When a major mix up sends me, nerdy girl extraordinaire, to a residential sports camp for Olympic hopefuls instead of science camp, I know anything that can go wrong, will. My only hope is to suck it up and try not to mess anything up. Between majorly missing my dad and my worry over his and Diane's divorce, camp takes a toll on me. (And let's be real, I'm not exactly well-suited for physical agility tests and early morning workout sessions.) Throw in some embarrassing mishaps and a few emotional letters home, and this year's summer camp will be one for the record books.