Oh dear reader, WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO?
It's official. The children have arrived. I am in a cabin with 12 little girls and 3 other counselors. Now, let me preface the following rant by saying that these girls are generally very sweet, kind, good-hearted girls. They want to have a summer of fun and enjoyment in the beautiful Maine wilderness. But. . . . they are going to be the death of me!
I just don't know what to do. Two of them have lice. Do you know what that means, dear reader? I wake up early to shampoo their hair. I scrub it and then pick the lice eggs out. But, don't worry, because that doesn't wake me up each morning. Oh no, dear reader. I have one girl who misses her mother SO MUCH that she wakes up vomiting from nervousness. Suffice to say that the infirmary and I are on a first-name basis on day 2.
Moving on, one of my cocounselors is SO sick that she is unable to move and has a temperature of 103. The poor dear is stuck in the infirmary. And, while I feel awful for her, that means that my cabin is one-down. The girls never stop screaming. They never stop running and yelling and moving and hitting and, to be honest, I just can't keep up. I'm really wondering whether I made the right choice in coming here this summer. While there are some blissful moments, I feel as though I'm so physically and emotionally exhausted that I'm missing out on the fun parts.
Perhaps I'm just so overwhelmed because it's only the second night with kids. I'm hoping, praying, and begging for it to get better. I just don't know if I have the patience to deal with 12 children 24/7 for the next 48 days. I'm so worried that I'll flip out and yell at them and get fired. To be honest, sometimes tough love needs to happen. Just because these children pay an absurd amount of money to attend this camp doesn't mean that they can be rude and/or disrespectful.
I apologize for ranting. But, I can't exactly express my views here. While I think that most of the counselors feel the same way, I don't want to become "the complainer." Rather, I'll become the "one who mysteriously disappeared because she couldn't handle summer camp." You know that movie Wet Hot American Summer? The reason that those counselors do drugs and drink excessively is because these children, these crazed children, have driven them to such measures. Now, I understand.
Oh, I'm so so so tired dear reader. I could rant on for hundreds of pages about my current contempt for this beautiful and seemingly utopian place. But, let's "be real" for a moment. Nobody is happy all of the time. Nobody should be allowed to be disrespectful. Not everyone can win at a game. If winning didn't matter, why would they keep score? Honestly.
Goodnight.
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