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I got my girls today. And they're awesome. A couple of returning counselors warned me that a few of my girls are difficult, but they were angels for me. I'm not going to lie, it's because I'm the best counselor ever and they don't want to disappoint me.
I love that the camp director, when important people are walking around camp, remind us not to threaten to beat the children...and everyone laughs about it. And in reality...I do that daily. It really IS effective. 'Stop picking your nose or I'll backhand you!' It gets the point across. And in any case, I have a camper who's an avid Yankee fan, and I let her know that we WILL fight if she speaks poorly of the Red Sox. Or if she wears Yankee apparel. Or if I'm feeling particularly aggressive.
So the girls have to wear swim caps in the water...partly so that they're easy to spot in the water, but mainly to embarrass them. It's awesome to watch the little brownies try to put them on. One girl got her hand stuck between the swim cap and her head and started crying because she couldn't get her hand out. She was tugging her arm so hard that she was practically knocking herself over. It's a good thing there were other counselors around to help because I was dying. And I pretty much laughed for the rest of the day. And it's impossible for counselors to put them on the kids. The first five minutes of swim are full of kids crying 'stop it! You're hurting me! You pulled out a chunk of my hair! I can't breathe!' It's horrible...but oddly amusing.
We have crazy hair day on Thursday at camp. I'm thinking that I'm either going to pull a Pippi Longstockings if I can bend a hanger...or I might bleach and dye my hair some fun color because I haven't done that in a while and, let's face it, Matt would think that I was SO hot. However, I'm open to suggestions. I want my hair to be super fun. I want to gain love and adoration from six year olds through my hairstyle.
My aunt had an MRI today because her shoulder's giving her trouble again. She's already had surgery on it. But the MRI didn't work out too well because it turns out that she has metal in her shoulder. She had no idea. So she doesn't if she has metal screws in there and her doctor just didn't let her know, or if something was accidentally left in there after her surgery. Not important. What I want to know is if I can stick magnets on her. I'll test it out when she's sleeping. I feel like she might not appreciate my project as much as me.
I don't like the ice cream that touches the sides of rectangular cartons. So I scoop out the middles. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to pin it on my uncle, but man. My aunt hates him for it. She also hates him because he snores really loud. As do I. And that's all I have to say about that.
I walked by Amy who was asking her little 5 year old camper about what kinds of pets she had, and the little peach sighed, pressed her fingers against her temples and said 'I...I don't....*sigh*...I just...DON'T wish to speak to you anymore'. It is now officially my response whenever my campers ask me too many questions or tell me things I don't care about. Yesssss.
I love that the camp director, when important people are walking around camp, remind us not to threaten to beat the children...and everyone laughs about it. And in reality...I do that daily. It really IS effective. 'Stop picking your nose or I'll backhand you!' It gets the point across. And in any case, I have a camper who's an avid Yankee fan, and I let her know that we WILL fight if she speaks poorly of the Red Sox. Or if she wears Yankee apparel. Or if I'm feeling particularly aggressive.
So the girls have to wear swim caps in the water...partly so that they're easy to spot in the water, but mainly to embarrass them. It's awesome to watch the little brownies try to put them on. One girl got her hand stuck between the swim cap and her head and started crying because she couldn't get her hand out. She was tugging her arm so hard that she was practically knocking herself over. It's a good thing there were other counselors around to help because I was dying. And I pretty much laughed for the rest of the day. And it's impossible for counselors to put them on the kids. The first five minutes of swim are full of kids crying 'stop it! You're hurting me! You pulled out a chunk of my hair! I can't breathe!' It's horrible...but oddly amusing.
We have crazy hair day on Thursday at camp. I'm thinking that I'm either going to pull a Pippi Longstockings if I can bend a hanger...or I might bleach and dye my hair some fun color because I haven't done that in a while and, let's face it, Matt would think that I was SO hot. However, I'm open to suggestions. I want my hair to be super fun. I want to gain love and adoration from six year olds through my hairstyle.
My aunt had an MRI today because her shoulder's giving her trouble again. She's already had surgery on it. But the MRI didn't work out too well because it turns out that she has metal in her shoulder. She had no idea. So she doesn't if she has metal screws in there and her doctor just didn't let her know, or if something was accidentally left in there after her surgery. Not important. What I want to know is if I can stick magnets on her. I'll test it out when she's sleeping. I feel like she might not appreciate my project as much as me.
I don't like the ice cream that touches the sides of rectangular cartons. So I scoop out the middles. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to pin it on my uncle, but man. My aunt hates him for it. She also hates him because he snores really loud. As do I. And that's all I have to say about that.
I walked by Amy who was asking her little 5 year old camper about what kinds of pets she had, and the little peach sighed, pressed her fingers against her temples and said 'I...I don't....*sigh*...I just...DON'T wish to speak to you anymore'. It is now officially my response whenever my campers ask me too many questions or tell me things I don't care about. Yesssss.