Read Sunday 12th June
Monday 13th June
9:47am Wow, the queue at meal times for the nurse is snaked! She sits at the front of the dining hall with a massive stack of drugs doling them out. So many kids are on Ritalin or anti-depressants or some other mood-enhancer or downer drug, it’s incredible. I really think the parents should take a look at the breakfast their kids are eating first, before pumping them full of medication. There’s this fluorescent cereal called Fruit Loops, which must have every food colouring going in it. No wonder the kids are bouncing off the walls and crashing back down. Cara’s in a bunk with the seven to eight-year-olds and she’s got this girl who eats them colour by colour super-fast, completely focused with her head down to the bowl. She doesn’t even come up for air – it’s amazing to watch.
It’s going well with my girls. I’m still a bit unsure of what to say to them, but we bonded this morning over cleaning the bunk. Once breakfast is done we go back to the bunk and after a mad rush for the showers, we have a cleaning rota to follow every day. The toilets and showers need to be cleaned, all the floors need to be swept and mopped, and the cubbies where they keep their clothes have to be neat and tidy. I demonstrated each station by messing around and doing a little dance with the sweeping brush, basically just being a bit of an idiot, but it made them laugh. The girls are all so sweet and lovely they actually seemed excited to do it. The head counselor told us we were the tidiest bunk today on her daily inspection – I’m going to find it difficult to keep up with them.
Five of the girls are friends from home, but they’re really open and welcoming to the other girls who aren’t. They’re so different from anyone I knew at 13. It was all about cliques, superficial friendships and bitching at my school, I can’t imagine these lovely girls there.
I’m on my free lesson now. It feels weird to be in the bunk with no one else here. Our bunk is near the canteen and dining hall, but away from all the shops so it’s really quiet in the day. I’ve just had a shower. I’m getting used to the grim cubicles now, although I’m going to stick with showering in my free for now, rather than when all the kids are about. I’m sure in a few days I won’t even notice the grime and the fact everyone can see you, but I’m still feeling a bit uncomfortable now. I’m going to check the girls’ photos to see if I can find something else to talk to them about when they get back. Sneaky me.
2pm I love taking the register at the start of the lesson, it was always my favourite part of playing teachers as a kid. I’m such a geek. Cara and me were more prepared for stained glass today, we got some squares of wood, a few sheets of glass, grout and some Stanley knives and we attempted to make a lesson out of it. We smashed the glass up for the kids with a little hammer and they fitted it all together again and stuck it to the wood. Then they smooth the grout over to fill in the gaps with their fingertips. I cannot believe Earl and Bud actually let this happen. I’m sure when their rich, American, lawsuit-loving parents see nothing but broken glass glued onto wood they’ll be onto their lawyers. I keep slicing my fingertips myself. Hmmm, actually, I wonder if I could sue? I need to find out if any of my kids have lawyers for parents, they can be my favourites.
7:11pm I’m still feeling a bit shy around some of the counselors. I feel like I’ve kind of missed my window to talk to them and it’s a bit awkward. I don’t know why: it’s stupid and I can’t spend the rest of camp avoiding them, but I just feel silly and shy that they won’t want to talk to me if I do start up a conversation. Wish I was more confident like the kids; they’re all best friends already.
12:56am Once a week at midnight we have a weekly staff meeting. I was excited about it before and thought it sounded cool, but I’ve just been to one and it was horrible. We put the kids to bed early and the head counselors patrol the bunks while we venture down to the Regal Theatre, which is right over the other side of camp behind visual arts and by the swimming pool. It’s a long walk and the clear mountain air means it’s freezing. Everyone is so tired and the last thing you want is to sit on a pew listening to Earl bang on for an hour. He said how well camp was going and to be prepared for the new counselors coming in a few days, because camp will be a lot busier. He said he’s already caught a few girls going awol at night so we need to keep an eye out. I’m sure my girls would never do that – they’re all snuggly asleep by 11pm.
Apparently last night two of the waterfront staff got caught shagging in the lifeboat shack by their boss, haha, gutted. From all the rumours and what I’ve seen with my own eyes this camp is absolute filth for both counselors and campers. It’s like some free loving cult up in the New York mountains.
Tuesday 14th June coming soon…