Daniel's Summer Blog

The Sixth week of camp, the middle of second session is generally the peak of the staff members' stress levels. By this time, all the campers have leanred exactly how to push all of their counselor's buttons and do so with increasing frequency and efficiency. Also, the staff becomes fed up with itself, the coworkers, the tyrant supervisors, the lazy minions, the ridiculous wishes of the big fishes. Para demonstrar: It was mandated that the first day off of the session would be the (only) 24 hour day off of the session. Allow me to explicate why this is foolish. The beginning of Session deux brings stress, yes, but not enough that cannot be taken care of with a 12 on the first day off. The second session 24 is often the last refuge of counselors, a lifeline, during the crushing stretch of aforementioned burnout. It is a light to which they can look forward, before the cornea-scorching flame of post-camp freedom.

Not unrelatedly, my eye condition, which I seemed to have contracted during staff week, finally sent me to the Toccoa Clinic not once, but twice in two days, with Sally driving myself and the Hamburgler because he has soft-lense associated hypoxia which was previously misdiagnosed as an ulcer. I have a serious bacterial infection which has yet to be pinpointed, they cultured my eyes Thursday, so I will find out tomorrow when the three of us head down there again. I have been on four sets of eyedrops thus far, each producing varying levels of success. I will not be wearing contacts for at least the remaining three weeks of camp, which is ok, except that wearing sunglasses becomes difficult.

Never go on days off with more than one car. Words to live by. But do go to The Marble Slab in Ashvegas, it is delicious (swiss chocolate with frozen snickers mixin and a chocolate covered waffle cone). The best part is that there is no choice of size. Either you go all or you go home. This blog has been brought to by the letter arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. And the number 132,000,000.