Saturday 16th July
7:31am Bud’s still going every day with that fucking loudspeaker…
Loudspeaker: “Eeeeeeeeeeeevvverybody up, up, up! It’s time to riiiise and shiiine… It’s a beautiful day on the Rockbear campus…”
4:30pm The kids are cottoning onto the fact the water trampoline is brilliant. There never used to be any campers down there, but now it’s always busy and the lifeguard boss doesn’t let counselors use it if there are too many paying campers there. I have to sit on the picnic bench and write in my diary instead.
There’s this counselor – I don’t actually even know his real name – everyone just calls him Cowboy because of his Stetson. He’s super fit and walks around either topless with jeans and cowboy boots or with his camp-issue t-shirt on. No one wears that camp-issue t-shirt like he does. He swaggers around camp and it’s like an imaginary dreamy, smoky haze follows him. I’m too star-struck to speak to him. Things are still going well with Ben. It’s like we’re ‘going steady’ although nothing official. I like him. A lot.