#cl2013

This summer was so drastically different from the last. Being a counselor has always been a challenge, but this year was something else. I had fifteen year old girls. It was basically the most life-changing experience of my life so far. These girls were the coolest campers ever. My first session bunk was full of musicians and artists. We'd just have jam sessions on the porch for hours and they always wanted to talk about sex and it was just such an intriguing and unique atmosphere. I was able to be myself, cursing and sarcastic and just totally open. They loved me like I was their best friend, and yet they respected me like I was an authority figure. Second session had very much the same feel, but with completely new campers. These girls were more interested in the French boys than anything else. Honestly, I've never seen anything like it. They even had special code names for boys they liked, including parsley, oreo, and turtle. I can't explain how much I loved both of my sets of girls. 

Co-counselors were interesting as well. There were three of us in the bunk, and in the beginning all of us got along really well. We were friends, respectful of each other and what not. Pretty soon stuff started to go downhill. One of my co's got a boyfriend, and she began spending less time in the bunk with the campers and more time with him. That led the campers to believe that she didn't like them. She was also becoming more and more rude and obnoxious towards me and my other co-counselor, as we were not as hipster as she was. My other co was a complete delight to live with, though the kids thought that she was reserved and judgmental. She was just quiet and also spent a lot of time out of the bunk. This left me alone with the campers a lot, which is why I have such a different relationship with them than my co-counselors do.

So what about my life (well, the one I had that wasn't with the campers). I was hooking up with this guy for three weeks, his name was Joey. He was nice and all, but he was also dumb as shit. During that time, I developed what i'm going to call strong feelings for a guy named Robby who worked in the music department with me. We were already best friends, but I wanted it to be more. Turns out our flirtationship didn't mean anything to him. When Joey broke up with me, he cited the feeling I had for Robby as the reason. I agreed and we went our separate ways, thinking I would have Robby. Nope. He liked this girl named Bee, she broke up with her boyfriend for him, and now they're traveling the country together. Dudes still my best friend, but not in the same way. So I figured that was it for guys. Until the last night of camp, that is. The last night of camp is only counselors on camp, and it's rampant sex. I had been thinking about finding someone, but that night I got in trouble for drinking on camp and was sent back to my bunk early. I thought that was the end of my night. However, at midnight I got a text from my good friend Jeff asking me if he could sneak out to my bunk. I said yes, thinking we'd just chill. I mean, he'd been flirty recently, but I didn't think anything of it (stupid me). Legit he walked into the room, hugged me, and from there we were all over each other. I sent him back to his bunk around 2:15 because he needed to sleep in his own bunk. I couldn't believe what I'd done. Summer ended pretty fucking fantastically. 

So clearly my summer was weird. I worked in a department with six guys. They were all cool (except for Liam- he was just weird) and they were all pretty accepting of the fact that I was the sole girl in the sea of men. I made some great friends, got really drunk, threw up from drinking for the first time, had/gave oral for the first time (I'm a baby, just a 19 year old baby) and honestly had one of the best summers of my life. If time allows me to go back next summer, I'll be there, with a list of songs to use for the alma mater and new songs to play at coffee house.