Wake up at 7:45, drag yourself to flag,
cabin count, raise the flag, Sue Marcou says “Good morning Camp Bernadette,” we
reply “Good morning” in the most flat way possible, announcements, breakfast,
cabin clean up (nag nag nag) activity periods 1-3, lunch time, mail, rest hour
(nag nag nag) activity periods 4-5, free time, dinner time, free time, night
activity, shrine, bed time (nag nag nag) and finally CANTEEN for some adult
bonding. There are lines for everything including showers, toilets, food and
swimming etc, zero privacy and grilled cheese is everyone's favourite meal. What
does that tell you?
BUT as monotonous and miserable as that
sounds, it’s far from that. There's something magical about camp. I'm not
held back or weighed down by my past and no one is trying to put me in a box
and tell me who I am and who I'm not. In the past I let people
tell me what I was capable of but now I can decide for myself. I am slowly
discovering a whole new side of me that I was always so afraid to show. I have no
limits, no restrictions. There's something about the atmosphere that I
just can't put my finger on. I was always afraid of success because I knew that
hatred and bitterness followed it but at camp, if you succeed, people are
genuinely proud of you. I have formed so many beautiful friendships and
memories and I know I have so many more to come.
A week and a half left here at Camp Bernie.
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