Summer Runs Down

Crusher is dyyyyying.

Crusher is being cruuushed.

Oh, right. You guys don't know my new self. The really hardcore self. Or, the self that is still not that hardcore at all but has an ironically hardcore nickname. Get it? Haaa.

So WHEN did the summer decide to have four days left? I'm really confused. All I have is a half week of counseling left. Just the little 2-4 graders. They can either be SO cute or SO annoying. Last week I had the annoying kind. They got better, but sometimes little children really piss me off. Is that a bad quality as a counselor? Oh, don't get me wrong. I love em. But gosh, do you have to ask EVERY DAY what we are doing after Bible study?! WE"RE GOING TO CLEAN OUR CABINS, just like we have FOUR days!!! So many questions. All the time. All you really have to do as a counselor is know a schedule and tell the brats what you're doing next. Okay, sorry, I'm really tired. I'm not actually that mean all the time. Really.

Oh, the lovliness of 3rd-5th weeks. You've got the new kids, often coming to Camp for the first time. They always have ailments, like stomachaches. ALL THE TIME. Or twisted ankles. NEVER FAILS. Or bug bites. GET OVER IT. Or, in my case this week, panic attacks plus all the above. Cute kid, but honestly, pull yourself together. You're not going to die in a boat. Unless you're in the Titanic, then you might. But we don't have ocean liners in the Upper White River Mill Pond. Just rowboats. That's all. You'll be okay. BREATHE. Then there's the constant wetness and dirtiness. You really might as well just not shower. (Well, okay, basically I didn't. No news there. Haven't shaved in a good three weeks either. Meh, it's sleep or shaving. Something's gotta give.) We get thrown in the lake, doused with GALLONS of ICE COLD WATER at Campfire when it is approximately 55 degrees outside at 9 at night, slimed with gallons of icey, old, green-dyed apple sauce. (Alright, I'll say it again: I DO NOT LIVE A NORMAL LIFE! And that is completely okay with me!) Then there's the random tangents ... Where do these thoughts come from? It makes me confused. All in a day's work! :-)

As tired as I am, as low as my patience is running, as much as I am craving just reading on a couch or taking a nap, you will have to pry me away from this place. Leaving on Wednesday is going to be AWFUL. You can't make me.But I'll write more reflectively on that later. Camp deserves more than a three line paragraph.

The next days of my life will be packed: Campers, cleaning Camp like crazy (oh, good aliteration Nikki), packing up my life, driving to Madison, unpacking my life, meeting my parents and moving in, going back "home" (what's home anymore, really ... ?), and hoping that I will catch up on sleep, friends, and naps before going to SCHOOL. I'm just a little confused, because I'm pretty sure I just left school.

Alright, my time here is running low. Looks like a movie is commencing!

Love, as always.