Wednesday 29th June
7:41am God, the toilets here are so feral. I don’t even want to get out of bed to go, they’re so disgusting and dirty. I can’t face it first thing in the morning. The drains can’t cope with the number of people using them and just keep blocking up. I’m sure the girls flush their tampons and pads down them when I’ve told them not to, they shouldn’t block this much. When the girls need to go they’re too lazy to use the plunger and so just piss on top of the overflow. By night time the toilets have stank out the bunk and there are poo particles swimming around on top where the drains are coming back up on themselves. It makes me heave. We have to get the handymen in to sort them out, eugh. Glad my bed is as far away from them as you can get. I don’t know what the parents must’ve thought yesterday when they dropped the kids off.
1:15pm We had a six-minor day again today for auditions and tryouts. I got my new timetable – they’ve dropped creative writing, they must’ve worked out no one ever turned up. I would’ve thought all these angst-ridden teenagers would be into it, but apparently not. So, this is what I’ll be doing for the next three weeks…
- 7:30 wake up
- 8:00 breakfast
- 9:30 rocketry minor
- 10:30 break and shower
- 10:45 crafts minor
- 11:45 break
- 12:00 radio minor
- 1:00 meet at the bunk
- 1:15 lunch
- 2:15 free
- 3:15 break
- 3:30 stained glass minor
- 4:30 break
- 4:45 leather major
- 5:45 break
- 6:00 dinner
- 7:00 rest hour
2:16pm The Mean Girls won’t eat the food up at the dining hall. Apparently it’s disgusting and unhealthy so they’ve bought crates of Cup Noodles – a bit like Pot Noodles, but with cheap packaging. I’m not sure why they think these are any better than the fatty food up there, but that’s up to them. They sat down at lunch today with no food on their plates and then just brought a cup of boiling water back to the bunk to eat their noodles here. I hate eating in front of people if they’re not, and they were staring at me too so I didn’t feel comfortable eating much either. I’ll be hungry for the rest of the day now. I hope they’re not going to be like this for the whole session.
Campers aren’t actually meant to bring food into the bunk, we’re supposed to frisk them on the way in and give it to the front office, because of all the creatures about. These girls managed to get special permission for their Cup Noodles, but they’re not supposed to have crisps and sweets. I’m going to bribe them with their supplies to keep their stash drawer a secret.
I’d got used to the old girls and had kind of settled into the idea that they were who I was going to be looking after for the summer. I think I forgot that I’d be getting new campers and I don’t want them – it feels weird. They’ve obviously taken an instant dislike to me; I just don’t know how to be around them. They’re all so confident and assured; I’m scared of them and I’m being really quiet. For the first time in my life I feel really old. They all seem happy enough with each other – I’ll leave it for a while until they come to me.
7:16pm Just been chatting to the camp director Bud about his favourite music – Billy Joel apparently. He’s such a cool guy, Bud, not Billy Joel. He’s got a kind and jolly face and thick, fluffy grey hair. He’s a bit of a porker, but I think that makes him look friendlier. He’s a fair man and the kids all like to chat to him. He knows his job like the back of his hand, he’s been doing it for years and knows most of the kids by name – you can tell he tries his best with the counselors too. Although, I’d say he could be a pretty scary guy if you got on the wrong side of him, but I think you have to be like that when you work with children. To make the kids respect you they need to fear you a bit, or at the very least they need to see a flash of a dark side that could be unleashed any second. Bud does that well. He must get a huge buzz from his job, when the kids were telling me I was their favourite counselor the other night I loved it.
12:45am Oh my god, will these girls ever SHUT UP? I’m so desperate to just go to sleep, but the girls keep getting in and out of bed and stomping across the bunk. It goes quiet and then one of them starts giggling and sets the others off.
1:45am Rebecca’s getting well pissed off, she just got out of bed and shouted at them. It made me jump.
Rebecca: “We’ve got to get up early and teach for six hours tomorrow – just shut UP, or I’ll get Bud in here and he will not appreciate being woken up.”
That seems to have done it, for now.