Another week
Week four: the non jewish ones
Let me tell you, working with local kids from ortonville that aren't jewish was a hell of a lot better than working with kids who have been brought up thinking they are the shit from west bloomfield. Granted a lot of the little Tamarack kids will grow up to be great people, and most are really nice, but you just know that they have grown up with something others haven't. But the day camp, it was so different. The kids were so cool, they just had fun. They were there for one week, so they made the most out of it. I worked with little 7 and 8 year old boys. Very cute, some were problematic as all little boys can be. And older boys too for that matter. Sigh. I never realized my own innocence until camp. I mean, i knew i wasn't out partying all the time, but i am just so untouched by everything. Ive never been drunk, never smoked a thing, never seen a dick, never...nothing. And part of me is almost relieved by this fact. Another part wants to become corrupted just because i'm sick of the perfectionist crap i am known for. I don't know, i'm so afraid to do anything, i need to know what it feels like to be drunk, not be afraid to hook up with a guy, not afraid of relationships. When friends can come out of a year and a half relationship and be ok, but i can't even make something last for 2 months without problems...i don't know. I am ranting again. So now in less than an hour I am off to go back to camp, back to bitchy canadian girls, and jappy WB girls, and stupid boys, and off for a trip to hike and canoe and ya. wish me luck boys and girls...
Let me tell you, working with local kids from ortonville that aren't jewish was a hell of a lot better than working with kids who have been brought up thinking they are the shit from west bloomfield. Granted a lot of the little Tamarack kids will grow up to be great people, and most are really nice, but you just know that they have grown up with something others haven't. But the day camp, it was so different. The kids were so cool, they just had fun. They were there for one week, so they made the most out of it. I worked with little 7 and 8 year old boys. Very cute, some were problematic as all little boys can be. And older boys too for that matter. Sigh. I never realized my own innocence until camp. I mean, i knew i wasn't out partying all the time, but i am just so untouched by everything. Ive never been drunk, never smoked a thing, never seen a dick, never...nothing. And part of me is almost relieved by this fact. Another part wants to become corrupted just because i'm sick of the perfectionist crap i am known for. I don't know, i'm so afraid to do anything, i need to know what it feels like to be drunk, not be afraid to hook up with a guy, not afraid of relationships. When friends can come out of a year and a half relationship and be ok, but i can't even make something last for 2 months without problems...i don't know. I am ranting again. So now in less than an hour I am off to go back to camp, back to bitchy canadian girls, and jappy WB girls, and stupid boys, and off for a trip to hike and canoe and ya. wish me luck boys and girls...