i’m sitting here in a hotel room with becca, relaxing after a full sixth week. i only have three weeks left. it’s hard to comprehend that soon i won’t be living at camp anymore, that i’ll be back at school with classes and days when i’m not surrounded by a bunch of ten-year-old boys constantly asking me what we’re going to be doing next.
this week was a good week. both my nights off were pretty chill, and to be honest i just didn’t feel like writing. there wasn’t anything groundbreaking with this week, except the heat. it was intensely hot every single day. like, the temperature dropped to a chilly ninety when the sun went down. generally speaking, while it certainly didn’t make it a bad week, it drained both the counselors and the kids. my kids were great this week. one in particular, the stayover i mentioned earlier, was absolutely wonderful. out of all the awesome kids i’ve gotten to spend time with this summer, he’s the one i grew closest with. i was really sad when i had to say goodbye today, and i know i’m going to miss him a lot. what i loved most about him was that he totally embodied the "i am third" motto of the camp, and it came so naturally to him. many times with stayovers we worry that they’ll become know-it-alls who think they can run the cabin because they’ve already been there for a week. far from it with this boy; he was introducing himself to the new campers as they walked in, asking to help with their stuff, and throughout the week consistently showed that he wanted to learn more about God and be third. it was so cool to watch. i loved writing his parent letter, because there was so much great stuff to put in it! i’m excited to see what God has in store for him.
the other kids were great too. last week i think the combination of all the distinct personalities made it probably my favorite week, but this week was pretty close. this week the boys were really attentive during devotions and really seemed to want to make the most of the camp experience. we had one boy who moved realllllllly slowly, and one boy who kept making stories about potatoes in space and how his idea should be made into a movie starring shia labeouf (that is indeed spelled correctly) and megan fox. no trouble kids. in fact, this entire summer i’ve been blessed with good kids. there have been some that have been challenging, but never any that were outright difficult simply to be difficult. it’s been a huge blessing.
we had evaluations this week. each counselor got a sheet to fill out to say how each of us felt we were doing. there were different categories we could score ourselves on, and different questions to answer below. then they brought each of us in personally and went over it. mine went extremely well; i got to talk to ali, one of the coords for the brave unit, and eric, who is one of the assistant directors or river village. they both said they felt like i was doing a really good job, and it was really encouraging. eric said he wants me to think about perhaps taking more of a leadership role next summer if i come back.
at this point i want to come back; it’s been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life, and i’ve learned a lot about myself and God’s goodness during my time here. i just have to see if it’s what God wants. i think it is, but i’m going to be praying about it a lot.
gah, how can i already be thinking about next summer? that’s insane.
three more weeks. three more weeks. three more weeks.
in closing, i will leave you all with a cheer we normally perform two or three times a week at flag pole. it should give you a good idea of how weird we are here. it’s called the princess pat.
the princess pat lived in a tree.
she sailed across the seven seas.
she sailed across the channel too,
and took with her a ricky-dan-do.
a ricky-dan-do… now what is that?
it’s something made by the princess pat.
it’s red and gold and purple too.
that’s why it’s called a ricky-dan-do.
there’s another verse. but i’ll spare you.