Read Tuesday 14th June
Wednesday 15th June
5:16pm No one’s turned up to my creative writing lesson again – very sad. No one cares. At least it means another free for me though, woo!
Cara and me have quickly become really good friends. As well as stained glass we also have to teach craft together and neither of us has a clue. A bunch of seven year olds want to learn craft from us two – a wannabe lifeguard and DJ? Haha, unlucky. I had a brainwave today though – we had some sponge heads for the mops so we chopped them up for the kids and gave them some eyes, pipe cleaners, pens, glue and felt, and showed them how to make a SpongeBob Squarepants. The kids absolutely loved it. I don’t think the visual arts boss was too impressed though. God, she’s a weird one.
There’s this camper from Hawaii in my bunk, Keakuki. I’m so fascinated by the fact she’s from Hawaii – I just thought it was where rich people went on holiday. She’s very sweet, sometimes. At other times she’s totally nuts and just goes crazy at us, screaming and screeching about where her top is, or what some other kid has said to her. I’d say she feels like the odd one out with all these skinny little Jewish girls though, she’s probably twice the size of them and twice as ugly. She’s so loud as well. She seems to have taken a liking to me, whenever she sees me around camp she just screeches, “Luuccccyyyy!” and runs over to me for a hug nearly bowling me over. I guess I should be grateful; she’s horrible to Jude.
9:16pm Food here is weird: deep-fried cauliflower, toxic-coloured cereal, minging squeezy cheese, disgusting sugary bread, but oooo homemade cookies with chocolate chips today. Loved them. There are soda dispensers up there with unlimited refills, so as well as the sugar and e number-filled food the kids get high on coke too.
Evening activity tonight was a song recital. Some of these kids make me cringe they’re such nerds. Anyone who was in the recital has been walking around camp today with a sign round their necks saying ‘vocal rest’ and not speaking. When they do sing it’s operatic and they flutter their eyelids like they’re having a bit of a seizure when they hit the high notes. Didn’t like it.
2isham Went up to the GC tonight. Cara turned up in her pyjamas, again. What a hero. I snogged Tim from rock shop – he’s a right fitty and he’s well into little old me, woohoo! He’s got cool shaggy hair, a buff bod and such a cute smile. My bunkmate Rebecca got with his ugly mate and Danielle was getting it on with her climbing wall boss. I’m sure that will be fun for her in the morning.
In the evenings the dining hall is open until about 2am for the counselors in case we’re hungry. There are loads of cereals and breads out for us, which is great if you can’t be arsed to walk up the big hill to the GC, but want to hang out away from the kids. When we got back from the GC tonight me and Cara went to see if anyone was in there. There were about 15 counselors all having a cereal fight; obviously we got stuck right in there. I stood on one of the tables and spun round sprinkling coco pops everywhere, then Cara copied me and we ended up just chucking the little variety pack boxes at each other, using people for shields. We’re going to get our arses whipped tomorrow, but it was so much fun trashing the place.
I love everyone here so much. Not just because I’ve had a drink, but because I genuinely feel like I’ve met my soul mates. We have such a laugh – Cara and me, gay horsey Pete and me, everyone and me… – no one could ever understand this experience unless they actually have it I don’t know how I’ll even begin to explain it all to my friends at home. We’re a team here, we support each other and we know exactly what each other is going through so we can sympathise with each other’s camp troubles. I like it when we get together and discuss tactics for keeping the kids in line, and I like it even better when we come together and DRINK.
Thursday 16th June coming soon…