I'm sitting in my green chair under the stars away from the people. some are making a fire, and others are telling ghost stories. (Well, president Elmer, 2nd Counsolor in Stake is)

Today, well Yesterday, We went to the shotgun merit badge, and man, was it boring. But today, another councelor taught it. We got to fire a 12 guage pump action shot-gun. I was afraid the kick was going to be really bad, but it was like Russells puch on my left shoulder.

I really have a problem. I knoew Kevin Chestworth sweared, but not in front of us. I was wrong. Now Reed Samuelson is starting to swear, and So is Dalton Blocker. Kevin is really raciect to. He was calling African-American people "niggers." I want to be in the Navy, so I am not raciect, and I wouldn't want to be. I think I should go to the Bishop, but not name names. He even asked me to come to him If I had any concerns for my quorum. James Drysdale just got mad at me because he wants to sleep in the other guys tents, so I told him to get his stuff out of mine. I'm trying to decide if I should make this journal really personal, or keep it so my kids can read it.