This is a repeat after me song...

I work in a day camp, and in fact have on and off since I was 16 years old. Before I ever worked with children the thought of them didn't really make me want to cry myself to sleep at night. However, all it took was one summer before I realized that I would never have children. Six years later, I think to myself what am I still doing working in a damn camp? Last summer I was the director at my camp which would have been a great job if the pay reflected the work and amount of shit that one had to deal with. Knowing that this was my last summer before finding a real job, one I would have to have for longer than 4 months, I figured what the heck I'll just work as a camp counselor one last time.

The 3rd week has not even ended yet and I'm up to my eyeballs in awfulness. I do remember not being really fond of children, but I don't seem to remember hating them quite this much. Maybe I'm getting too old to do this job.

My day begins with 10 ankle biters showing up yelling and screaming and full of energy. After they all arrive we head over to circle. At circle all of the leaders spend about 20 minutes singing at the top of their lungs "camp songs". sweet. then we play games. I love games. But half the kids never want to play so you're left with about 5 kids which is a tough number to play anything with. Then snack could not come soon enough. After that craft, in which the leaders do the crafts for the children because they are usually much too difficult for the kids to do themselves. Then there's an hour to kill before lunch, what to do? Probably head over to one of the many attractions surrounding the facility such as the frog pond or greenhouse.

Sweet lord, its finally lunch time. 30 glorious minutes without children, but then its back outside so we can get them together to go swimming. the changeroom: awesome. Swimming: best part of the day, nat. imagine getting constantly splashed in the face for a half hour straight. so fun. change, snack time, again! Then comes the best part of the day: one more hour until home time! So, you take them to the gym because its far too hot for them outside and let them run around like chickens with their heads cut off. Then after a day that seemed to last an eternity its time to send them home.

Then you leave and you know the madness will begin again in a mere 15 hours.