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It really seemed only the strongest people could be counselors, the ones who can self soothe and hold themselves up. You never saw the “professionals” crack, no matter what teary-eyed third grader or medical anomaly came through their eyes.
And his mistake was so simple, so stupid, so flippant, so nonchalant that it made Ivan really certain that he was on the wrong place, nearing midnight, steps away from a bunkhouse full of settling, sleepy, squirmy boys. Not when there was a three-layer carbon copy paper accident report with his signature scrawled on it. Already the second day, and complete failure has been met.
So, he sat on the front porch under a warm halogen light with poor posture and a burning leg, waiting for the inevitable. Waiting to push the meaning of all this training and the camp itself far out of his mind. Not by choice, but to avoid remembering how he had ruined it for himself.