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I remember the time of our camping trip in highschool
>never went camping before (other than once with my cousin but it was in a camp) so I'm thrilled
>only empty tent spot was with two guys from another class
>the one with the tent was a scout so I hoped there wouldn't be too much hassle setting everything up
>literally the last to finish setting up our tent
In the end the thing looked like something you'd see in a basecamp on Mount Everest, thermoblankets and flags as well
>one of the professors tells us each class would have to make a bonfire one of the evenings
>remember I'm in a mostly female class
>wellfuck.jpeg
>we head out to collect enough wood for all of the groups
>after 30 minutes, less than a tenth are still working
>return into the camp sweating, cut up and covered in mud two hours later
>another class has to set up the bonfire but I step in and help with chopping the firewood because the cringe I feel when they handle the axe is too much
Seriously, it was surprising to me that nobody had to go to the hospital for axe injuries.
>the day when we were supposed to set up the bonfire arrives
>one girl in my class was supposedly also a scout
>says she has experience with bonfires
By then I was in charge of starting fires in our stove back home and had a lot of experience burning branches and other throwaway wood but I had never made a "proper" bonfire so I let her be in charge.
>nobody of the few other guys in my class has much experience chopping wood so I step in again
Now this is where the highlight of the whole trip happened
>a few of the guys from another group walk up to me as I'm chopping firewood
>some rich kid wearing shiny white boots says he'll show me how to do it
>I'm extremely skeptic but I let him take the axe
>I stand back because I don't want to die
>guy literally starts moving the axe head on the log forwards and backwards like he was using A FUCKING SAW
>mfw
