Saturday 25th June
12:15pm Teaching radio is rubbish. I thought it was all right at first, but all you do is stand there while the kids put CDs on. The hardest thing about it is trying to look busy when the other counselors go by as it’s just near the staff room. The kids’ musical repertoire stretches to Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani and that annoying Don’t Cha? song, and that’s about it. Those songs will forever remind me of camp. The kids usually get bored after about half an hour – if I’m with the cool kids we’ll sit around chatting, when it’s the annoying ones I end up spending the rest of the lesson telling them off and asking them not to play Frisbee with the CDs or write on the walls. The vending machines are opposite the radio shack so the kids normally buy some sort of sweets for me to enjoy, Keakuki’s always good for that. None of them have turned up today though, woohoo, another free. It’s coming up to the end of the session so they’re all busy with rehearsals for the plays. Rebecca’s probably right, I might actually have one of the easiest jobs on camp. Although my social life here
is starting to take it out of me a bit, I’m exhausted.
6:56pm I’ve been chatting to my new bunkmate Zoe today. Every day I want to be wearing what she is. She’s got this well cool Quiksilver khaki cap that would look so stupid on me, but with her bleached hair it looks wicked. She works at this clothes shop in Melbourne called Tea + Cake where she gets it all from. The kids loved her as soon as they saw her. I think I did too.
8:59pm My camper Keakuki gets so over-excited in the evenings, she’s probably had too much pizza and ice cream. She runs around like a mad dog barging into the little kids and giving no thought to anyone else. She’s giggling in the corners with the other girls about boys, but then it’s always her friends that end up with them and she’s by herself. When I’m DJing she storms into the booth and demands songs, jostling everyone out of the way because she knows me so she thinks she can. I let her because I feel bad for her, but it’s not going to ‘do her any favours’, as my mum would say.
9:36pm Off to the GC – woohoo!