Tuesday 28th June
10am Changeover day today and I’m gutted. It’s amazing how close you can get to people in such a short space of time. I remember when the campers arrived and I was terrified – probably for the whole of the first week actually. I can’t believe how well I’ve bonded with them in the end. The same goes for the counselors too. I haven’t even known them a month and I genuinely feel like they’ve been my best friends forever.
Camper’s mum (screeching from 10 metres away): “Hey Meegan, do you like my new fanny pack?”
Same camper’s mum (now stood next to me): “You’re from England? Do you know Prince William?”
It was nice to see them with their parents, they were obviously happy to be together again, but you could tell they were kind of embarrassed too. It must feel weird going back home to normality after all the excitement of camp. Some of the girls won’t see each other again until next year, that’s if they come back, so they’re quite sad to say bye to each other too. I wish I could go with them – the new girls scare me.
2:16pm Ooo, gossip: just found out the new woodwork counselor has been chucked out of camp already. He was so drunk when he came in from the GC last night he got in what he thought was his bed, but it actually belonged to a kid with Asperger’s Syndrome. Apparently the kid was going wild screaming the place down.
Got chatting to the tall, stocky guy up at visual arts today. He’s called Ben and he’s working in painting and drawing. He’s from Perth in Australia and is a graphic designer back at home. As he was talking I was just looking at his face: it’s very structured with a clear jaw line and strong cheekbones. His kind, sparkly brown eyes balance out the harshness and his smile really lights up his face, although I do like his natural expression too. He’s so unique looking, he fascinates me.
11:50pm Keakuki is the only one who’s staying for the next session out of my bunk and the rest of the new girls arrived this afternoon. Oh. God. They are so different from my campers from last session. It’s like I’ve travelled back seven years and I’m meeting myself aged 13. They came storming in moaning at their parents, or if their parents weren’t there then they were moaning about them. As soon as they landed it was like a pink bomb had gone off in the bunk, exploding into an absolute shit tip. They’ve set up their pink bought-for-camp drawers, put out their pink bed linen, pinned up their pink fairy lights, unravelled their straighteners and now everyone’s scrambling for space to put their endless clothes. Poor Keakuki is sinking in all the pink, and she is not happy. She was queen bee before, there’s no way she will be with these girls. They all have so much stuff it’s incredible. Their posters are up all over the bunk and smiling photos are around their beds. They’ve got Tiffany jewellery, Abercrombie and Fitch pyjamas and Chanel make up bags. I want the old girls back.
I can barely get a word in edgeways and they are loud – pretty sure there’ll be no cringey silences with these girls. On first impressions, without needing the warnings from Rebecca and the head counselor, I’d say they were absolute bitches. They intimidate me, never mind Keakuki. They’re moaning, squealing and talking hysterically over each other and the head counselor has already been in twice to try and get them to calm down. This is going to be a long three weeks.