Working as a camp counselor was torture

Working as a camp counselor was torture

When you are 16 years seasoned your task occasions are limited when you live in an unpopulated area.

I could either spend my Summer flipping burgers at the local fast food joint or I could take a task laboring at your camp across town.

I have these delusional ideas that it would be fun to spend the Summer outside in the woods laboring with kids, girl was I wrong. I think all of the money I acquired went to pay for the calamine lotion that I had to apply because of all the bug bites or sunscreen that I needed to survive the day’s out on the lake. I was pretty much fatigued at the end of every day yet I was unable to sleep here because the small sheds they had been sleeping in did not have any form of air conditioner. They called them cabins however they were simply a wooden box with cots plus a small box for our belongings; Even the showers plus washrooms were open to the outdoors plus often filled with bugs, hanging out with the kids was kind of cool however even that could be stressful at times because multiple of them did not get along. It was our task to make them thrilled plus help them to work together however sometimes it just seemed impossible. The best part of the task was the two afternoons when I was able to go home, take a real shower, do my laundry, plus sleep in my own bed where I had air conditioner. Those two afternoons would often revive me to be able to make it through my next five day shift. All-in-all I know it was character-building as they say although I don’t necessarily recommend that task to kids.

 

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