This past week has been entirely EXHAUSTING. But I loved it. Last year, and for 8 years prior, I was a camper at my church. Every summer, I had a totally kick-ass time, especially last year, when my counselors were Charlie and Amanda. If this ever gets to you, you guys are DA BOMB, and I really wish you would come back. Stupid college summer school requirements. So anyways, I came back as a Volunteer this summer, and I ended up with my little brother James' group. Normally, they would be called the munchkins. Up until this year, there was the Tiny Tots(3-4 year olds), the Munchkin Boys and the Munchkin Girls (2 groups, 5-6 year olds), Shorty Boys and Shorty Girls (7-8 year olds), Junior Boys and Junior Girls (9-10 year olds), and the Teens (11-13 year olds). But this year, they changed it all around, mushed the sexes, and took away our distinctive names. And also, they took the old cool lime green staff shirts and replaced them with these totally gay (no offense to homosexuals, but there is simply no other word for it) yellow tees with with a smiley-faced, besunglassed sun. For my whole life, the C.I.T.'s and volunteers and counselors were green shirts. That's how we referred to them. The green shirts. But now, the year I finally get to wear them, they turn yellow. And the worst part? The campers shirts are lime green. So I look around, see green shirts, and think "authority". Then I remember that they're the kids, and I have to do a mental facepalm. And also, that ugly shade of yellow doesn't match with ANYTHING. Even jeans are a stretch, and who wears jeans in 1,000,000 degree weather?!
Despite the minor *cough* MONUMENTAL *cough* changes, I still love my job. Like I said, I was with my brothers group, and their age is conceivably the best, because they're young enough to be cute, but old enough to behave. And I LOOOVE them. I had two favorites (obviously excepting my brother, cuz that's not allowed), which were Maxie and Sammie, the cutest little boy and girl to ever exist.
We were supposed to go to the beach for our field trip, but we found out yesterday that it was going to rain, and I heard that the water at that particular beach wasn't entirely sanitary. So we made a split-second decision during my lunch break to go to Super Wheels, which got me pretty psyched. I love roller skating.
At the end of the trip, I was tired, hurt, had ripped jeans (I've owned them for THREE YEARS, then comes the skating rink, and cccccccccrrrrrrrrrrr that was my ripping sound effect, and they tear!), a slightly wounded ankle, and an entirely FED UP temperament, I wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep. (Which, I had already done several times during the week, probably not of any shock to you). Imagine my surprise when we walk in the classroom, and all the kids lie down and claim they want a nap! It was glorious. No one actually slept, though, much to my ever-lovin' chagrin. No, they played graveyard. It was after that that it got nasty. I decided to be the nice and cool volunteer, and pick them all up in one arm and swing them around. About ten kids wanted to go "One last time PLEEEEAASE!" three times, so at the end of that, my arm was tired and I was dizzy, and I still had a headache from Super Wheels, so I collapsed on the floor. Then, predictably, one of the more obnoxious kids (ahem, Nathan) yelled "JUMP ON HER!!" And so there I was, at the bottom of a seventeen-child dogpile. And THEY were complaining! They were all like, "Oh, my hair!" and "OUCH my thumb!" And I was lying there underneath them all thinking "SHUT UP you whiny little bastards!" And they hadn't had enough! After Vicky, the counselor, yelled at them enough to get up, they had to jump on my back and try to drag down by hands, and just generally KILL ME!
That's what I get for being the cool one.
Unfortunately, this was my only week, because my mom paid a thousand dollars so me and my sister cold go to some stupid four-week college prep thing What the hell?! I haven't even started high school yet! And it's worse for Theresa, because she just got out of sixth. Sure we get to leave the city for a week, but that's the ONLY worthwhile thing. Three weeks, wasted! I can't even express, without a lot of yelling, how much I DON"T want to do this. I already know where I'm going for college. Stupid college. Can't you wait for another four years, or three even, to bite me in the ass? It begins Monday. God help me.
Why can't you let summer be summer?!
Christy
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