Monday 11th July
9:02am Argh fucking Zoe! She just lies in bed all the time. I actually have to make her go and teach her lessons; she’s a joke!
12:17pm At breakfast I have to get the girls to choose their three minors for the day. Getting them to decide and fill in the sheet is
an absolute nightmare.
Them: “Yeah, yeah Lucy, whatever. I’ll do it in a minute.”
When they do have the sheet they’ll spend ages poring over the possibilities and then the other girls don’t have time to fill it in. You can’t let them go until they’ve done it, because the front office has to make a register with all the activity codes for the rest of the day so they know where the kids are at any given time. Well, where they should be. In the end I just put them down for anything, so the front office has their precious code. I know they won’t turn up anyway – a girl I teach in leather was telling me how one of the campers’ tricks is to bring loads of covers and blankets so they can sleep in their bunk on their break and hide under them. I’m going to be well on the lookout for this now. They either do that or just go and find somewhere to sit and hide at camp – probably behind the portaloos, or up in the theatre rafters, or another secret somewhere I don’t know about. The head counselors are pretty strict about skiving though – they patrol the bunks during lesson time and boot out any kids that are in there and make them go to their majors and minors. The kids are pretty free to do what they want on camp – as long as they go to lessons and are in bed on time that is – it’s not like the counselors have to drop them off or anything, they’re trusted to get there by themselves.
I spoke to the head counselor about changing bunks.
Head counselor: “I can try, but it’ll just be another set of problems you know.”
I guess she’s right. It’s not like Cara and Emily are having the greatest time in the world with the younger kids. She said she knows I’ve got the most difficult girls on camp and understands how hard it is, but she’d try and help with them more. I might as well just try and make the most of it I suppose. They do seem to be being nicer to me since the accident anyway.
Another thing that’s making me feel down at the moment is teaching crafts with the old South African woman, she’s such a bitch. She’s probably about 60, but it’s like she sees me as a child and doesn’t trust me to do anything. I really, really don’t know why she’s here. She looks so grumpy all the time and I’m sure she hates children. I hate, hate, hate teaching that lesson with her.