Camp is beautiful and difficult

It has been three weeks since I left Illinois once again for Indiana. There must be some kind of deep down sense in me that wants me to be Indiana all the time (at least when I am in the US). Camp training started May 26th, we worked through Memorial Day. I always seem to work through labor day because Valpo doesn't take it off and Memorial Day, oh well, builds character I guess. Pre-camp was interesting, it was better this year than it was in '05 because I knew what to expect and I wasn't trying to compare it to Timber-Lee, instead I could enjoy it for what it was. The last summer I was here I came into the summer so negative, it took almost the entire summer to shake that off, but finally I did and fell in love with CYO Camp. The staff is all energetic (which is great).

The first week of camp went extremely well (for me at least and for camp). I was the fire building and outdoor cooking counselor. This means I facilitated teaching how to build a fire and we also got to make yummy snacks. The awesome thing about this activity is that you don't have to sell it, campers and counselors love it. The not so awesome thing is that you have to be constantly feeding or making a fire and you also smell like campfire, which at first is great but after a while is not and everything starts to smell like it, and you just re-wear clothes because what is the point?

This past week I was the creek stomping counselor, which is really a made up position because we are over staffed. When I saw that, it pretty much crushed me. One reason was because I was excited to have a group of my own and the other because that meant I would be an area counselor for the second week and the odds of me being the faith counselor for week three was small. The reason I wanted to be the faith counselor is that my priest from school would be saying mass on Friday. The week went much better than I thought, although to the dismay of other counselors getting sick and me filling in here and there, and also having my campers fall in love with Frisbee (yes!). The actual creek stomping part of the job was really lame, especially since I really don't know anything about nature.

And it is the weekend, which is lovely. This coming week I will be the faith counselor! Can you tell I am pretty excited? And it is also only three weeks until I am home to play in the Sandblast Ultimate Frisbee tournament, hooray.