Monday 27th June
6:57pm The arrival of the rest of the counselors the other day has seriously put our old-timer noses out of joint. When they’re not swanning around camp like they own the place, they’re up at visual arts using all the cool stuff that we weren’t allowed to, to decorate their bunks ready for their kids in two days. I liked it before when we knew who was who, who’s friends with who, and what was going on with everyone. They’re changing everything.
I was chatting to one of them earlier, ‘Pip’. She seemed pretty cool. We walked back to the bunks together and then realised she’s in the bunk attached to mine – the one I was meant to be in. She’s from Australia, but you wouldn’t know it though to look at her. I always imagine all Aussies to have blonde, long, tousled hair and be super skinny and active, like Zoe. Pip looks like she’s from England – she’s a big girl and very pale, accentuated by her dark hair that she keeps swept back in a band. I hope she gets on alright with the South African and the American I thought I was sentenced to spending the summer with.
Speaking of Australians, my new bunkmate Zoe is absolutely useless. My love for her has quickly evaporated and she actually causes more work for Rebecca and me – her laziness and attitude is worse than the campers. I’m sure she’d be lots of fun if we didn’t have to work together and we were just mates, but we’re not, so she’s really fucking me off.
11:16pm I’ve watched loads of end-of-first-session shows – Blood Brothers, Ruthless, Rumours, Jesus Christ Superstar – I was so proud of all the kids. I can’t believe they put the shows together in just two weeks. The kids who I just see messing around in visual arts are actually really talented when they get on stage. I’ve seen a totally different side to them today.
When I got back to the bunk after the shows two of my new campers were in there a day early for the next session. I introduced myself, but they didn’t really say much; just laid in their beds watching us with what I’m sure was pure disgust. They’d be the Mean Girls then. The doofus-like camper who loved me a bit too much at the start of camp tried to include them, but she was fighting a losing battle. I just left them to it. I wanted to concentrate on my first session girls for tonight, as it’s their last sleep at camp. We played ‘warm and fuzzies’ at their request. Basically you say what you like most about each other, which is supposed to make you feel warm and fuzzy and you give each other a piece of wool as you say it. At the end of the game you weave the wool together to make a bracelet full of warm and fuzzy memories. There is no way I would’ve played this at their age. They were all so sweet though – saying that I was lots of fun and a few said that I was their favourite counselor, including Joey and Keakuki – and they were right, it did actually make me feel warm and fuzzy. I’m going to miss them!