Here is the rest of "that big brown lake"

Finally, Wednesday rolls around, like I said before I am just having the complete opposite of a fun time, the only thing keeping me from leaving was my friend who was with me because we went together and he claims he was having an outright amazing time. So my cabin goes to sit down for lunch and then the annual daily awards start, for cabin of the day, camper of the day, counselor of the day, etc. So I here Lindsey, (the person announcing the awards) say “this next award goes to a camper in Cabin 99, (my cabin) and it is for the camper of the day, and it goes to Zachary Newman, for showing bravery on the Burma Bridge, toughness throughout the whole week and outstanding leadership to all his friends.” So for all of the things I thought were disasters, my counselors and fellow campers thought it showed “bravery…and leadership.” That is when my week started to turn around, and that is when I realized that I was in love. When Saturday came, the day we have to leave, I began to cry, not because I missed anyone, but because I just had to leave and had to wait another whole year before I can go back again. When I won that award I thought to myself, “you know, when I compare the disasters I had to the amount of fun I had, my fun memories completely outweigh them.” So I have decided to come back year after year and now I am currently employed there to be a counselor next summer, and year after year I always claim that it was the “best fun I have ever had.” Every year it gets better and better and I have yet to break that pattern. I hope that is one pattern that remains a constant. I love Camp Ernst, and most of all the people who live there.