Well, I'm alive. Experiencing the odd mix of exhaustion/confusion/filth that follows staff training at a summer camp, but alive. I started to write an obscenely long post chronicling my every reaction to what I've done the past two weeks, but thought better of it. It is not possible. Instead, I will say only:
New camp complete antithesis of old. This is good and bad.
I miss everything. It isn't getting any better. I even miss weird things from CC, like the wood chips and the color of the bathrooms in Iroquois.
Right now I need to bathe and start on the most foul-smelling load of laundry ever produced.
Kids come on Sunday.
K byeeee
I am become Death
14 years ago
1 comment:
Pictures of the new camp please.
Stories of the camp charcters pls.
There are always good stories and or characters, for instance a good Potterville character is "one eyed" Sam the potterville pirate.
cdl
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