A story I forgot to tell

The first day in New Orleans, I was told there was a particular kid at camp who was always a handful. "Jay", as we'll call him, doesn't mind anyone. The first day of camp rolled around, and I found out he was in my group, the 7 and 8 year olds. Honestly, I thought "how bad can he be?" and was almost looking forward to meeting him and trying my hand at wrangling the wild animal. Pretty naive now that I look back on it. Jay was signed up for golfing with a different group that day so I did not plan on seeing him until the afternoon. Around 11, I got a text from the counselor who went with the gold group: "You gonna have a ball wit Jay. Lol good luck." Sarcasm was sensed.

Turns out, I wouldn't have a ball with him. This is because he got kicked out. The story goes that Jay was golfing with the rest of the children. For whatever reason, Jay got frustrated and stomped off towards the parking lot. A counselor followed and tried to reason with him. Not getting a response, one of Jay's teachers arrived on scene to help. He threatened to bite. He did. Twice. Then he kicked. Now he's out.

On one hand, its sad that Jay is missing a fun summer camp like ours but on the other, sometimes you just have to draw the line even if it is on the first day.