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I applied to work at two new camps. I've been contacted by both of them.

One is the Girl Scout camp I went to when I was a kid. It's near Port Huron. I really don't know how I would feel about working all summer without men. Not that men play a key role in my life, but I feel like an all-girls camp would be too...how shall I say this? "Sorority" for my personal taste. Anywho, I applied for some pretty pricey positions. I mean the big bucks. So there's that.

The second one might strike you as slightly more exciting/bizarre, as it's the "fat camp" that was recently featured on the MTV documentary. Yes, the one with the obnoxious, overweight, extra-angsty teens. Here's the skinny: I was sitting around watching the show with my roommate one day. I was not terribly impressed with the behavior of some of their staff, and half-joked that I should apply to work there. Hopped on Google, found out that it's an incredibly gorgeous, ridiculously expensive camp in Pennsylvania that has amazing amenities and programming. Clicked "Employment", bemusedly half-assed hyperbole-d my way through an online application. Laughed and said, "I applied to work at the fat camp on MTV." Thought nothing more of it.

Then I got an email two days later from the director (yes, the same dude from the show that weighs the kids and yells at them). I was flabbergasted. I had sort of forgotten that, MTV drama aside, this was an actual camp that serves actual children at which I had applied for an actual position. Was this really a job that I could consider? Would I enjoy it and find it meaningful?

Call me crazy, but I think I would.

I have no idea what it's like to be an overweight teenager. Sure, I complain pretty constantly about being "obese", but I'm not. At all. Out of shape, unhealthy, and slightly portly certainly. But I'm in college, and that's pretty standard. Most of the kids who'd go to this camp are still being held captive in the hostile world of American high school. Couple that requisite misery with being overweight and you've got some depressed, angry young people who are eating themselves to death in a world that tells them they should be skinny while practically shoving McDonalds down their throats.

I know what it feels like to eat that third bowl of ice cream because it just feels good and you can't see any realistic point in stopping. It's a cycle. It may be "just fat", but nobody deserves to be that unhappy, and I wouldn't mind taking a chance at fixing it. People have a right to feel healthy and alive. If I'm able, I kind of want to try working at this camp. Why not? I love sports, I love kids (even bitchy 14-year-old ones) and I love seeing people succeed. I might just go for it. It'd be a summer for the books, if anything.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it. For this week, anyway. You know how ISFP's live for the day.

I have also discovered the root of most of my personal dissatisfaction lately. I am an artist with no craft, a spiritual person with no beliefs and a passionate person with little passion. I am going to try to fix this, as it's shitty and annoying.

THE END.

PS- For the record: No, I will not allow myself to be on MTV if I get a job at this camp. Ha.