Thursday 14th July
6:58pm I really like how close Cara and Ben are. Emily doesn’t like him – she thinks he’s a bit weird with all his talk of clairvoyance and spirituality. But him and Cara really get on and they seem to find each other hilarious.
7:09pm Zoe keeps disappearing in rest hour to go running, leaving Rebecca and me to look after the kids. She’s really, really pissing me off. She doesn’t think about anyone else, ever. Everything she does is just to please herself. Her and Pip came up to play in jewellery in their free today; they did actually make some really cool stuff. You could see Rebecca was raging though – blatantly jealous of how good their creations were. She just kept muttering under her breath about them using supplies that were meant for the kids and asking why they were even here. Rebecca just teaches the kids to thread beads on string and jewellery is just seen as a place to hang out, not anywhere to actually get creative. Pip and Zoe were sculpting the wire to make really detailed necklaces and just adding a bead or two here and there to make it classier. That showed Rebecca anyway, she really thinks she knows it all. Don’t think it did Zoe any favours with her though.
Pip is brilliant. She comes a close second to Cara in funniness stakes. She tells me all these hilarious stories about camping in the Australian outback and getting fucked on drugs and booze around campfires. It sounds like her life is all mad parties, bonfires and barbecues. The kids in her bunk absolutely love her – I would if she was my bunk counselor. She’s reassuringly mum-like in that she’s a big girl, but then she’s super silly and always joking around too – the perfect counselor. I’d probably find it annoying to be her co-counselor in a bunk, as she’s just not bothered about what the kids do, or about getting them to lessons. I guess it’s similar to working with Zoe, that’s probably why they’re such good friends. I love her up at visual arts though – the stuff she gets the kids doing is well impressive.
9:16pm I went to Danielle’s bunk in rest hour. I was appalled by how clean, tidy and spotless it was. She’s brilliant with her campers – they’re a bit older than mine, not that that means anything in terms of tidiness – but by the looks of it, she’s got them well whipped into shape. You can tell by looking at Danielle she’s a really neat and tidy person: her make up is flawless and even though she works on the climbing wall her nails are always perfect too. She’s the only person I know at camp who carries lip-gloss around with her and she’s also the only person I’ve seen in heels while we’ve been here. She thought it was funny that I was so shocked by her bunk, so I invited her to come to mine and survey the shit tip we like to call F13B.
Danielle: “Eugh, how can you live like this?” as she picked up a skanky crumpled top between her finger and thumb.
She was disgusted, but my campers found it really funny. I did too, a little bit. But as I looked around to survey what the bunk looked like to her, I noticed the wet and dirty towels stinking of river water draped over the rafters, knickers falling out the half-closed drawers, clothes hanging onto the shelves by threads, photos scattered across the floor, bare blu tac on the walls and enough cosmetics to stock a small chemist strewn across the empty bunks.
Danielle: “Is that towel dry? Fold it. And that one.”
Camper: “It’s not m—“
Danielle: “Fold it. After you’ve done that make that bed.”
And before I knew it, she’d got my bunk sparkling. It was like Mary Poppins was in the room with her little birdies. Damn, I’m a shit counselor.
Little bitch camper Britney was having a fit earlier. Someone has drunk one of her Fiji waters that she’d bought to camp especially. I think she’s only had two in three weeks, but no one else is allowed them. She’s going mental accusing all the other kids. I just left her to it; it was pretty funny to watch from the safety of my top bunk. Fuck, I hope my child is nothing like her.
11:53pm Eugh, Britney just made me tuck her in and give her a cuddle. It’d be sweet from anyone else, but I’m sure she’s doing it to mock me. She knows the hierarchy at camp: Earl at the peak, the paying campers next, then Bud and a few others such as Earl’s wife, then it’s the senior staff, then the horses, and then the counselors. What the campers say and do goes, if you have a complaint made about you, you’re out. We’re dispensable and she knows this. Bitch.