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Just a Camp Counselor Life
Professional Chaos Manager. Current Girl Scout staff. Six year Girl Scout camp staff, including camp director, former CIT, and lifetime Girl Scout. This blog is to express all my feels about camp, youthwork, and Girl Scouts. She/her or they/them.
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Sometimes I think about the camp staff that I met years ago who one day posted on Facebook about how much she loved being dicked down by strong men and just needed that sometimes, then disappeared off the app for like 2 years, only to reappear posting photos of her in Renaissance fair-esque clothes.
True queen there.
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I made a medication change (necessary unfortunately) at the beginning of the month and the whole month has basically been my brain giving me a big fuck you. I've been depressed, anxious, and hypomanic, all within the month, usually more than one of those at a time. The perk of being bipolar I guess (this is literal, I am diagnosed with bipolar disorder).
This morning, I woke up at 3 am. Unsure why, probably another nightmare. Unfortunately, I proceeded to have an anxiety attack that lasted about an hour and a half, then took another 40 minutes of reading to calm down enough to fall back to sleep around 5:30. So I ran on about 6 hours of sleep today and my brain and body are just fried.
There's no point to this, other than I am having A Time, along with running six events this month, getting a new boss, and trying to get a support group started. Is this enough?
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oh when I tell you I need all of these [x]
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It's really awesome to be a camp counselor! It's a ton of work, but there's the moments that make it all worth it. Feel free to reach out with questions though!
i really want to sign up to be a summer camp counselor but I'm so scared cause I've never done anything like that before.
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I would like to clarify something:
One, my parents did not let me, a 17 year old, go to Paris alone to a strange apartment.
My mom went with me. I planned the whole thing and did all the navigation and planning because my mom doesn't speak French.
Still a lot of faith for a high schooler.
Sometimes I think about when I went to Paris when I was 17 and my mom let me go on a random website (this was before Air B n B) and just rent a studio apartment for a week where we had to call someone in Canada to arrange a key drop.
That's a lot of faith in someone who hadn't even finished high school.
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Sometimes I think about when I went to Paris when I was 17 and my mom let me go on a random website (this was before Air B n B) and just rent a studio apartment for a week where we had to call someone in Canada to arrange a key drop.
That's a lot of faith in someone who hadn't even finished high school.
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My top job ideas for myself are:
Eternal camp counselor
Prop and set designer for the National Treasure franchise
Science consultant for a children's show
Docent at an oddities museum
Cat petter at a cat cafe (unlimited mochas and chais)
Unfortunately, these are not full time, well paid jobs, so I guess I'll work for Girl Scouts, which is... full time at least.
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I heard Thriller on the radio the other day (I have never heard it any day except Halloween, but whatever) and I was transported back to being a CIT, where my counselor sat us down in our yurt and told us that Micheal Jackson had died.
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Coworker: We were on the phone when you were getting ready for your program and then you said the van you had reserved was gone and you hung up. Did you figure that out?
Me: Yeah, I took a different van, but I didn't check if it was reserved, so idk about that.
Coworker: So you compounded the problem?
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It feels like summer is just around the corner because spring seems to be flying by, but really it's still April for another week and it's just the sunshine on my skin making me feel on top of the world that makes me think summer is here.
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My mom wanted help with something tonight and I did a bit and then I told her I would go for a walk and then help her. Then she just ghosted me in my time of excitement about the pay rule, so no more help for her tonight.
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As someone who makes less than this and regularly works overtime, this is life changing.
Republicans would never do this for American workers… NEVER…
But Biden did...
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I now have a few programs that I have run four or more times each, both of which I will end up running more times this year. What I've learned is that there's never going to be a one sized fits all curriculum. If you want to run a program, even if it's the same program over and over again, it's going to be different every time, because the kids are different.
Some groups are more chatty, some are more active, some understand certain concepts quicker or have more or less kids who do. Every little troop or group has their quirks. Just because something worked perfectly last time does not mean that it will work perfectly the next time.
So there's your lesson on kiddos today.
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I got overwhelmed today. In a meeting that I was leading. Which is the second worst place to get overwhelmed (first is during a program I am leading). My voice broke while I was trying not to cry, thankful my camera was not working. The meeting ended and I cried, alone with the door shut in my office.
Afterwards I went to my new boss and asked for things to be done differently next time. I said that it was too much and too late to be told that during the meeting, that it had been overwhelming. I needed to know that earlier. Much earlier. She said that she would keep that in mind for the future.
Being autistic is hard. Being autistic in a job that seems like a bad fit for autism is hard. Advocating for yourself in that position is perhaps the hardest part. But I did it, and that was a good thing.
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Thank you to everyone who voted, I will now reveal why I take a nalgene everywhere.
I take a medication that makes me incredibly thirsty and I require near constant water. It is easier for me to bring a water bottle, even if it stays in the car to be chugged after the date, then to ask the waiter to refill my water glass eight times or to have to refill a cup all night long. I bring water everywhere, and a lot of it. Dates, friends houses, walking in the park, everywhere I am allowed to bring it or can sneak it in.
It's also a comfort thing, like, I know I'll have water, even if nothing else goes according to plan.
Is it a little weird? Yeah, probably. Seems we agree on that. But it's justified I guess?
I just realized that something I do might be weird. So tell me:
This is completely a joke, I will continue to drag my nalgene everywhere with me.
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Ok, so I opened up my work email, just to read the subject lines of emails, and I feel like 135 emails for over a week isn't horrible. I was able to delete 39 just by looking at the subject/sender, which is great. More that I know I won't need to respond to, just read. Also nothing that can't wait, which is even better.
My week off has been... interesting. Between the anxiety and the exhaustion of being sick while working a 55 hour week, it's been not as fun and rejuvenating as I'd hoped. Definitely for the best though.
Am I "better"? Am I miraculously healed from taking a week to run around doing errands and cleaning and working on projects? Definitely not. I don't know how to solve the problem of chronic stress in a way that doesn't mean taking the source away completely. I'm trying though.
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