Chapter 5

5

There were six large gray tents, and each one had a black letter on it: A, B, C, D, E, or F. The first five
tents were for the campers. The counselors slept in F.
Stanley was assigned to D tent. Mr. Pendanski was his counselor.
"My name is easy to remember," said Mr. Pendanski as he shook hands with Stanley just outside the
tent. "Three easy words: pen, dance, key."
Mr. Sir returned to the office.
Mr. Pendanski was younger than Mr. Sir, and not nearly as scary looking. The top of his head was
shaved so close it was almost bald, but his face was covered in a thick curly black beard. His nose was
badly sunburned.
"Mr. Sir isn't really so bad," said Mr. Pendanski. "He's just been in a bad mood ever since he quit
smoking. The person you've got to worry about is the Warden. There's really only one rule at Camp
Green Lake: Don't upset the Warden."
Stanley nodded, as if he understood.
"I want you to know, Stanley, that I respect you," Mr. Pendanski said. "I understand you've made some
bad mistakes in your life. Otherwise you wouldn't be here. But everyone makes mistakes. You may have
done some bad things, but that doesn't mean you're a bad kid."
Stanley nodded. It seemed pointless to try and tell his counselor that he was innocent. He figured that
everyone probably said that. He didn't want Mr. Pen-dance-key to think he had a bad attitude.
"I'm going to help you turn your life around," said his counselor. "But you're going to have to help, too.
Can I count on your help?"
"Yes, sir," Stanley said.
Mr. Pendanski said, "Good," and patted Stanley on the back.
Two boys, each carrying a shovel, were coming across the compound. Mr. Pendanski called to them.
"Rex! Alan! I want you to come say hello to Stanley. He's the newest member of our team."
The boys glanced wearily at Stanley.
They were dripping with sweat, and their faces were so dirty that it took Stanley a moment to notice that
one kid was white and the other black.
"What happened to Barf Bag?" asked the black kid.
"Lewis is still in the hospital," said Mr. Pendanski. "He won't be returning." He told the boys to come
shake Stanley's hand and introduce themselves, "like gentlemen."

"Hi," the white kid grunted.
"That's Alan," said Mr. Pendanski.
"My name's not Alan," the boy said. "It's Squid. And that's X-Ray."
"Hey," said X-Ray. He smiled and shook Stanley's hand. He wore glasses, but they were so dirty that
Stanley wondered how he could see out of them.
Mr. Pendanski told Alan to go to the Rec Hall and bring the other boys to meet Stanley. Then he led him
inside the tent.
There were seven cots, each one less than two feet from the one next to it.
"Which was Lewis's cot?" Mr. Pendanski asked.
"Barf Bag slept here," said X-Ray, kicking at one of the beds.
"All right, Stanley, that'll be yours," said Mr. Pendanski.
Stanley looked at the cot and nodded. He wasn't particularly thrilled about sleeping in the same cot that
had been used by somebody named Barf Bag.
Seven crates were stacked in two piles at one side of the tent. The open end of the crates faced
outward. Stanley put his backpack, change of clothes, and towel in what used to be Barf Bag's crate. It
was at the bottom of the stack that had three in it.
Squid returned with four other boys. The first three were introduced by Mr. Pendanski as Jose,
Theodore, and Ricky. They called themselves Magnet, Armpit, and Zigzag.
"They all have nicknames," explained Mr. Pendanski. "However, I prefer to use the names their parents
gave them—the names that society will recognize them by when they return to become useful and
hardworking members of society."
"It ain't just a nickname," X-Ray told Mr. Pendanski. He tapped the rim of his glasses. "I can see inside
you, Mom. You've got a big fat heart."
The last boy either didn't have a real name or else he didn't have a nickname. Both Mr. Pendanski and
X-Ray called him Zero.
"You know why his name's Zero?" asked Mr. Pendanski. "Because there's nothing inside his head." He
smiled and playfully shook Zero's shoulder.
Zero said nothing.
"And that's Mom!" a boy said.
Mr. Pendanski smiled at him. "If it makes you feel better to call me Mom, Theodore, go ahead and call
me Mom." He turned to Stanley. "If you have questions, Theodore will help you. You got that,
Theodore. I'm depending on you."

Theodore spit a thin line of saliva between his teeth, causing some of the other boys to complain about
the need to keep their "home" sanitary.
"You were all new here once," said Mr. Pendanski, "and you all know what it feels like. I'm counting on
every one of you to help Stanley."
Stanley looked at the ground.
Mr. Pendanski left the tent, and soon the other boys began to file out as well, taking their towels and
change of clothes with them. Stanley was relieved to be left alone, but he was so thirsty he felt as if he
would die if he didn't get something to drink soon.
"Hey, uh, Theodore," he said, going after him. "Do you know where I can fill my canteen?"
Theodore whirled and grabbed Stanley by his collar. "My name's not Thee-o-dore," he said. "It's
Armpit." He threw Stanley to the ground.
Stanley stared up at him, terrified.
"There's a water spigot on the wall of the shower stall."
"Thanks . . . Armpit," said Stanley.
As he watched the boy turn and walk away, he couldn't for the life of him figure out why anyone would
want to be called Armpit.
In a way, it made him feel a little better about having to sleep in a cot that had been used by somebody
named Barf Bag. Maybe it was a term of respect.