Yeah, I know this is my second post of the day. But this just came flooding back to me, and I thought y'all may have had the same experiences.

This is my story:

The summer before my freshman year of high school, I went to a summer camp at an Ivy League college (Yup, just that badass). So I was living in a dorm. With RAs.

Now, I wasn't one to take things seriously. Still don't take much seriously. I don't follow orders (Unless I agree with them), so I subvert authority. During that time when I was 14, my method of choice was being a smartass, to the point where you just had to laugh.

Our RAs were actually really cool. I liked them. I just didn't like:

  • The humidity.
  • Living in a janky-ass dorm (Um, you're a fucking Ivy and you can't get AC?).
  • Bullshit.
  • WASPs in training.

So, I just was a total smartass and did my (Cali-girl) thing.

So, one day, my RA presented me with a tie-dyed (I did not participate in the tie-dye activity because it was, "Boring, and I'm not a hippie.") tote with my nickname on it:


Devil Child.


I still have it. Because I'm The Devil Child.

Who were you at camp?

Oh, and cool side story: You know how every camp has ridiculously good looking people that everyone crushes on? We had two guys. I was all "Meh." but they appreciated my-whatever, that I was Satan Sarcastic? Well, last day in front of all the 'cool' girls, they come up to me and give me a hug and a kiss. Surprised I survived.