Wingapo friends!
Tomorrow a new phase starts. I am going back to camp.
Last year, I had the privilege of being a counselor at Camp Glisson. When I interviewed for the job, mid-high was discussed a lot. My one no-go was little kids. I had not worked with them in years; I did not like them; they did not like me. Week one rolled around and I got rising third grade (the youngest group of campers). One of the lovely camp leaders asked me how I was feeling going into camp. I was honest: terrified.
That first week was everything I was afraid it would be and more. I spent an hour minimum per night dealing with homesickness; there were booboos everywhere. And then there was camp out. I clearly remember holding four campers in my lap and twice as many marshmallows on sticks over a barely there fire while the rest tired to cheer the hysterically crying campers. What I remember even clearer, is laughing on the edge of the shelter with my wonderful co after everyone fell asleep. Despite being everything I was afraid it would be, it was still a great week.
This year, I have the privilege of being a counselor at Camp Glisson again. Unlike last time, I hope that I get third graders all the time. I am anxious, but I am far more excited. I cannot wait to learn, be exaughsted, laugh on the floor with my cabin mates, be absolutely ridiculous, and embarrass the snot out of my campers.
Adventure is out there!
