Sorry about the hiatus, friends. Major life changes (I’m in a new country and starting my master’s degree) mean that my writing time has been cut into quite a bit and it was difficult to make it back here.
But here I am! And better than ever. Let the dreams begin.
It’s a dark and stormy night, three soldiers are sitting on a wall. JK! (Oh god, I’m becoming my mother.)
It’s almost night time, which means that it’s the perfect time to take all your nieces and nephews out to the abandoned woods and go to summer camp. Yay. Except this is the summer camp that I used to work at, and I decide that the best time to take them to experience the hubub of camp life is during. dead. winter. Let’s think about that for a minute. I am not doing a great job of making them think that camp is a wonderful place full of fun activities and life-long friendships (BTW, if you ever want me to sell anything, an experience, new shoes, etc., it looks like I am not the person to do it.)
As we begin to unpack and find a cabin on stilts, it begins to rain (Clearly, my dreams like a lot of rain). Instead of staying indoors like normal people do, we climb down the ladder of the FREAKING CABIN ON STILTS and find an IDENTICAL CABIN. However, this is not perfectly identical because of one difference: a certain person.
Prepare yourselves. The terror is coming.
This person is the person who NOW HAS MY JOB. (Shudder.) But instead of just taking care of the waterfront like my job is supposed to entail, he has taken over all the camp’s activities and chosen to make camp into more of a day camp. This is pure anarchy. Trips to the science center. Trips to go paragliding. HE WANTS A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET ROOM BUILT. (well, actually friendship bracelet making is actually pretty normal for summer camps). Still, everything about this is wrong. Who starts planning summer camp activities in winter? Everyone knows you think of what to do on the fly….
And so I say goodbye to my camp forever. It’s not worth it anymore.