Monday 4th July – Independence Day!
2:23pm Some of the British counselors started the day off singing God Save the Queen on the loudspeaker across camp – I couldn’t be bothered to get up early enough. The camp was covered in England flags; they were chalked on the floor, hung outside the bunks and pinned to every notice board. Apparently it’s traditional for all the kids to dowse the British counselors with shaving foam and before I’d even made it to breakfast I’d been sprayed about five times.
Zoe got some of the kids she teaches at drama to water bomb me when I got out of the dining hall after breakfast; I noticed how she didn’t get Rebecca though. I like to think this is because I’m fun and Rebecca’s scarily mardy, not because they all hate me. This made me five minutes late for rocketry. When I got there Cara had given all the kids cups and bottles and she had a bucket of water – they drenched me when I walked in. Hearing the kids’ hysterical laughter made it ok, but I need to think of something good to get Cara back.
After rocketry all the kids were telling Ben to chuck me in the lake. I can’t believe how much abuse I’ve already had today. I was pleading with him not to, but obviously in a pathetic girly way. I wasn’t really that bothered. He scooped me up and chucked me over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift and all the kids were cheering. He started off well, but after about two minutes I think he was regretting launching my 10-stone weight on his back. The kids were all egging him on to throw me in so he couldn’t back down now. I could feel him buckle under me, especially as I kept slapping him on the back to let me go, but he stayed strong. I loved it really, but I felt like I had to do that whole flirty thing girls do when they like a guy. Haha, I’m smitten. He smelt so good and I gave his bum a cheeky squeeze when the kids weren’t looking. I think he was trying to hold his breath to give him the extra oomph to get through the 5-minute walk down to waterfront. In the end he gave up and pretended to be nice by dropping me on the sand just a few metres short of the lake. Oh dear, must stop eating all those chicken wings at lunch times. I was laughing and ran back to visual arts with the kids, but turned around to see him bent double with his hands splayed on the picnic table breathing heavily.
7:07pm The horsey lot dyed two of the horses blue from top to tail. They looked amazing, like magical creatures from a fantasy film. I don’t know what they’ve done with them; they’re probably hiding them from Earl. He’ll go mental if he sees them.
After lunch Cara pulled the same trick as she did in rocketry and got all the stained glass kids to throw water at me when I arrived. A few of my favourites looked really hesitant to chuck it at me, which made me love them even more. The Mean Girls were walking past as the kids drenched me: unimpressed was not the word. It’s like they think they’re too cool to have fun. They rolled their eyes and carried on – like they judged me unworthy. They’re the ones missing out though, the stained glass kids were pretty much on the floor laughing, bless them.
Found out it was Zoe who stole the icing inkpot. Haha, legend. I wouldn’t tell Rebecca that if I was her though, those two are not getting on.
I really don’t know what last night was about with the girls. They seem convinced that they saw this girl on camp – but the head counselor has no idea what they’re talking about either. Strange children.
11:16pm After dinner we had the Independence Day celebrations. Every country did a sketch to do with their country; England’s was so embarrassingly shite. That douche guy that said he had a great idea dressed up in a Darth Vader outfit – that was it! We all stood around him tunelessly singing Three Lions, it was pure cringe. The Kiwis did the Hakka, the Scots gave them some native words and the Aussies taught them to sing Land Down Under.
Then we went to the Kennedy Theatre to watch the camp orchestra play some classic American tunes. We all stood up to sing Star-Spangled Banner with our hands on our hearts looking toward the flag – hilarious. There was even a sheet under the flag in case it came unhooked and fell on the floor.
After that Bud put on the most amazing firework display I’ve ever seen. The whizzes and bangs went on for ages and they spelt out ‘Camp Rockbear’ in fire. I also had one of the most intense moments of my life. I got there and I was desperately trying to find Ben. I wanted to check he was all right from carrying me earlier and because I wanted to see him, obviously. I just feel better when he’s around. Anyway, I couldn’t see him anywhere without making it too obvious by asking around, so I gave up and just stood leaning against the supports in the canteen watching the fireworks. I felt him come up behind me and my heart literally skipped – I swear I can sense when he’s around – cheesy, but true. I’ll probably be sick when I read this diary back in the future. So him and me were stood there looking at each other – we obviously can’t touch or kiss or anything because of all the kids around – then he touched my arm and whispered in my ear.
Ben: “I wish you were coming to the GC tonight. You sure you can’t get it off?”
Argh! There is just so much sexual tension between us that we can’t do anything about. We were surrounded by kids and counselors, which made it all the more exciting and charged – it’s always more interesting when you shouldn’t be doing whatever you’re doing. We couldn’t talk properly because we were supposed to be watching the kids and Earl would go crazy if he saw us stood around the edge chatting while fireworks were exploding around us. God, I really fancy him! I was so desperate for him to put his arm around me, or kiss me, or something! It was more than intense. Then the fireworks stopped, the music started and everyone on duty – me – had to get back to their bunks. I squeezed his bum and stroked his arm as I passed and he turned and smiled cheekily. Argh, hot! I can’t stop thinking about it – wish I was up at the GC!
12:56am There are so many kids in my bunk this session; I’m finding it really hard to get to know them. I need to make friends with the leader and then get through to them that way. Hmmm, who’s the leader? Shit, they’ve been here a week and I still don’t know all their names. It’s probably Britney. I feel like they all hate me. In some ways it’s like being at school again, I’m trying to get in with the cool crew, except I don’t actually want to get in with them, I just want them to do as I say. I sat with two of them last night and we actually had good fun and a nice chat, it’s just hard when there’s a wall of 12 of them. I don’t like having to be so nasty and bossy to them, but I have to be because they’re so rude and lazy.
Hmmm, wonder what Ben’s doing up at the GC?