There’s always a certain type of blues that sets in just after camp. There’s a urge to go back. Being the only one from Mt. Juliet who goes to this particular camp, I have no one to share similar experiences with. Maybe I can talk Phil into sending Mt. Juliet’s youth group to this camp next year.
I was in a cabin with eight 13 year old boys. For the most part they were good. I only had to get on to them a few times. There was another counselor who was supposed to be in the cabin with me. He showed up on Sunday afternoon and then left to see a friend of a friend in the hospital. He never called after that. After almost 24 hours of anyone not hearing from him, we were going to report him as a missing person, right before he made contact with someone. He stopped by camp on Wednesday to pick up his stuff and to tell us he wasn’t going to be around for the rest of camp. Am I disappointed? Slightly. He definitely should have called to tell us what he was going. Am I mad? Not in the least. I’m not going to hold a grudge about that. It would have been good to have him in the cabin to help supervise the kids.
It’s sorta difficult being a mentor toward these campers for one week of the year, then letting them go back to their own congregations hoping they will remember whatever you told them. Some of the kids’ home life is not exactly the best. Their parents are lackluster in their church going. Some of them only come to church because close relatives take an interest in their spiritual well being.
If you want to see some pictures from this week, go here.