The second year of camp, I was on the top bunk.  I think I chose that one so as not to cause poor Doc anymore heart attacks by making things go "thump!" in the middle of the night.  The bunk beds at BJ have no ladders.  If you are not strong enough and talented enough to climb or jump up, you must use the desk.  Due to the loss of a ladder, I didn't succeed in not harming Doc in some way, form, or fashion.  That year, if she was sitting on her bunk and I was on my way down, I would say, "Watch out..." before coming down so she wouldn't get kicked in the face.  One afternoon, I told her to watch out and she said, "Hold on...ok...just a sec..." and I could hear her moving.  I thought I heard her lean up against the wall and say, "Ok, c'mon," but I was mistaken...it wasn't until I was all the way down that I realized that the step that I had felt on the way down had not been the frame of the top bunk...nope...it was Doc's FACE!!  I had put my foot right smack in the middle of her face.  When I got down, I stopped and stared at her kind of confused for a minute because of the expression on her face.  Then it hit me that the frame of my bunk had been a bit lower than usual...we had some good laughs over it that week...although I don't know that she has actually forgiven me yet.

Our third year of camp, one of our roomates, Callie, was in the Criminal Justice Camp while we were in Speech and Drama.  Callie was 18 and about to start going to BJ for her college.  She brought a picture of this really cute guy with her whom she assurred us (quite adamantly) was NOT her boyfriend.  She said she liked him, but that he was just a friend of the family's who was more like a brother than anything else.  Doc and I were both thinking, "Yeah...riiiiigggggggghhhhhhhhhhtttttttttt..."  I myself determined to find some way to really get Callie on that one...I couldn't  think of any good way to tease her about it, so I simply started talking to her and asking a lot of questions.  She walked right into my trap.  The week before, she had been at the WILDS, a camp in North Carolina.  She is a sleep talker and never remembers a thing about what she said in her sleep when she does it.  She had recently had a white gown sewn for her highschool graduation and while she was at the WILDS, she had this  dream that she was wearing it and getting married.  So she laid there and talked all night about this beautiful wedding gown she had.  When she woke up the next morning, all her roomies were sitting around her asking who the guy was and all that...they didn't know she was sleeptalking...So anyway, I decided to use that to my advantage.  We fell asleep one night and I planned my little scheme.  The next morning, we got up and I told Callie, "You were talking in your sleep again last night."  "Oh, no...what did I say?", she asked.  I looked up at Doc and said, "Did you hear her?"  "No," she said.  "Aw, man...it was so funny...you should've heard her," I continued.  "What did I say?" Callie asked (fully convinced that she had been talking the night before).  I just grinned up at her and told her this whole story about how she had said she was marrying the guy whose picture she'd brought and how much she would enjoy wearing her "wedding gown" and all this other stuff.  Before I was done, she had turned every shade of embarassed red.  I finally stopped and told her the truth.  She was about to freak out.  She was a great sport, though...didn't get mad at me...just got a real kick out of it.

Our final year of camp together we were in Speech and Drama Camp at BJU.  We had two absolutely wonderful roomies who were in the Art Camp.  One afternoon, Doc and I got back to the dorms.  Our roomies heard us coming and hid in the closets so we wouldn't know that they were there.  We walked in and were like, "Hmm...I wonder where they are...guess they aren't back yet."  We started talking and all of a sudden, our roomates jumped out of the closets.  We both screamed.  I wanted to try to get back at them...so I tried to a couple of times, but it never worked.  I decided to come up with a better plan.  After we had gotten in bed one night, I slid down off of my bunk and so as not to seem like I was up to something, I got myself a drink.  It was extremely dark in our room and so it was difficult to see anyone in there unless they was something white near them.  After getting my drink, I slipped over to the other bunk where our roomies were laying.  I reached out, and grabbed one of their feet.  She screamed...I laughed...it was fun.  So then I got back in my bunk, rolled over, and was half asleep and already dreaming when I felt these hands reach up and grab my shoulder.  I screamed louder than our roomate had when I grabbed her by the foot.  We just knew that we had awakened our counselor, but she never came in.  The next morning, I sat down with Doc at breakfast in the Dining Common.  I started off the conversation with:

"Wasn't that so funny my screaming last night when -enter roomies name- grabbed me by the shoulder?"

Doc: "What?  I never heard you screaming..."

Me: "You mean you never heard one single scream last night?"

Doc: "Nope...I didn't hear anything.  Are you teasing me?"

Me: "No.  I'm serious.  I REALLY DID scream last night."

Doc: "Why?"

I had to tell her the entire story.  Yes, that's right folks.  The girl who gasped in fear when I made a tiny little thumping sound on the edge of her bed slept through an entire episode of "ScreamFest 2002"!!