Last day at Camp

The last day was in one word: violent. Pati, a little girl, unusually short for her age but going into second grade, got thrown in the head with a tennis ball by a really stupid boy named Gergö. After she went over to him a screamed straight into his ear, he pushed her over a short, mid leg-lenth wooden fence which resulted with a bleeding scraped knee. In tennis, we played a game where there was a soccer ball in the middle, and you had to pelt it with tennis balls to make it go over to the opponent's side. When it was rolling twards our line, he kicked it, and scored the other team a point. He was laughing his head off while the teachers yelled at him. When I was making an imprtant phone call, he walks by and suddenly throws himelf on the ground and screams, "She kicked me!" Can you believe the nerve of that boy? Horrible. That night we had a special Shabatt dinner, and this morning I went to Györi's apartmant. We are going to Papa's house after the girls wake up.