Tuesday 12th July
2:15pm Everyone’s started hanging out in the staff room a lot more since the accident. I think it’s a mixture of not wanting to be around the kids so much and the fact that all the counselors have got a lot closer since it happened.The staff room is pretty cool; it’s divided into two. On one side are three sofas and a big TV, that’s where the toilet is too, which stinks. I’d hate to know how many counselors have had sex in there. On the other side is a desk with two computers that never work, the phone booths, a pool table with half the balls missing and a foosball table. The windows are those ones where you can see out and not in – for the kids protection as much as ours I think. Everyone just sits around eating and chatting. Bud and Earl never come in here – probably because it smells like a garbage dump.
7:12pm Just found out some of the Mean Girls will be staying for six weeks. I’m absolutely gutted. Bah!On a more fun note: we had a carnival for lazy day today. Each bunk set up a stall on the big green and the campers and counselors just had to go around and try them all. Basically, it’s just an easy day of playing around with no majors or minors to teach. Danielle beat the shit out of me on the pillow duel game. We each had to stand on a podium and then smack each other with a pillow until one of us falls. Ben and Cara were pissing themselves laughing at Danielle and me trying to overthrow each other. Pete was chucking the extra cushions at me to try and knock me off and Pip had the kids chanting, “Lucy, Lucy, Lucy”. Obviously Danielle only won because I’m so nice and didn’t want to hurt her – she’s about 5ft nothing compared to my 5ft 9. After this, to show there were no hard feelings, we got married by a 10-year-old dressed as a vicar in the gay wedding booth. I had to wear a veil and hold a bouquet and Danielle wore a top hat while we had our photos taken. There was a straight one too – but it wasn’t anywhere near as busy.
I went to the Hershey’s Chocolate Kisses stall where you could send a ‘kiss’ to someone in the internal mail. The campers whose idea it was gave them out at dinnertime with labels attached that people had been writing during the day, it was very sweet. One of my campers found out I’d sent one to Ben; she found it hilarious so decided to take the piss out of me for the rest of the day.
I got to know Pip a lot better today – she’s a funny fucker. She manages to take the piss out of the campers without them actually realising, but she’s not actually being mean. They just don’t get our sense of humour or understand our jokes, which makes them even funnier to me.
8:47pm Watched Camp Rockbear American Idol tonight for evening activity, at the Kennedy Theatre. There’s this girl at camp called Alexis who’s about 17 and gorgeous, and all the other girls totally worship her. They follow her around and try to spot her like she’s some celebrity.
Britney, longingly: “Alexis is so beautiful. I actually want to be her.”
She’s so pretty and has the coolest clothes – I think I might hate her. She didn’t win, even though every girl on camp was rooting for her. Ron and Earl chose some guys who’d made up a dance routine to go with their song too. She was crushed; everyone thought she was a dead cert. God, even I’m starting to take these things seriously.
My campers this session aren’t really into the performing arts side of this err, performing arts camp, so I don’t think I’m seeing what the other counselors are. When I go to Danielle’s bunk with the 16-year-olds, or even Emily’s with the eight-year-olds, they’re all practicing their lines and warming up their voices in the mornings. Their kids put loads of pressure on themselves to get the parts – apparently when the leads went up on the notice boards on the second day they were up at 6am checking to see if they were up yet. My kids just aren’t into that. They can’t even be bothered to go to breakfast, never mind an audition.
9:30pm Christ. The girls in the bunk opposite are having a bra party! They’re 15 and all dressing up in their bras and knickers to hang out together. They’re doing filthy poses and taking pictures of each other on the terrace. The kids are just so confident with their bodies and with each other here. I’m leaving this mad house for my night off, woohoo!