The Symptoms of Being a Camp Counselor

Yesterday was a pleasant and relaxing day, spent at a local beach here in North Conway, NH and a visit to the beautiful Diana's Bath waterfall. We finished off the day with a trip to the Muddy Moose for dinner and then decided that we would end the day with a fun game of mini golf down the street. 

Bad idea.

It was during this golf game that I came to realize what being a camp counselor has truly done to me. 

It's my theory that because I am around children eleven hours a day, five days a week, nine weeks out of the summer begins to take a bit of a tole on me. ...Well, obviously it tires us counselors out, but there is many other things that it does as well. 

For instance, we are constantly singing camp songs in our heads, and whenever we hear an air horn we feel our stomach drop. And on occasion we feel compelled to discipline other people children while in public because you see them standing on stumps or trading Magic the Gathering cards. 

But in addition, I blame all my idiotic behaviors on the fact that I spend too much time telling the children not to do such things. 

For example, last night at mini golfing I stuck my golf club in a tree and noticed that the end was hooked on a branch. hmm...interesting I thought. Wouldn't it be fun to swing from this? 

Long story short: Lot's of blood, a few bad bruises and the inability to wear close-toed shoes for a while. But I laughed it off and we were on the last hole so I simply finished my turn and walked to the car before I could make eye-contact with the many strangers who were given a great show that night. 

So lesson of the day: 

Don't swing from trees with golf clubs. Especially when you're wearing a skirt...

Thanks for reading, 
Amanda Lucille

p.s.   No, I have not seen my brain lately. I'll let you know when I find it.

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