I'm not really sure what the hell I did to deserve this, but I did later find out the faculty was split between hating me/loving me. In fifth grade, my elementary school had a camp that they sent us to towards the end of the year to learn about the California Gold Rush. You get to sleep in these cabins, hang out with all the other kids, go on hikes, fun stuff for a little kid. I think a week before the camp, I get called into the office.

Now, back in the day I was the troubled child. The reason the staff were split over me was that apparently the counselor there had marked me as being mentally troubled. That began a long series of tests and being pulled out of class to go to counseling. The weird thing is, and I still have no idea why, is that I wasn't ever with the other mentally challenged kids. I was usually in a tiny room by myself, while they gave me worksheet after worksheet, then sometimes bring me out to the normal counseling room to do some more tests/have me talk with other kids to see how we react. Eventually they found that there was nothing mentally wrong with me, only that I was really different.

Anyways, so I'm in the office in front of some adults that I don't really recognize. I think one of them was the counselor, the other one was in charge of the camp. I don't even remember what they told me; I'd gotten used to phasing out whatever they had to dish to me, so it went by like a blur of justifications and reasons. What I do remember is, they told me that I couldn't be around the other kids at camp. I would be in a different cabin, along with some other kids. I said sure, paid no attention to it.

Fast forward to Fifth Grade Camp. We're getting the run-down of what to do and what not to do, and getting assigned our cabins and chaperones. Then the lady who ran the camp showed up again. She pulled me and one other guy, who I recognized as being in the tiny room with me sometimes, other times in the counseling room. While everyone else followed the chaperones to their cabins, she brought us to one where no one else was going. We were the only two people in that cabin for the entire week we were there.

I vaguely remember being able to go into the other cabins and talk to the other kids, that is, until someone would show up and ask me if I was lost. All in all, being stuck in that cabin with one other guy wasn't that bad, but to me it sent a clear message that the staff were not looking out for my best interests.