Thursday 30th June
10:36am Because the girls were up so late last night they were all exhausted this morning and wouldn’t get out of bed, I had to ask them a million times. I really can’t be arsed with this every morning. I can’t go to sleep so late, I can barely keep my eyes open now and it’s not even lunchtime. I sacrificed going to the GC last night for a good night’s sleep, but instead I spent the night listening to the girls laughing and messing around. I’m not happy.
2:36pm Aww, the tall guy from visual arts, Ben, and me have quickly become best friends, except for the fact I really fancy him. He’s so easy to talk to and when he smiles I just want to smile back. He’s told me all about his life in Perth and what it’s like living by so much wildlife and sea. He doesn’t actually like water that much though. I’ve noticed that with quite a few Australians I’ve met here. I just assumed they all go for a morning surf before breakfast, think I’ve been watching too much Home and Away.
Ben’s thing is art. He spends a lot of time in Perth’s art galleries and he paints people he sees in the street – apparently he’s quite well known around his area. He puts the paintings on show in exhibitions, which is pretty cool. He doesn’t look like a typical scrawny, starving artist – although the proof is obviously in his pale sun-starved skin. He’s very broad and his arms are huge, he says he doesn’t do any exercise though. His big hands are sexy and he’s so tall, about 6ft 5 – jackpot! He was wearing a white t-shirt today, with burgundy cords and flip flops, and ray-bans perched on his reddy/brown mop. He looks like someone from the film Almost Famous.
His nan brought him up as his dad was never around and his mum was always working. He looked to her for everything, bless him, he’s definitely a ‘sensitive type’. Hmmm, yeah, he’s going to be good company for the summer for sure. Tim from rock shop keeps coming up to me in the canteen and trying to talk. He is really fit, but very dull. Ben seems really interesting; he had me intrigued when I saw him walking by the other night, and after talking to him I definitely want to get to know him better.
Every week each bunk gets a big blue drawstring bag and a white one, and the kids stuff them full of dark and light dirty washing to be sent away and done off-site. Rebecca said they always lose stuff so she doesn’t use it, instead counselors can use the washing machines and dryers by the staff room, which is what I’m doing now. You have to sit with it to swap it over and buy your own powder and liquid, but it’s better than getting your clothes mixed up with the smelly kids’. Although, I’m probably pretty smelly myself at the moment.
7:08pm Before every meal the campers have to meet back at their bunks before we can go up to the dining hall to eat. Even though they’ve all been to camp before and so know this, only about half of the Mean Girls were at the bunk before dinner. Rebecca had to go up to the dining hall and bring them back down before we could go up again as a bunk. This obviously pissed them all off, and me. Fuck, these girls are annoying. I swear they do it on purpose.
Rang mum earlier to tell her all about camp. It’s difficult to know where to start. I told her about the video postcard I’m going to make with Jamie and she’s very excited. I need to go and see him actually. He’s probably busy at the moment with all the new kids – I’ll give it a week. Sounds like everything is just the same old at home. I told her about the Mean Girls.
Mum: “Now you’ll know what I’ve had to put up with all these years. Let this be a lesson in life for you Lucy.”
8:16pm Cara is so, so funny with the kids – she should be Counselor of the Week for sure – they all think she’s nuts. The kids love telling Cara how they’re an eighth Irish, or at least their second cousin once removed is.
Camper: “Do you know Seamus O’Neill,” or similar Irish sounding name.
Cara: “Ar yeah, went to school with him. Ah great guy.”
They’re so stupid they fully believe her – Americans definitely don’t understand sarcasm.
Cara: “Ar fo god’s sake, cop on!”
She always winds them up in our leather class too, telling them how we get the leather ourselves from the cows in the fields behind the mountains.
Cara: “I go out der wi’ me big gun and shoot ‘em down. Yous can see de bullet holes der.”
The kids are open-mouthed fingering the natural, random holes in the big pieces of leather we have in awe.
Cara makes out like the kids annoy her and get in her way, but you can tell she genuinely loves them. She works really hard – her majors and minors are so much more fun than the rest of the counselors’. Watching her, I don’t know how she ever held down a serious job though. She said she was a chef before camp, working long hours and even winning Pastry Chef of the Year 2002 in Ireland. I absolutely cannot imagine her paying attention for more than 10 minutes to bake something. She says she has ADHD, which doesn’t surprise me. I’m actually jealous of all her energy.
I love teaching rocketry with her and we’ve got a really good group of kids this session. We have these packs for the kids with all the decoration and tubes and dynamite they need to build the rockets. All we have to do is show them how to do it. You basically just get the tube, hot glue the wings on, stick a few bits of decoration here and there – you can paint it if you like – and then attach the dynamite stick to it. Then in a week or so, and at the end of the session, we’ll set them all off in the baseball field. The kids love the bangs and try to sneak more dynamite out of the other packets to make theirs go higher.
8:46pm Gay Pete and me went down to the water trampoline today in our free. It’s so much fun. It’s moored out in the lake and has inflatable sides with a bouncy centre so you can get a really good jump on and then dive straight into the water. I didn’t enjoy the fact Pete was taking pictures though, all of which were completely hideous. It’s not about bouncing up and down in a bikini with a load of scrawny 14-year-olds about – I looked like a whale in a goldfish pond.
9:23pm Zoe’s so annoying. I liked it in first session when Jude was the really strict one who got the kids in line, Rebecca was second in command, and I was free to have fun with them. Since Jude’s been promoted and moved out of the bunk we’ve all had to move up a step. Now Zoe is at the bottom having fun, booooo. She’s so much worse than I was though; she acts just like a camper – actually worse than a camper – which encourages them to misbehave too. She has no control over the kids and doesn’t seem to actually want any either. It’s always:
Zoe: “Why do we have to do that? Who’d notice if we didn’t clean the bunk? Who cares? Can’t we just skip breakfast? Why do we have to get up so early?”
She’s making it so hard for Rebecca and me to get the kids to do what we say. I can tell Rebecca’s raging inside. She’s gone really quiet like she’s going to blow any second. If she’s not frantically biting her nails, she’s giving Zoe the filthiest looks she can muster – sometimes she even manages both simultaneously.
12:16am These new girls just don’t do a thing I say, they’re driving me crazy. I’ve had the head counselor in and Bud has threatened them with ETB ‘Early To Bed’ for the rest of the week, but they just don’t care. I can’t actually be bothered to try and get them to be quiet anymore. They don’t listen. Arghhh!