Sunday 17th July
11am Eugh, looking at Danielle’s co counselor today at breakfast I literally hated myself. She’s so perfect. It must be lovely to swan through life being so tall, slim and naturally beautiful. I bet she doesn’t go to the GC with the intention of drinking as much as possible, or scoff pizza at night canteen, or have dirty booze poos in portaloos. Damn, must be more like her.
7:13pm It’s changeover today and all the parents have been to see their little cherubs in their shows to see what their $4,000 has got them. Seeing as most of my kids are staying to next session, their parents were just here to visit for the day.
We had an art show with the best items from all the art departments in the lower arts block. The kids are so proud to see their work on the walls and it looks great framed – even the crappy attempts from mine and Cara’s stained glass class look good against a white background. The visual arts boss got some drinks and snacks and we set them out on the tables. As counselors we’re responsible for welcoming the mums and dads and showing them around. Cara was up to her old tricks with knowing everyone in Ireland, it turns out the parents are as stupid as the children.
Sample parent: “We’re a 14th Irish, we’re related to Maggie O’Donnell, do you know her?”
Cara: “Ah yes, what was her son called again? Ah yes, wonderful woman.”
Haha. She’s got balls has Cara.
I swear on parents’ day all these campers come along to introduce me to their family and I’ve never, ever seen them before. I’ve become an expert at blagging it. I just tell the parents how great their child is and how much they’ve developed at camp, and they buy it. They love feeling their thousands of dollars is making their child a better person.
No sign of Keakuki’s parents today, poor girl.
It’s sad that unless you say bye to the kids at least two days before the end of the session you’ll miss out. The changeover day of camp is so hectic: I have to run a few classes at visual arts for the kids staying over into next session, but also be at the bunk to say goodbye to the ones who are leaving and hello to the new arrivals. This means the kids who want to say bye don’t know where to find you. I need to be better prepared next changeover day.
11pm The food changes so much when the parents are in town. The fried chicken we’ve been eating all month has miraculously been replaced with vibrant salads, and you can actually choose vegetables rather than between fries or mash.
I didn’t get to see Ben all day we were both so busy. Usually I’m guaranteed a sighting at meal times, but on changeover days they extend the meal times so you can go up any time in a two-hour period, so I missed him there too.
I watched a few of the shows and I’m still just absolutely amazed at the kids’ talent. When I was a child I wanted to be on the stage, at one point it was actually my life’s goal to be in a West End show. I think I knew then and I definitely know now, I would absolutely, definitely never have made it. These kids are incredible.