So like I said in my last blog, my team and a few extra girls went to an English kids camp for a week! My Initial thought when they told us that Julia would be randomly picking one team to go for the week to camp, was “oh crap I hope it isn’t me, I’d rather stay and do construction work”. Well you can already guess what happened, my team was chosen. So mentally I decided to make the best of the situation and get happy about it! Then we showed up to camp, and literally it was going to be the SABC (the summer camp I grew up going to for a week each summer), and all I can remember from that camp was not liking it very much and always being told what to do by my councilors. Although my mom would probably tell you that I just had one bad camp experience and the rest were fine. But in that case, it’s that one bad experience that has kept with me for a long, long time. So naturally I wasn’t too pleased to be there, specially being in the councilors position. So when Monday rolled around I was worried that this week was going to last forever. Emily & I were paired with the older boys, so we had 5 boys from ages 12-16. Our team name that Emily & I came up with was the Chickashaw Indians from Oklahoma. And some of the other teams were other Indian names and some were Cowboy names (that was the theme of camp). So obviously I thought that they were going to be very mad about being there, and that they would be rebellious, bored and not wanting to participate! But much to my astonishment through out the week it was the older boys (the 2 that were 15 & 16) were the ones that really got into everything. They were dancing and singing and having a blast compared to the younger ones on my team. That in its self really showed me how much of an influence older people have on younger ones, the younger ones want to be accepted and “cool” in the eyes of their elders. So unless someone older really puts in the effort, trying to be very outgoing and not caring what others think, the younger ones won’t want to join in. That was the one thing that really impacted me at camp. I tend to be quiet and not too outgoing in situations where I don’t know people, I don’t want others to think that I am weird and “not cool”. I know that it may sound silly to some people, specially to people who know me and know how weird I really am, but it is something that I struggle with, more internally than anything. It also has taught me a great lesson for the rest of my race, to be outgoing and get people involved and excited about Jesus. Mostly not being nervous about what other people think, because we are all goofy and weird in our own ways, and to be honest it is way more fun being that way than standing on the side line watching everyone else have fun.
P.s. The food last week was amazing, full of sugar and carbs, so needless to say I’ve been running everyday! An example: for breakfast we had oatmeal (with sugar), bread, and hot chocolate and on top of that we got a container of condensed milk! These kids eat that stuff like candy, they put in on their bread, oatmeal, and in the drink!! Blows my mind!!
