So I sat at the Ticonderoga "train station" which turned out to be a platform and a 3x3 shelter. I was there from 9am until 4pm when the train decided to come.
I finished my book about the guy with no arms and legs, busily changing the words 'god' to something else and breezing over the bible bashing. Don't get me wrong it was a killer read with some good take-aways, but I was really looking forward to more 'how did I do it' stuff.
Met Sprinkles in Albany and couldn't wait to get back to camp. We caught up on the life and times of Brant Lake the whole hour-long ride. As luck would have it I was in good ol' bunk 27, the same O bunk as last year. Met Sadie in Video and Shell the new dance director. Man it was like I never left camp. Spent the next few days doing as much as one gymnastics director could do without the gym being installed until the Saturday. Met my gymnastics team that night and we have spent the last 7 days working out our summer, but as it goes here, nothing here can be anticipated too early. Posters, plans, folders, lists, all the regular stuff I like to do.
O week was another blast: Breakout, blue team, songs, games, challenges, t-egg in the boat with a raft and a shade, cheers, counselors, movies, stewart's, Inter B's, chicken pesto lunch, pink lemonade, warm cookies and milk...
Nobody can really understand how we roll here. With the dance crew we made a routine to two Run DMC songs, 'Its like that' and 'Tricky' for the Cunselor show . It was pretty damn good. I forgot how good that feeling is to make a kid laugh.
The campers arrived on Saturday and I can safely say its soo much easier second time round. I was never a shit counselor, but knowing what I know now will definitely help me out this year. I know more of the kids, I know what they want to hear, I know what they dont want to hear and Im free to sing and dance and high five all-round. Homesickness is a plague right about now and I feel for the kids and seeing them uncontrollably upset breaks me just a little, but you cant beat that feeling when a camper comes to you for help.
Tomorrow is d-day. Kids in the gym, Me... not. I prepared my two coaches as much as I can while I'm down in the basement scheduling kids into choice periods for gymnastics.
So my bunk is covered with Justins and Taylors and patterned duct tape, my campers are messy and crazy, we get up early, we go to bed late, we eat donuts for breakfast and cookies before bed, we sing a song for every occasion, our director dresses up like lady gaga, the tennis staff are all mexican and we rock it out in the boat house on the lake. I couldnt honestly say Id rather be anywhere else.
