Camp, Part 2 of ?

Thursday

The next morning the camp awoke around 7:00 AM. No, that’s not quite right…Kathryn awoke from unsettling dreams to find herself changed, in her bed, into a gigantic…nope, that’s not it either…The next morning, sane adult creatures reluctantly awoke from restless slumber, the children had been up for hours…from the sounds of it, they awoke early in order to painfully torture each other and to transmogrify into little elephants who existed only to run up and down the steps above our room. The predicted 7:00 uprising was nowhere to be seen, but the schedule clearly stated that yet another uprising was planned for 7am the next morning.

 ( Part 2, continued. )

Camp, Part 2 of ?

Thursday

The next morning the camp awoke around 7:00 AM. No, that’s not quite right…Kathryn awoke from unsettling dreams to find herself changed, in her bed, into a gigantic…nope, that’s not it either…The next morning, sane adult creatures reluctantly awoke from restless slumber, the children had been up for hours…from the sounds of it, they awoke early in order to painfully torture each other and to transmogrify into little elephants who existed only to run up and down the steps above our room. The predicted 7:00 uprising was nowhere to be seen, but the schedule clearly stated that yet another uprising was planned for 7am the next morning.

 ( Part 2, continued. )

Camp, part 3

By Thursday evening I came to a horrible realization. Excluding time inside toilet stalls, I had not been 100% alone since Tuesday evening. There is no private space when you are teaching at a summer camp. You sleep with others. You bath and shower with others. You eat with others. And the moment a child sees you walking away from dinner prep, they follow you.

 

I need a certain amount of my own space. No one is ever surprised to learn that I was an only child. The thought that I hadn’t been alone for over 24 hours and would probably have another 20 or so more peopled hours to go until I could be alone in my own shower and bed…filled me with grumpy worn out dread.

 ( Part 3. Warning, pictures of alledgedly cute children )

Camp, part 3

By Thursday evening I came to a horrible realization. Excluding time inside toilet stalls, I had not been 100% alone since Tuesday evening. There is no private space when you are teaching at a summer camp. You sleep with others. You bath and shower with others. You eat with others. And the moment a child sees you walking away from dinner prep, they follow you.

 

I need a certain amount of my own space. No one is ever surprised to learn that I was an only child. The thought that I hadn’t been alone for over 24 hours and would probably have another 20 or so more peopled hours to go until I could be alone in my own shower and bed…filled me with grumpy worn out dread.

 ( Part 3. Warning, pictures of alledgedly cute children )