From A Wanderluster To The Other Lost Souls

At midnight wears out cinderella's spell and at the bar's close mine does as well, running away, she left behind her shoe, I better stay, where's my prince I've got no clue. A poisoned apple took to bring Snow White down,  it's been 10 shots and who's keeping count? There won't be a kiss from that prince so charming, just crazy monsters with huge signs of warning. Am I even wearing a red riding hood? 'Cause I feel being chased by a dangerous wolf, nowhere to hide, ho granny's house to run to, you all eat my heart, won't you? no fairy godmothers, friendly animals not genies in the lamp, only cellphones, stronger drinks and credit cards; I better get in the taxi and go to sleep, 'cause I'll pass out if I have one more sip.

In life you're supposed to learn tons of lessons, and this year is definitly one of those years that it's all about learning. I've learnt how to survive in a country where I knew no one, where they spoke a language I spoke at most a couple of hours in a classroom, where the whole culture is different; I learnt how to start over and I loved it. Leaving all behind gave new perspectives of who I am and who I want to be. However, one of the most interesting lessons was the one I learnt at the camp I worked for almost 6 weeks. Obviously, I had to learn first aids, how to react if one of the kids went missing, how to react in the case of a bear showed up, blah blah blah. However, no one taught us how to deal with teenagers! The kids were from 5th graders to 8th graders, and let me put it this way; the older the get, the worse they are. They were cocky, disrespectful, they'd swear in spanish or english according to who counselor they were with, they wouldn't brush t...