Last week, we stocked Mandan cabin with frenzied eight-, nine-, and ten-year-olds. Chaos of a legendary degree reigned, such that my co-counselor Jeff and I renamed our cabin The Epicenter of Entropy. I cannot begin to write what a horrible, exhausting experience it was. The kids couldn’t even get their shoes on without constant prodding, they would fill each other’s mouths with bug spray, fights erupted every two minutes, we set a new record for the latest return from an overnight…
…and on Friday, certain events transpired that taxed my emotional and psychological limits to such a degree that I had a breakdown and was out of commission for the rest of the day. All week we had been scraping rock bottom, and finally the campers found a way to keep on digging.
There were good points. Many of my kids cried at closing campfire because they had such a good time at camp. I made number three in the Top 10 Coolest Counselors poll. I’ve got big, tough muscles and a store-bought tan. I ran the windsurfing achievement on Saturday. Jeff and I developed numerous inside jokes that kept us going (“I really shouldn’t be holding a knife right now.”). All the other staff were rooting for us, such that a moment of silence was held at the final meeting to recognise me and Jeff for surviving the week.
Next week will be better. It cannot get worse.
If you wish to send mail to the warfront, the address is as follows:
Dane R Petersen, Esq.
c/o YMCA Camp Ihduhapi
P.O. Box 37
Loretto, MN 55357
I will try to dignify every piece of mail with a grunt of approval.