Thursday 7th July
8:26am Woke up this morning to hear there’d been a terrorist attack in London. I don’t know exactly what’s happened, all we’ve heard is that a bomb went off on the Underground and people have died. I was so scared when I found out – I ran across camp and phoned dad from the front office straight away. I felt sick at the thought he might be there – he wasn’t answering his phone. I managed to get through to Nan who said he wasn’t actually even in London, thank god. It was a slight overreaction on my part there, but you just think the worst when you’re so far away from home and everything seems to be going wrong around you.
9:10am The staff room was packed over breakfast – all the English counselors were glued to the TV. Bud is being such a cock about it though. He called a meeting on the tennis courts after he realised all the English counselors were missing from breakfast.
Bud: “You should think yourselves lucky more people haven’t died. Almost 3,000 died in the World Trade Centre attacks.”
Loads of people here are from London, or know Londoners, so it’s a pretty fucking insensitive thing to say. That’s probably the first thing Bud’s done that’s made me not like him. Up until now I thought he was such a cool guy. He told us to get back to work. It’s all made me realise how remote we are – anything could happen in the outside world and we just wouldn’t know about it. In fact, I don’t actually know anything else that’s been in the news this last month.
9:30am Aww, the head counselor just told us we’ve won Super Clean Up. While we were in the staff room the campers had really blitzed the bunk and made it neat and tidy with everything in its place. That was so sweet of them; I’m shocked. Maybe they’re not so bad after all. We’ll get taken out for pizza tonight as a reward now. Mmmm, just what I need to cheer me up a bit.
2:26pm I spent my radio minor with Ben as no kids turned up, again. We lay on the sofa in the staff room together just chatting. He told me there’s a ‘spiritual gift’ within his family and that he’s been able to hear the dead speaking before.
Ben: “I have a strong connection with auras and I can see people
Me (in my head): “What the fuck?”
It’s a really big thing for him and he said how annoying it is when he tells people and they expect some sort of evidence – just as I was about to ask him for some sort of evidence.
Ben: “It’ll come naturally as we get to know each other more.”
Now there’s a loaded comment, I like. I knew he was a sensitive, feels-everything-more-than-most kind of guy. He wouldn’t really go into it that much, but he said that back home his sister runs clairvoyancy nights where she’ll talk to dead relatives for people. I’m not sure what my feelings are about all that. I don’t really see how it can be true, but then some people live their lives by the stars and all that and find comfort in spirituality, so I guess there’s got to be some truth in it somewhere.
We lay there non-stop talking for the hour, no kisses though – for some reason we’ve both gone really shy over the last few days. He feels like a high school boyfriend where we’re too nervous to make the first move, but you can both feel you want to. I’ll try and find him for a little kissy tonight when we get back from our pizza session.
Two of my campers are still saying they want to go home. Anna’s death has really got to them and Rebecca moping about the bunk isn’t helping the mood. All her family and friends are fine in London, but I guess she’s still shaken up. It was an explosion on a bus near Russell Square, which is apparently just up the road from her flat. I guess she’s freaked out that she could have been there and a lot of her friends would’ve been around the area. I totally understand the campers wanting to leave – I can’t believe these kids come for so long without seeing their parents – three weeks is a long time at 13 years old.
1:30am We never went for pizza for Super Clean Up. Instead, Earl decided to have a midnight staff meeting and give us all an absolute bollocking about Jamie and Anna. What a complete knobhead.
Earl: “What the hell do you think you’re all doing?”
He shouted at us then went silent. Some of the counselors were starting to cry.
Earl: “Tears are useless now.”
He said it had been the worst day of his life. He was a personal friend of Anna’s parents as she’d been coming for 12 years and to have to ring them and say that their daughter had died was the worst thing he’d ever had to do.
Earl, raging now: “Do you think you’re all invincible?”
He just managed to stop himself from crying. He’s closed the GC and no one is to go off camp until he says. He made his point, but he’s not really shouting at the right people. We weren’t the drunken people that got in a car in the middle of the night and went speeding. He’s had a horrific time, but there was no need to shout at us all like that, we’ve had a hard time too. I don’t think he needs to worry that it will happen again.