Week 4 is like a melting popsicle—you know you are supposed to be enjoying it, but all you can think about while it drips is how sickly sweet it is and how stifling the air is and how sticky your hands are and how sad you are going to be when it is gone. And you just can’t bring yourself to lick away the oozing juice to get to the still frozen core, which is what you wanted at the start.
I came u...
I started out this week on a lower note than usual. The kids were bothering me, I didn't sleep well the night before, and I couldn't seem to connect with any of the kids. Over the years that I have worked at camp, I've become less inclined to pick them up, let them sit on my lap, or give them piggy back rides. Some of my campers from past years still try to climb all over me, which reminds me that...
My funniest story from this week is when I told a camper I loved them. I was sitting in the arts and crafts room in extended day, and Lars was talking about fast food chains. He mentioned Wendy’s, and I said, “I love Wendy’s. I would kill someone for a frosty.” I hear, “Bye Alex!” from behind me, and I turn to see one of my little Gazelles waving with her mom standing behind her. Feeling flustered...
When I was working extended day this week, one of the older campers started to talk about how the counselors must get happy when kids leave on a vacation. “They [the counselors] must be like ‘YESSS’ inside,” he said as he wandered around the arts and crafts room.
He’s not wrong. Even if you only have a kid for a week, their little oddities and personality quirks can grate on you, especially if you...
Hi friends!
I was thinking about how awful I am at communicating with my friends, and I was thinking about all the stories from my week of camp that I would tell my friends if I was face to face with them. But I don’t just reach out to people and say “Hey, here’s something that happened at camp today that I think you would enjoy to keep up with my life!”
So here’s my solution.
Because I like to kn...
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