And I officially ROCKED the Indian Lore merit badge. Oh, I suppose realizing that the kids were barely making eye contact or some were failing to register a pulse may discourage some counselors, but not me! I persevered with my gripping tales of Seminole food preperation! Gave them a riveting dissertation on the origins of Indian Place Names in Florida! And I dazzled them with my dice game made entirely of peach pits! True, they did look a little like Native American Al-Qaeda trainees when left to their own devices with the turban fabric, and we probably could have made an actual, life-size, 20-log Chickee in LESS time than it took them to build a miniature model out of popsicle sticks, but dangit! I think they had a good time. And where else are they going to see a Choctaw Christmas ornament? Huh? Exactly. I was born for this.
Part of my class. Hyper there in the back corner was just out of control! Not really, he just wanted to build his Chickee- he don't have no stinkin' time for turbans!!
You have no idea how hard these model Chickees were to produce. Have miracles ceased in modern times? I say unto you nay, for these somehow came to be, and 14 scouts now have a merit badge with my face on it. Okay, not really, but a lot more people would volunteer to be counselors if that were how it worked. Just an idea, BSA...
Part of my class. Hyper there in the back corner was just out of control! Not really, he just wanted to build his Chickee- he don't have no stinkin' time for turbans!!
You have no idea how hard these model Chickees were to produce. Have miracles ceased in modern times? I say unto you nay, for these somehow came to be, and 14 scouts now have a merit badge with my face on it. Okay, not really, but a lot more people would volunteer to be counselors if that were how it worked. Just an idea, BSA...
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