I went on camp once. It was horrid. The people who ran it were uber-religious, and that was somehow connected to the fact that all the food was vegetarian. So we had vegetarian lasagne, vegetarian pizza and a vegetarian roast, among other things. And each class was supposed to spend one night in a tent at some point during the week and cook their dinner themselves, which I was (kinda) looking forward to. It rained on our turn, though, so we just ended up making dinner on these wussy little gas burners. I opened what I hopefully imagined was a can of some form of mincemeat, but it turned out to be gluten chunks in gravy. EW. Plus noodles, with no flavour whatsoever, and eight portions of peas between four of us. :/ It was ghastly, especially since Stuart overcooked the peas. EEEEEW.
The food wasn't the worst part, though. (Well, yes it was, but shut up.) We did a bunch of stupid activities, and only the archery was fun. My friend Jayden screwed up and lost one of the arrows, so I think his parents had to pay for it. :/
Not to mention the fact that I was horribly sick the whole time, so I ended up vomiting on various occasions and lapsing into unconsciousness several times. They didn't let me go home, either. Apparently I was 'making a big fuss out of nothing' and they 'didn't need to worry my parents with little problems like that.' Y_Y
The mattresses on the beds were about two inches thick, too. Ouch.
In short, it was the worst experience of my life. So when camp came around this year, I was like u_u I ended up staying at school and cooking all week, though, so it was all good in the end. Most of the other camps involved dangerous things like flying, rock climbing, whitewater rafting, blackwater rafting, abseiling, hiking, and actual camping. *shudder*
But now I know how to make pasta. And focaccia, and multiple other bits and pieces. :3
But if you're in New Zealand, do not let anybody send you to Tui Ridge. It is horrible.