I'm back from the woods and I left the moose behind

Aug 08, 2006 09:58

I can't believe summer's over. I feel like I should be watching children right now. Scary thought.

I was stuck with fourth through sixth grade girls pretty much all summer, except for when I was stuck with the second and first graders. By year three of working at camp, my response to ten year old girls crying? "Please stop crying. Pleeeease." In all seriousness, it's hard to believe how many cases of homesickness I've cured, how many scabbed knees I've taken care of, how many lessons I've taught about living out-of-doors, how many fires I've started, how many mindless camp songs I can sing without thinking too hard about the words. And the scary thing is, deep down inside I think I love it. And I can't imagine life without it.

I just read a really good book. It's Young Adult, or whatever, but it's really good. It's called Anne Frank And Me, about a girl who is knocked unconscious at an Anne Frank exhibit and "dreams" that she's a Jewish girl living during the Holocaust. It touched on many things we talked about in my Holocaust class Sophomore year and the simple importance of remembering. It's an easy read and it's really very good.

camp, books

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