once again, if my voice is only like it is so campers will enjoy allowing it to send them off to sleep at night then it is in good use.
i may not feel worshipful in church songs yet i still serve with my voice.
...random.
i was sharpening my co-counselor's eye-shadow stick to give my campers war paint before we went on a mission to scare the boys' cabin when i hear a 'Lindsay, Lindsay!' i look up and one of my youngest campers (8 years) is walking in with blood pouring out of a gash on her head. it was in her hair, on her arms, on her shirt, on the floor. i jump up, give the girl to the other counselor, grab the first aide kit, realize that i don't need to first aide kit, just some paper towels, move her into the restroom, apply pressure, watch as the deep cut stops bleeding, calm campers, calm injured camper... the other counselor and i completed each other quite well there, she ended up going to the hospital with the camper and i went into super counselor mode as i distracted the girls and took them somewhere so they would be out of the way when the ambulance came.
after a loud impromptu party at the guy's cabin, we went stargazing.
that was lovely.
wonderful indeed.
singing my campers to sleep is also always worth it all.
*random
i exchanged stories about this past year with another counselor; she didn't know what i felt so bad for calling him 'jerkface' to myself. she has said worse.
...but it's not me.
and it's not something i want in me, it's not worthy of the role model i wish to be even if the campers never see that side.
however in this case i feel that it is wildly justified.
and fitting.
...it is late.
goodnight moon.
and tell Orion goodnight aswell, i talked to him a bit yesterday but the campers were there you see...
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