The high point of the night: Four eleven-ish year old boys are walking towards my room. Travis, in the room before mine, had done his thing and scared the boys. As they approach my room I hear one of the boys say derisively "Jacob, you were scared." I time my entrance perfectly and all four boys stagger backwards a couple steps as I appear as if out of nowhere. No one is making fun of Jacob anymore.
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