Sunday 3rd July
9:15am I’m not even going to go into the trauma I have to go through every morning to get these princesses to sweep and mop the floor – it’s too painful.
1:56pm Keakuki can be so loving and such good fun I really like her, but she makes me sad as I can tell her home life isn’t the best. She likes it when I hug her, but I feel like the only reason she likes it is to show off to the other campers. If you hug her for a second too long or are genuinely concerned for her, further than the normal ‘y’alright’, she’s horrible to you and tells you to get off. I’m sure it’s some sort of weird defense mechanism she has. I feel like she doesn’t want to enjoy the love too much or to cry. If she’s not going crazy laughing and giggling, she’s really down and looks so sad. There’s no middle ground with her.
One of my new campers was saying earlier how she ‘missed’ her diamond watch. Apparently her dad is a famous diamond dealer and he wouldn’t let her bring her jewellery to camp. Wow, she must have a lovely life.
2:40pm I was chatting to the little boys’ general counselor earlier, he’s fit.
Me: “So, anyone you’re getting on with extra well at camp?”
Him: “No, not really. I’m definitely enjoying looking after the little kids though.”
Me: “No one you’ve got your eye on?”
Him: “I don’t see why people have come to camp just to spend their time getting with the other counselors. We’re meant to be here for the kids.”
Oh dear, awkward. Definitely not on the same wavelength there!
7:16pm I hate how the ‘radio’ shack where I have to teach ‘DJing’ is on the way to the staff room. There are always other counselors going by and I really feel like they look at me questioning my life’s purpose here, and I’d have to agree. I don’t do anything. I offer a meek smile and they carry on – on good days they’ll come in and play with us – which is always fun. I don’t know how the other guy does this all day, it’s so boring, and lonely. It’s not even a radio. I think towards the end of the sessions he lets them broadcast on a frequency through camp, but only those doing a major. Teaching radio is shit.
I saw Ben earlier and we were very coy around each other, it was funny.
Ben: “I had a really good time last night.”
Me, with a smile: “Yeah, me too… it was err, fun.”
Haha, I love all the embarrassment when you know you both know you like each other, but everything is just slightly awkward. It gives me a rush.
12.22am Oh god, the girls are going crazy. I’ve just got back from the midnight staff meeting expecting them all to be asleep, but they were wandering around in their pyjamas saying some girl has broken into camp and is after them. Apparently Earl wouldn’t let the girl come back this year because she slit her wrists while she was here last year, and now she’s escaped her care home and the Mean Girls reckon she’s after them. What the fuck? These kids are crazy. Now they’re just frightening each other and spurring each other on. Has this really happened? How can they be so worked up if it’s not true, but how can it be true? I very much doubt some 13-year-old has managed to break out of a mental home and get to outback New York by herself. Argh, I can’t be bothered with this. I’m debating whether to move to a younger bunk.
Earl was raging at the staff meeting because from the start of camp he’s said that under no circumstances is peanut butter to be allowed on the campgrounds. Some kids have serious allergies to it and he says it’s not worth it. They have some fake stuff up at the dining hall and when we do our food check at the start of each session we’re supposed to do an extra vigorous check for peanut butter. One of the boy campers this session has managed to get it into camp and was found dealing a black market in it up at the dining hall. Earl’s enraged.
He’s also angry that someone stole the inkpot made of icing that was on the cake we had for the first session banquet. It’s gone from the kitchen and he wanted to keep it and use it again for the cake in the fourth session. Someone’s going to be in big trouble judging by the shade of his face.
1:04am There’s this five-foot monster in my bunk, known to her parents as Britney. She’s such a little bitch it’s incredible. She’s the ringleader in all this crazy girl talk: as soon as the other campers are peaceful she’ll start them up again by saying she just saw the girl out the window again, or some other bullshit. I bet she’s pure evil to the younger kids at school. I guess she has to be feisty to stand up for herself, but she just takes it to a whole other level. She’s so small, so she’s years behind the other girls in development, but is obsessed with boobs. She wants what the other girls have, but bullies them for it at the same time. Everything she says is loaded with bitchiness and she picks up on any self-doubts and rips them apart. She’s actually really popular though – I’m putting this down to the fact she came in a big group of girls so she’s always got them behind her. She’s quite scary to watch – I wonder what she’ll be like when she grows up? Argh, wish they’d shut up. I want to go to sleep.
1:35am They’ve finally calmed down and it sounds like Britney’s snoring a little. She has to wear this head brace for her teeth at night – looks very painful, and a little bit funny. Right, sleep time, thank god.