Usually the words job and summer do not go hand in hand when dealing with teenagers. But working for the Gathering Place was different. It's not like any other job that you'd dread going to because you'd rather spend your week day mornings sleeping in, watching the soaps, or just lounging around, but The Willow Tree was about coming together with different teenagers who had many differences except- ministry.
Now I could sit here all day and talk about how exciting, productive, and life changing this summer job is but then I'd be off topic. So I'll save that for another time. But I would like to share with you the summer that could be compared to the days when my cousin and I stayed up all night talking about whatever came to the top of our heads, the summer that nearly topped super soakers and water gun fights in Germany, the summer that would put me on the map!
It all happened somewhere around June 2006 when my first real job ever, had began. It felt so invigorating to actually be working a real job and earning real money. One of the best parts was meeting people. Whether they attended my school, my rival school, or were adults who were in charge, it made everyday worth wile. However, the real fun arrived when I met a group of guys who all attended my rival high school. All of them, ever last one. There were about five or six of them and they all were athletes- football players to be exact.
I really don't know how it all began- maybe because we were already rivals considering the fact that everyone in my group went to the same school- but my female urban ministries group and their male urban ministries group began to form this festering animosity against each other that would soon explode. LOL! (funny that I should say that but I'll get back to it in a minute) So, days went by and everyday at work we had something smart to say to each other. And all though we were joking we couldn't resist, we couldn't help ourselves. To make what could be a long story short, one day after bowling, they attacked us with water balloons, right as we were walking out of the Strike Zone. And though I didn't get hit, it was still fun. AND that meant war! The tension between their group and mine kept on building. Throughout the summer we suffered random water balloon attacks that caught us off guard most of the time.
But I warned them! Shaking my fist like the angry old men from certain cartoon shows, I gave them a heads up so that they'd be prepared for something wicked that was coming their way. I sat and plotted, I plotted and sat. I sat and plotted, I plotted and sat. I sat and- well you get the picture, I thought about it really hard. Until one day- Eureka! It hit me! I knew exactly what I was gonna do to get even with them. Before I began to plan and plot, I had decided that whatever it was that would be done to them would have to teach them a lesson, it would have to stick to them like glue (figuratively), make them suffer, make them wish they'd never been born!
The plan was to make them cupcakes. Yep, that's right, cupcakes. Momma always said that the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach. So I decided to make them cupcakes. But the plan doesn't stop there, oh no no no! The catch was- now don't try this at home- I was to put ex-lax in them. I'd make them sweet treats and give them the runs all at the same time. So the night before I went to Wal*Mart and bought everything that was necessary. As I baked all night, I sat and thought about how evil, yet clever my plan was; rubbing my hands together hoping it would work. Nine small bars of ex-lax chocolate were melted and mixed in with the chocolate icing. Nine bars for four cupcakes, you calculate how much damage the cupcakes were going to do. Their cupcakes were put inside an individual container so that they would not be confused with the regulars. Get it? Regulars!
The next day, I gave the girls in my group their cupcakes so that it wouldn't look so suspicious. Afterwards, I offered two of the guys a cupcake. Both of them gladly accepted and one of them was sure to get any icing that may have been stuck to the top of the lid. When we saw the other two guys, both declined. But one of the guys who had had a first, came back for another one.
Yes! They fell for it! My plan worked! It wasn't until a few days later that I told them the real reason as to why I baked them cupcakes. Although they really didn't tell me and really didn't react to me telling them, I think they were livid. But who cared? I didn't. My plan had worked and they got what they deserved.
The moral of this story; always have a plan B. Why? Because a few days after I told them, they attacked us with water balloons again.