Poof. Summer camp is over.
I ended up spending all waking hours pouring over gymnastics stuff. POP awards, posters, admin, gym show stuff and when I did finally sign-in at 12:55am I dreamed about gymnastics until I woke up and had to do it all again.
Its 4 days since I left camp and by body is giving me the official FU and shutting down all the time. awesome.
As soon as the gym show had ended and all of camp were heading back to get ready for team sing I broke. 7 days a week of hard work for 8 weeks had just been condensed into 60 minutes so I'm not surprised that my body desires some nappidge.
It was definitely not worth the money what I was doing, but if I did any less I don't think I could have lived with myself. I had a goal this summer to do all that it took to improve the program and to have something to show for it and I did so.
Last year I had no intentions of returning. I had my experience and thats all I wanted. When I said yes to coming back as the director I told myself that this too was a once-off. Girl needs to graduate some time soon. Now here I sit. Already invited back for 2012, full of all these great new ideas that I couldn't fit into one summer almost considering dropping everything again just to break-even, interrupt my study, leave my friends, pay empty rent and bugger up working back home and for what?
For those annoying kids. Those kids who came to gymnastics every afternoon it seemed. For the Eliza Ross's and the Sammy Solomons and the Raya Greenbergers and the Talia Schulhofs. For all those kids who couldn't keep still long enough for me to finish a sentence because they were just waaaay too excited. For all those kids who would call out my name over and over like a seagull. For the kids who turned their can'ts into cans. For the kids who trusted me enough to throw them upside down. For all the kids who measured their success in life in getting ticked off for a skill they could perform...
What to do...
