One Week Down
You know I've had this journal for about five years now? That's kind of cool.
One week has come and gone at camp. I can't believe I thought about not going back. I wish I could remember who said it now, but someone said that it's like we all have our separate lives all year, and when we come back together at camp, we fall right back into place as if no time has passed at all. I think it's the only situation in my life where that's really true. I can hang out with all of the Spaulding people and UVM people, but it feels like time has gone by. At camp, people who worked there five years ago could walk in and it would seem like they never left. I love that about Lotus Lake.
Being in charge has defintely felt a little different. Because Cort wasn't there this week, I was the lone Games director. I made all of the plans and executive decisions for the week, and it was good. I like it. But I do feel somewhat relieved that Cort is coming back, because it's a lot of work, and splitting it with my co-director would be nice.
I love the kids at that camp. I can't imagine not spending my summers with them, or with the staff. And like I said before, it's going to be a really rough decision about coming back next summer. If I don't, I know that I'm going to be very homesick. And if I do, it's going to be very different, because some of my most favorite campers aren't going to be coming back.
But it is only week one, and I have seven more weeks of fun in the sun.
Right now, I must retreat into my room because I hate my mother's boyfriend and that's the only place where I can guarantee I won't see him. Seriously. Feelings of rage build up inside when he's in sight.
It's 4:23, and I've only been awake for three hours. Oh the joys of finally being able to relax on a summer day.
One week has come and gone at camp. I can't believe I thought about not going back. I wish I could remember who said it now, but someone said that it's like we all have our separate lives all year, and when we come back together at camp, we fall right back into place as if no time has passed at all. I think it's the only situation in my life where that's really true. I can hang out with all of the Spaulding people and UVM people, but it feels like time has gone by. At camp, people who worked there five years ago could walk in and it would seem like they never left. I love that about Lotus Lake.
Being in charge has defintely felt a little different. Because Cort wasn't there this week, I was the lone Games director. I made all of the plans and executive decisions for the week, and it was good. I like it. But I do feel somewhat relieved that Cort is coming back, because it's a lot of work, and splitting it with my co-director would be nice.
I love the kids at that camp. I can't imagine not spending my summers with them, or with the staff. And like I said before, it's going to be a really rough decision about coming back next summer. If I don't, I know that I'm going to be very homesick. And if I do, it's going to be very different, because some of my most favorite campers aren't going to be coming back.
But it is only week one, and I have seven more weeks of fun in the sun.
Right now, I must retreat into my room because I hate my mother's boyfriend and that's the only place where I can guarantee I won't see him. Seriously. Feelings of rage build up inside when he's in sight.
It's 4:23, and I've only been awake for three hours. Oh the joys of finally being able to relax on a summer day.