after the worst battle ever, employment and i have finally becomes best friends forever. nsync’s “just got paid” is the anthem to my life right now, and it doesn’t even have to be a friday night.
in case you’re dying to know, i work for the county as a camp counselor for kids, grades k-5. people ask me what i do, and i’m like… it’s summer camp. you play games, make crafts and friends at the same time, go on field trips, be crazy, AKA i’m getting paid to act like a (responsible) five year old, and it’s the bomb.
today marked day two of my eight week journey with the younger generation, but i’ve already learned so many things about myself and the children!
1. i look old
a lot of the kids like to ask me how old i am. i used to straight out tell them how old i am, but that got boring really fast - the conversation would end at “nineteen.” so i decided to ask them how old they think i am, which is really fun and really tragic. really fun because kids are the worst at guessing ages and really tragic because i found out that i, apparently, look like an old hag. there were weird guesses like 16 and 19, and then there were the guesses like 30, 33, 34, and 36 that made me want to simultaneously vomit and cry a new major ocean.
2. i’m a hot commodity
the gentlemen of the elementary school population love me. this is cougar love taken to the x-treme. on the scale of societal norms, it’s probably labeled as pedophilia. but what’s it called when it goes in the other direction, ailihpodep? jokes, hilar! okay, no, but seriously. i had three little boys engage in some fierce rock, paper, scissors tournament to see who got to sit next to me on the bus. it was such a valiant effort, throwing their rocks, papers, and scissors the way they did, but i made them sit with each other instead. also, they are such big fans of hand holding. my hand is like twenty times bigger than theirs, so it’s really romantic.
3. kids always think they’re dying
i can’t believe these kids are so much more dramatic than i am. they trip over a tiny rock, fall - basically float - gently to the ground and are convinced that they need a paramedic and stat. oh, and they start crying. never have i ever seen tears flow so abundantly. when we were in the gym today, kids were throwing around those super soft gator balls - google it, if you don’t know what i’m talking about - the heaviest ball’s weight is equal to that of three feathers. anyway, one of the fourth grade girls got “hit” with one of those balls. i saw it “hit” her head, except “tickled her hair” would be the more accurate way to describe it. she paused for two seconds before the waterworks started. with the amount of tears she produced, someone might’ve thought that her parents and dog died on the same day.
working with kids is so much fun, but it’s not easy. with at least 50 kids to oversee each day, it’s always a crazy time. what a tiresome summer career! but i love it to a million little pieces and then some. you should do it too, then we can compare ridiculous stories and have a grand old time.
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brianyi said:
turned down all 3 boys? i knew you were a heart breaker.
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peace-of-me said:
this has been the best part of my day. albeit the fact that there have only been 29 minutes in this day. heh.
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