma. Last night I had a test in this very class and, too bad for me, I drank too much Gatorade and water so that by the time my test was over my bladder was about to explode. I hate using public bathrooms, but I would have regretted not using the bathroom.

The bathrooms at my school are nice. I was surprised.

I am about to exit the stall when I hear a girl's voice and then a male voice. Uh... um.... I was positive there was a triangle on the sign-- I always check-- was this a unisex bathroom? No... because the men's bathroom was right across the hall from this one. I'm bewildered, I don't know what to do.

There is a man in the woman's bathroom.

And the woman he entered with didn't have a problem with this. So then I start to think it was a woman with a very deep voice. And then I pray-- so hard-- that they weren't going into the bathroom to... not pee.

I flush just in case they did go in there... not to pee-- you know, to interrupt. To signal that they are not alone. I bust out of the stall and wash my hands; while doing so, in the reflection I see one set of feet, flip-flops, female. At the other end of the bathroom I see another set of feet, sneakers, baggy pants, not female.

I just can't get over it. It's just... strange.

I'm never using that bathroom again.