At our camp, the Sunday in the middle of each two-week session is the day when campers’ parents come to visit their precious little babies. Bringing them clean laundry only to leave then a few hours later in tears. And as a counselor, this is both the best and worst day of camp.
It’s the best because as an overworked counselor, you get a break from your crazy campers and can relax at The Oasis. Worst, because as soon as you get back to the camp it’ll be the cry-fest. You can almost hear the hyperventilation of eighty-five campers as they watch their parent’s station wagons drive off into the distance.
When it comes to over-night camp, things can be hard for some campers especially if they’ve never been away from home for very long. Nights will be filled with hugs and tears and the sounds of counselors singing campers to sleep (or if you’re like me, you’ll play music off your phone). As camp gets on its way, this issue fades away – kind of. It’ll just move from nighttime to morning tears and nothings worse than waking up to a crying kid at 6:30 in the morning.
But if you just so happen to be the camp nurse, I’m sorry but this ends up being your problem, not because we don’t want to deal with crying kids, but because over the years homesick has become plain, old, regular sick. But as a counselor it’s important to be able to spot the real sick from the homesick-sick, and here’s how.
Ah, crossover. The most glorious way to end or start your weeks at camp. The glorious weekend where is what you’ve been waiting for since April. For those of you who have never heard of or lived through a crossover weekend, let me lay it all out for you;
Crossover is that magnificent time during the summer camp season where the first round of camp ends and the second begins. This buffer weekend does everything but buff. It is a time when the session counselors blow off steam before leaving and the counselors for the second session mentally prepare for the two weeks to come.
If you enjoy a spur of the moment plunge into the darkened un-lit pool as much as i do, then crossover is the place for you! However, let me warn you – this is the true time that the saying “what happens at stays at ” was made for (probably not, but it totally works). Crossover is a lot like Fightclub – you just don’t talk about it…so im gonna talk about it. Shhh!
It was the hottest day of July, the day before the trip and the day the plague hit.
When I say plague I sure as hell mean full on PLAGUE.
It all started Wednesday night, when we noticed someone was missing – the parent volunteer. Locked away in her cabin with a garbage can and water bottle she sat, blowing chunks. All afternoon.
No biggie, we’d be fine without her on the trip tomorrow. Wrong. We still had twenty-one of us – we can handle these kids at a provincial park. The kids are gonna have fun on this trip. WRONG.