Friday 15th July
9:13am Getting the girls to breakfast is one of the hardest parts of being a camp counselor without a doubt. I don’t want to be up – especially after a boozy night – and I have to get a load of angsty 13-year-olds up and showered too. It’s so cold in the mornings, you’d do anything to be able to stay in bed, except feel the wrath of Earl that is. It’s a freezing cold walk up to the dining hall so everyone dresses in hoodies, then by the time breakfast is finished the sun’s out and you’ve got that familiar, sick, claustrophobic feeling of being too hot and eating too many delicious mini bagels laced with full-fat cheese.
After we’ve had breakfast and gone back to the bunk it’s usually even worse. The kids are all in carb comas so just want to get back in bed, but you have to get them up and cleaning the bunk. It needs to be swept and scrubbed and all their clothes folded up neatly. There’s nothing I want more than to go back to bed for an hour before classes start, but I have to shout at them to get up and get cleaning. If we did it straight away when we got back we could probably get a half-hour kip in, but they answer back, or even worse just ignore me and look at me like I’m shit. I have to keep nagging them and I get sick of the sound of my own voice.
Rebecca is so miserable these days. The kids’ cleanup is never good enough for her, and she barely speaks to anyone anymore. It’s like she’s turned into a grumpy teenager. She’s so stroppy and mardy; I don’t know what her problem is. Actually, I think her main problem with me today is the fact that I’ve broken her necklace she leant me. Better not tell her it happened when I was getting frisky with Ben then, oops.
12:45pm Every few days the girls have shaving parties. They’ll get little pots of water each, go on the porch, sit in a line and slap the foam on to shave their legs communally. During today’s shaving party one of my campers told me her parents said for every pound she loses at camp they’d give her $100! She’s probably a size 10ish and very healthy and athletic-looking. What the hell?
My stained glass class is going ok. I don’t know what the parents will say when they see pieces of glass stuck to a square of wood, but at least the kids are having fun.