So, the cast of this disaster: Me (the hostage), Mom (the well-meaning grammar cop), and Mikael (the human notification bell).
Here’s the thing about my mom. She is a woman of systems. She believes that English has rules, and those rules keep the world from falling apart. Watching UPD dismantle her lesson plan was like watching a raccoon set fire to a library. eng camp with mom and my annoying friend who upd
There are certain phrases that, when uttered, should trigger an immediate fight-or-flight response. For me, that phrase was: “It’s a bonding experience.” Eng camp with mom and my annoying friend
I slid down in the passenger seat, pulling my hoodie over my eyes. “Mom, can we pull over? I think I left my will to live at the last rest stop.” She believes that English has rules, and those
The peak of the week was the "Skit Night." My mom wanted to do a traditional tea party scene. My friend wanted to do a "GRWM" (Get Ready With Me) vlog in the middle of a 19th-century London set.
To handle the "Eng camp" aspect where technical setups (tents, stoves, bear bags) are difficult for Mom: