Preparations for Camp

I rapid fire questions about our summer camp to Cathy every spare moment. In return, Cathy is oddly tight-lipped and cryptic with her answers. The other day she said, "There are so many things that I could tell you about, but you can find them out when you get there." I eyed her warily. How much has she hidden from me? I was unaware that sneaky Cathy was trained by the CIA in diverting unwanted attention. The fact that I'm truly nervous teaching younger children is only now starting to dawn on me. It is also a new subject, for that matter; I may be a native speaker of English, but I've definitely never taught it before. I don't know how I string together these sentences, I don't know what each word in a sentence is called! I imagine myself in front of the kids, gaping when they ask a hard question. But these are just nerves. If I survived two unsupervised years teaching at a University, I can definitely get by in a summer English camp and an August intensive course. I have been reading my books and doing my homework for the course like a diligent student, searching for tricks and hints that might make camp a little less frightening.