Camp Diaries, vol.I

Aggravating blisters sustained from last night´s jaunt to the village, I steadily made my way down the mountain to the tunes of iPedro alone. I was on a mission, and it was to visit the cybercafé. Now that I´m here, I realize it´s a lonely little affair, two computers and some candy. The lady next to me tried to start up several conversations, all with the general theme of CRAZINESS, but I politely rebuffed her advances.

Camp has been very interesting this year. As the reigning English coordinator, I´ve had to wield my power fairly for all. Do I send this child to the dungeon? Throw this teacher in the moat? Already I notice myself getting to a point of irritation with some of the teachers. Why do you always have to be late? Smoking a cigarette? Why do you smell so much? Granted, they have had a hard few first days. As they marvelled at the politeness and work ethic of the newly-arrived children to the camp, ill omens bloomed in my mind. Some of these children were born for havoc and mayhem, and we are powerless against them. Thankfully, I´m a scary boy and can be a bit imposing for children. Should I be proud that I made three of them cry last year?

Well, I am.