C(y)amp
So, I don't know what to write about.
Not that I son't have anything to write about, plenty has happened to me in the past month, that the options for what I can write about are a little overwhelming.
The last time I posted I talked a lot about camp, which is where I've been for the past month as a counselor. We're finishing up the first session right now of the two month-long sessions of the summer. Of the many traditions at camp, two of my favourite ones are happening this Thursday. Everyone cries like a baby during them, but they're still my favorites. First is Final Banquet and then that night is Final Campfire. During the banquet all of the counselours dress up really nicely and put on makeup and everything and we get really nice food and sing ditties* to the kids. At the campfire we sing slow songs and then everyone gets a candle and we do this thing where you have two people and one blows out the other's candle and then re-lights it with their own, and then the other person does the same thing back to them. It's a way of saying goodbye I guess, and I love it all so much. All of the counselours cry bucket loads at the end of second session, because at first session we all still have a month to go until our summer ends.
The thing that got me thinking though is that even though we still have a month left of camp, I'm already realizing just how much I'm going to miss it. For example, I'm on a day off right now and I'm spending the night at home because I need inter webs to sort out some school things and I wanted to get some much-needed sleep. And it's nice to see my puppy (who's really a dog) and my mom, but the house is so empty compared to how hectic my life is at camp that it makes me a little sad.
So yeah, that's my life right now. It's great and crazy and wonderful.
TheFabKid
*Ditties are where the counselours take songs and re-do the lyrics to make a song to their kids. The ditties to the little kids are usually pretty funny, while the one's to the older kids are normally tear-jerkers even if you're not in their cabin.
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