The misadventures of one city agnostic in a camp of suburban Jews
So I thought that I would write a little about camp in order to pass the time... Hope you like it:-)
Trip day:
Once a week, the whole camp leaves and goes on trips with the purpose of “Getting back to the land and exploring the great outdoors” This is loosely interpreted to “The director gets a day off”. On Monday night, the trips are posted on a bulletin board on the front porch. Campers (and counselors) fight their way through the younger kids, throwing punches, and pulling pigtails in order to find out what trip they are on. Perhaps they think their position in line will magically grant them with the best trip ever. I don’t know. This is pointless, because, drum role please… Every trip is a good trip. Or so the people in the tripping department say. I am sure this is true for them, seeing as one of the many perks of the job includes staying home on trip day. Every Wednesday the tripping counselors sit in the “trip pit” watching movies on their plasma TV (they need it for weather reports) and drinking cold soda from their personal refrigerator (the kitchen, standing 10 feet away is too far). Every trip is a good trip for the tripping staff because this is the only trip they do. Every trip is not equal. That’s right, I said it. Just ask any eight year old whether they would rather go to the beach and build sand castles, or spend six hours hiking up hill with their nose in their ex best friends butt. Most trips are ok, like berry picking and the beach. Others are unbearable. Such as hiking up Mount Uphill-bothwaysalwaysraining. The trick to making the kids excited about a trip is to give it a snazzy name. A perfect example of this would be Camp Craft Carnival. Sounds like a lot of fun right? I love carnivals, every kid I know does as well. However, there is nothing Carnival like about it. In fact, the entire trip consists of staying at camp with the youngest kids, and convincing them that hiking around the lodge and finger painting is the best trip ever. WHOOO.
Trip day:
Once a week, the whole camp leaves and goes on trips with the purpose of “Getting back to the land and exploring the great outdoors” This is loosely interpreted to “The director gets a day off”. On Monday night, the trips are posted on a bulletin board on the front porch. Campers (and counselors) fight their way through the younger kids, throwing punches, and pulling pigtails in order to find out what trip they are on. Perhaps they think their position in line will magically grant them with the best trip ever. I don’t know. This is pointless, because, drum role please… Every trip is a good trip. Or so the people in the tripping department say. I am sure this is true for them, seeing as one of the many perks of the job includes staying home on trip day. Every Wednesday the tripping counselors sit in the “trip pit” watching movies on their plasma TV (they need it for weather reports) and drinking cold soda from their personal refrigerator (the kitchen, standing 10 feet away is too far). Every trip is a good trip for the tripping staff because this is the only trip they do. Every trip is not equal. That’s right, I said it. Just ask any eight year old whether they would rather go to the beach and build sand castles, or spend six hours hiking up hill with their nose in their ex best friends butt. Most trips are ok, like berry picking and the beach. Others are unbearable. Such as hiking up Mount Uphill-bothwaysalwaysraining. The trick to making the kids excited about a trip is to give it a snazzy name. A perfect example of this would be Camp Craft Carnival. Sounds like a lot of fun right? I love carnivals, every kid I know does as well. However, there is nothing Carnival like about it. In fact, the entire trip consists of staying at camp with the youngest kids, and convincing them that hiking around the lodge and finger painting is the best trip ever. WHOOO.