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This summer was an experience. Even though I often felt miserable, I'm really proud of myself for not giving up, since a lot of people did. It was such a struggle for me this summer, and I came really close to just giving up. But I realized that I wasn't doing this job for me, I was doing it for the kids who were going to the camp, many of whom had live that were more difficult than I will ever know. I think I learned about myself and grew as a person, which sounds totally ridiculous but it's true. And even though I was really unhappy in my job, I met some really great people and did occasionally have a good time.
Being at camp was really weird though, because I spent two months essentially in this bubble where I really didn't know what was going on in the outside world. I'm still kind of in camp mode, and it's going to be so weird going back to school and trying to get back into that routine. It's going to be fun to deal with people my own age and to deal with males since I spent the summer surrounded mainly by 12 year old girls.
At the moment I have no motivation to do anything. I really should pack, since I'm moving back to school on Sunday.