Came Back......alive

Well, I came back from camp, and as can be expected, I was right. Our building was magnificent, if I can post any pictures, I will. Unfortunately, when the adults came to visit, my grandma and grandpa came, with a battery-less camera.
The building we built got stuck in the freaking middle. I would explain it but some of the words of how to call certain things in English are out of my vocabulary (which is rare, just so you know).
While the other kids of the group from Salit were rarely seen in the team, I was actually one of the top knot tie-ers around. <- is that spelled correctly, if not, then how?
I also met a new role-model of mine at the camp. He is small, has long hair, but has muscles like a bull. This typically leads you to the stereotype of a stuck up, well, muscular person. But this guy is conserved, which gives at least the impression that he has very high expectations of himself, and has a steady core.
The last day was pure hell. I got a sore, which typically happens in the pelvic area, around the balls and legs. Unfortunately, I got mine in the ass. This was extremely painful, but since nobody believed me (and I didn't want to show anyone the truth), I was stuck helping everyone else clean up the camp.
I named myself the best trash collecter in Israel, the best trash weighlifter in the world, and the best freestyle cook in my camp. (dont even ask me what any of those are.)
All that kept me going was the hope to get home alive. At nights, it was frightening to sleep, if you haven't slept in the company of kids outside the U.S. then you won't understand any of this. The first night, I was already expecting trouble, as I was familiar with the ways of Israelis. I tried my best, but I couldn't stay up as long as them. I went to sleep, and lo and behold, one hour later my whole sleeping bag was covered in a liter of water. Some older girls took pity on me and told me they would help protect me. Not that that did anything, I was still pummeled with shoes and sticks and bottles.
The next night, luckily, I only woke up once. But it turns out I was turned into a snorter, not on purpose. The older people, to warm up, just sprayed a little water at me, which is not bad. But when they really wanted to start having fun, they started pouring tobasco, yes, the hot-sauce, up people's noses. How does that sound?
Fortunately, during the day, I was king, not that I'm strong or anything, but let me just say that I know how to manipulate my friends... =P