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working at summer camp is SO much fun (/s) today at dinner our health supervisor came into the kitchen to ask for permission to take the pepper shakers away from the tables because the children were apparently putting unholy amounts of pepper into their water cups and drinking it and they were all throwing up. i am genuinely baffled. what is Wrong with these children
Oh to be a gremlin child again. Covered in grass stains and grazes, hair unbrushed with daisies in the knots, no concept of my own physicality, half way up a tree and eating an apple around my missing tooth. To be unabashedly ugly, to be unashamedly hungry, to be healthy and hearty and lean and covered in bruises and full of love and sun warmed strawberries. To feel time stretch forever, only flying when I fall into books. To love summer once more, and her insects and sweat.
I miss those nights we spent on the dock. Just us. Staring at the stars, talking about everything that came into our minds. It was always so cold, the bugs were eating us alive… but we were together. We were together, and that was all that mattered.
Nobody changes at summer camp. They merely find out who they are and become it more.
a short comic about bonding which was featured in our school’s yearbook (tumblr can be an annoying format for comics like this, so click on the images to read!)
PEEPER TIME, MOTHERFUCKER.
YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS, BUCKO.
I HAVE boots. Like, ten pairs of boots. I’m just a miscreant.
It’s toad time! It’s frog o'clock! Get leaves in your hair! Get mud in your socks!
idc if u like winter or autumn or whatever nothing tops summer evenings when the sun hasnt fully set and the air is still warm but theres a light breeze and everything is getting more quiet except for the birds and crickets and its a perfect time to go on a walk and just breathe
A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?” The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks accept him, feed him, even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man says, “All right, all right. I’m *dying* to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?” The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.” The man sets about his task. Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, “I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.” The monks reply, “Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.” The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is right behind that door.” The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, “Real funny. May I have the key?” The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst. Finally, the monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.” The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound. But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk
me comforting a friend:
Milky Way over South Dakota (x)
Describe camp in one word
Home ❤
Man though you know what makes me sorta sad is when nerdy, “quiet” kids latch on to me during camp and they just talk and talk and talk about a thing they’re into (Skyrim, Pokemon, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, dinosaurs, whatever). And I see the kids just light up when they say something and I can chime in with an ‘oh hey, are you talking about [x]? I love that thing! Tell me more about it.’
Like, their parents will warn me ‘so-and-so is pretty quiet and hard to engage’ but no, man, just listen, your kid is so smart and so into This Thing, they’ll engage like fuck and talk your damn ear off it you let them. Frame it in their damn terms. Or! Just! Listen to them about their Thing! And they will engage with the rest of the material! Because they know you care about them! Amazing!!!
Quiet kids are usually that way because either no one listens, or there is always someone more dominant speaking wise in their group that always talks over them and then they give up. Some quiet kids are starved for attention and really really want to talk, but don’t always get the chance to
(laying in the dirt) this is so good. this is where i belong
The truth about camp
There are a few special people who find their true selves and their real purpose in life at camp. For these people, camp is more than just a job, more than just a place. Camp is a catalyst for change, a spark that starts a fire inside them. For everyone else, camp is just a summer job or a place to hang out with friends. They might try it for one summer and have a good time, but they ultimately find that it’s too much work and not enough free time, or that they don’t like kids and they just like their nights off that are spent with other counselors. But for those special few people, camp is a home, a lifestyle, a family. It is something you simply cannot imagine ever giving up. It is the one place in the world that you’d like to visit, on any day, at any time. It is a small spot on the face of the earth that means more to you than anywhere else. It’s your tiny corner of the world where you know how everything works, you feel safe and in control, like nothing could ever go bad. (Sometimes you have to sign up for random work days in the middle of the winter, just because you miss the place so much and you need to refresh your soul a little bit.)
Being a camp counselor is not all songs and finger paint and campfires and games. Counselors are moms, dads, teachers, coaches, babysitters, nurses, janitors, athletes, disciplinarians, and entertainers — all at once. You have to be fun and funny, but also responsible and serious. Set the rules and make sure the kids mind them, but also make time for a little silliness and rule-bending. You spend almost every waking moment with your children (minus a few minutes when you are given your legally-required break time). You wouldn’t change it for the world, though, because the things that come out of kids’ brains and mouths are some of the most insightful and hilarious comments known to man. You may not know it, but your words and actions may stick with some kid, and the campers will remember you long after you have forgotten them.
Camp is a place of misty mornings, endless sunburnt days, long painted-sunset evenings, and starlit, cricket-chirping nights. Your days are scheduled down to the minute, and you spend those days traipsing around with your gaggle of goslings from one activity to the next. The magic of camp means that the days feel like years, but the weeks fly by like milliseconds. You start in June, but before you know it, it’s the middle of July… and in a blink of an eye, it’s the very last day and you’re watching your beautiful happy place grow smaller in the rear-view mirror. You look back at the last three months and wonder how in the world did it get to be almost September? Wasn’t it just May?
Every day not spent at camp is a day spent thinking about the next summer - what you can do differently with the kids, new games to play, new tie-dye color combinations to try, relationships you want to mend with a former “enemy” counselor or lifeguard. I’ll let you in on a secret: whether we end up acting on them or not, those thoughts and plans are what get us through the winter. Our hopes and dreams for the next summer are what fuel us through those long, dark nights in January and March.
So keep holding on, all of you who are just waiting until the days get longer. Summer always comes back, and each year has the amazing potential to be better than the last. When you find yourself feeling blue and thinking the winter will never end, just think back to one of those nights spent running through fields or an incredibly hot day spent in the lake… you’ll be right back where you need to be.
Credit: GoZen!
last night one of my campers was like “well i lost one of my shoes in the swamp today” and i said “oh no!” and she shrugged and said “its ok. shoes are just objects” and damn. they really are
today a completely different camper with scratches all over her legs was like “every step hurts me” and i was like “oh that sucks!” and she shrugged and said “well, you know, pain is a temporary emotion”
the next gen have achieved either peak buddhism or peak nihilism
