Sunday 24th July
12:36pm I love it when no kids turn up for your class. You get to sack it off and have a sleep, or update your diary from the comfort of your bed.
Went to the GC last night, the first time since the accident. It was all right actually. Me, Cara, Danielle, Emily and a few other girls wore t-shirts saying, ‘We think your tractor’s sexy’ in response to the boys’ ‘Do you like my tractor?’ ones they were wearing around camp the other day. Cara, Danielle and a few of the other girls got them on their day off for us. I felt honoured they’d got one for me, they didn’t get one for Rebecca – you could tell she was well pissed off. She likes to think everyone worships her, because I think everyone kind of did at the start of camp, before they got to know her. She was like a camp oracle. She made some snide remark about how stupid they were and strutted off. Meooww.
It was a ‘nice’ night, pretty non-eventful compared to the old nights up there. I guess everyone’s being more cautious, and it feels weird to be getting back to normal when two people have died. Danielle pulled one of the fitties from waterfront; she’s getting around a bit that girl!
I saw a skunk, which was exciting – they look just like the cartoons.
Ben and me didn’t speak. When I got there he was sat at a table on the terrace. He saw me, I smiled then went in to get a round, and when I came out he’d gone home. Bit weird and unnecessary.
Had a really fun morning today. Cara and me set off the kids’ rockets they’d been building in rocketry. When they’re up in the sky I get so paranoid that they’re going to land on the kids’ heads and hurt them in some horrific way, but Cara just encourages it:
Cara: “10 points if you hit Bud, 50 points for Earl!”
Then the kids run around like crazed dogs, squealing and pleading with their rockets to land near the office for the points.
1:56pm Emily and me were comparing our luscious locks and soft skin earlier. The kids have all these expensive beauty products and just leave them in the shower for the poor counselors to take advantage of – rude not to really.
Loads of the kids have got this ‘mono’ thing now, although some of them are calling it ‘strep’. I’m sure they’re just doing it to get out of lessons. Wow, I’m so unsympathetic, I sound like my mum. They don’t sound any different though when they talk – they’re just moping around more and moaning that it hurts. I’m