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Playing Catch Up: Day 3 of 4. I went to camp.

Color run at camp!

Color run at camp!

There was a week of silence, not last week, but the week before. And that was because: I was up in the northern reaches of the U.S. of A., being a camp counselor.

Weeks before, the department director at my work had called me into his office, which is odd, so I was a little nervous.

But he was just like, “Hey, do you want to go and be a camp counselor for a week?”

Coworker Annie and I doing some color runnin'. It is thanks to her that you have any images of this week at all. All thanks to her, ya'll.

Coworker Annie and I doing some color runnin’. It is thanks to her that you have any images of this week at all. All thanks to her, ya’ll.

Now, keep in mind, I love the outdoors and everything, but this is a pretty far stretch from what I do on a normal basis. I just work in an office. But, hey, they were going to pay me and not dock my vacation time so…I signed up! Week of counseling at an all-girls’ camp, yes!

Here’s a list of things that happened, in no particular order, just so you know.

  1. I saw a shooting star one night. Meteor shower and all that jazzzz.
  2. There was a color run at camp! The first time I’ve ever run one. I was asked if I’d run withthe girls, to help them on the route, and the other counselors were in charge of tossing the color-dust. They saw me and SHOWED NO MERCY. I thought they would be slightly compassionate, you know, since I was taking one for the team and all and running a few miles while they were standing around. Nope. Royal nope. Color in my mouth, all over my clothes, in my hair, grains along my scalp. πŸ™‚ Ah fun!
  3. Through some circumstances I was put in charge of playing/ leading/ singing the music at mass every morning and evening prayer every night. Can we say unqualified? SAY IT, SISTER. I mean, I did my best. And I’m glad I did…I feel like I was propelled via “baptism of fire” (coworker’s words, not mine) to a new level of showmanship. Did I succeed? HARD TO SAY. But, I tried. And this is America so that counts.
  4. One day there were supposed to be three sessions of tie-dying, but the first session of girls used up probably 70% of the dye. Oops. I was supposed to mix the remaining 30%…and I honestly mixed and diluted until it looked like we had a lot. Again, it was diluted, but, who could tell?? I don’t think they could. I did my best, man.
  5. One night one of the girls in my cabin caught a giant toad (frog? I didn’t exactly scientifically compare and contrast with a nature guide). She was coming back from the bathroom when she caught it, and she was bringing it INSIDE THE CABIN until I was like,
    “Not in the cabin, please, not in the cabin! Leave it outside!”
    So I guess I’m an adult now.
  6. Other counselors. My co-cabin counselor is in that suit-of-balloons...you can't even tell, can ya? :)

    Other counselors. My co-cabin counselor is in that suit-of-balloons…you can’t even tell, can ya? πŸ™‚

  7. One day we all went to a certain island well-known for its fudge. I couldn’t decide which I wanted to bring back to my family, so I sampled two to aid the process. That sampling sent me over the edge and I GOT A BELLYACHE and WHAT IS THIS?? Who gets a bellyache from candy? Is that even a thing? I thought that was an urban legend.
    But, I think the same thing happened to one of my campers, so later in the evening I took her aside and made sure she ate real food, and we talked about growing up and how I picked out my adult job.
  8. There was only ONE NIGHT when I was in bed before 1 a.m. Meetings and the like. Such is camp counseling, apparently. So then I’d brush my teeth and climb onto the top bunk (really) and zip myself into my sleeping bag, ready to sleep. NOT. The girls would call out in their sleep, and I would jerk awake like Miss Clavel all night.
    Everyone who is a parent/ has an infant is like, “Ha ha, she’s so green,” I GET THAT, OK? But, cut me some slack. I wasn’t “blessed” (lolz) with the pregnancy trial period of being awoken so this was new to me.
  9. I was working the closest with girls ages 13-15. So young, but dealing with so much. So much. Family pain, self-abuse, etc. Pray hard. Advocate hard. The young church militant is so important to their peers, but they need to see love modeled and given. Oy.
  10. On the Feast of the Assumption the littlest girl with a white-blond bob and missing her front teeth read the second reading. Christ being the first fruits of all creation and what not. I ALMOST DIED. It was probably the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life.
    And, at one point (“sovereignty”?) she looked up and whispered, “I just don’t know this word.”
    Again.
    The cutest.
    In that moment I felt like I understood how God watches us try to do the faith thing, and it’s probably endearing to Him sometimes, too.

I think nine points is enough, don’t you?

Yes. Yes it is.

The all-star chaplain said, 'Why would there be a cross this big? Probably because it's the greatest image of love in the world, so people thought it was important." LOVED his messages.

The all-star chaplain said, ‘Why would there be a cross this big? Probably because it’s the greatest image of love in the world, so people thought it was important.” LOVED his messages.

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3 thoughts on “Playing Catch Up: Day 3 of 4. I went to camp.

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