I'd only go to the camp if your very own personal slavemaster was included. Someone to threaten me with a whip unless I exercise/do my homework/wash the dishes/whatever else needs to be done. One of those drill seargeants in military films (the one who yells really loudly, "ALL RIGHT YOU MAGGOTS, ONE OF YOU PUNY WORMS WILL SUCCEED, THE OTHERS WILL FAIL MISERABLY! 500 PUSHUPS, NOW!") would work too, I suppose.