So, I'm back now.
Camp was a blast. I loved every minute of the job. I mean, I worked full time and at the end of the day, I was ready for the next. Hell, if there had been a week 8 I would have stayed, but alas, college calls. It was wonderful though, I'll certainly come back next year.
The thing I really like is that I made a change in kids' lives. Back when I went to this camp, the counselors were gods to us. They really had an influence on us and a profound effect on our future. Hell, I collect military stuff today because of my camp experience with one of the counselors getting me into that hobby. Lots of kids told me how much they loved my swimming or motorboating class, lots told me it was there favorite, and a few even went as far to say I was there favorite counselor on staff. That really has an effect on me. I'm incredibly proud of my job and what I'm doing.
What really made me happy is diving in my swim class. You see, no one has the physical disability of being able to dive (well, I mean it exists, but read on to understand). When a kid says they can't dive, it's not that they physically can't, it's all a mental game. They are afraid of going in headfirst, getting water in their nose, hitting the bottom. A whole variety of things, the main thing being a fear of diving, a mere fear of it.
I got kids to dive, even the one's who had no confidence in themselves. All I had to do was tell them the diving disability is all a mind game. Once I got kids to dive headfirst, they were fine. In many cases, once they dove in headfirst, they loved it. 2 kids in particular took to it quickly after I got them to dive after them prodding me with "I can't dive, I just can't". It really made this job well worth it. I helped them conquer something that could have easily ended up a lifelong fear. I like that feeling, the feeling that says I know I made a difference in someone's life.
The camp job was good because of that: it had rewards outside of the paycheck. The only thing that kept me at McDonalds was that I got paid. I hated it, it was toilsome and exhausting, but I got a check every 2 weeks so I continued because I needed money. Camp Rotary had more than that, I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t just do the work because I got paid. I got more out of it; I felt good to be working there. That is what drove me this summer. Hell, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s almost as if I would do this for free. Even being a volunteer would be ok. Now, I wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t do that, because IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m a poor college kid and lets face it, the economy still isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t stellar or anything. But still, it paid in more than cash.
Well, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m home again now. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s boring as I remember it being, but I get to rest. No more waking at 7:20 every day. I get some time to relax. I leave for Central again on Friday, so itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a short rest. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m hanging out with the old crew tonight, get some time in to visit with them before IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m gone again. I missed them and they missed me so IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got to get some time in. Hopefully theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be able to come and see me at Central at some point. They donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have cars on campus like I do so theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re kinda isolated, and I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be driving to East Lansing all the time, gas isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t free (or cheap for that matter). At least Xbox Live and Facebook keep us in touch.
Well IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m out for now. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s good to be back, I have a lot of catching up to do here. Sweet16inAK said sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s leaving the site soon which is sad for me because she was probably the only person on RvB I kept in consistent contact with. So I guess from now on IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m really only writing for myself here. Ah well, at least IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll have a good log of my life to read over once IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m 50.
Ã¢â‚¬ËœTil next time kids