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Tonight I felt so strange and surreal sitting in the suite, but this time in the position of the counselor instead of the camper. I went to this camp for three years and I have to believe that the seven weeks I spent in Tuttle dorm had just as much to do with the person I am now as all four years of high school. Sitting in on 'suite time' and watching it unfold from an entirely different perspective was so foreign that I felt like I was in another person's body. And yet, it was so familiar. So for the first time that I've been here in my new counselor status I felt incredibly glad to be here, like I fit with the rest of the staff, and that I am 100% glad that this is where I am on this day.
We listened to a piece by Ira Glass about camp on our first night of training. One interviewed camper said, "I can't talk about camp with other people. They don't understand." Yeah. Most people don't understand wanting to spend six weeks, practically incommunicado, with only 2.5 days off, working from 7AM to (at least) midnight, teaching high school students how to write poems. Well. You know. I like this kind of thing.
We listened to a piece by Ira Glass about camp on our first night of training. One interviewed camper said, "I can't talk about camp with other people. They don't understand." Yeah. Most people don't understand wanting to spend six weeks, practically incommunicado, with only 2.5 days off, working from 7AM to (at least) midnight, teaching high school students how to write poems. Well. You know. I like this kind of thing.