So. New kids, halfway through the great American experience and everything's all quiet. They say no news is good news, but it's also boring to Blog about. The truth is I could blog every little detail and in twenty years time I could look back and think "Shit! I remember that!", but that isn't quite the point. The blog medium seems to me to be about the here and now, the immediate, and then have people respond. It's a soundboard for the little details that are interesting. So, it's not really that interesting that my excitement levels are peaking for The Dark Knight next monday and the trip to the next largest town for comfy seats and a big screen. Some may say my priorities are misplaced.
How about this then smart-guy - one of my campers ate beef today for the first time since he was five. The other day he was upset at dinner because, in his words, "there wasn't any food for him". I tried convincing him that eating beef wasn't the end of the world but he was having none of it. This evening, with only hamburgers to eat he happily gave it a try and actually liked it. I was very proud. All of my new kids are amazing. Visiting weekend came and went like a breath of fresh air, plus I made eighty dollars in tips! It's nice to actually meet the people who normally look after these kids. The parents were a grateful bunch and not just in a financial sense. One actually gave me a business card. I was stunned. Some of the kids had such a good time first four that their parents agreed to let them stay for second four. It was incredible seeing the kid's excitement and the parents' appreciation.
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Wow, that's a pretty disgusting title you've chosen for this entry.
I think blogging little details is all to the good, as long as they relate to the camp itself. I mean, that's what's interesting here - it seems like such a different world, but then, there is crossover with my own camping experiences, and that's interesting too. Admittedly, I'd read anecdotes even if you wrote 10,000 words of them.
I can't believe you got tipped! Tipping camp workers would never have occurred to me. How brilliant.
And I suppose someone has to ask - this child who wouldn't eat beef wasn't a vegetarian, was he? I take it he just didn't like beef specifically.
Yeah, I was concerned about that too, but I'm sure Jom checked!
Seriously mate, blog the little details, we love hearing about them! Just little things like particular kids' progress, how they're getting along etc. it's not boring to us at all - quite the contrary!
Nay worry! He wasn't a vegetarian but one of those kids with a stodgy bland diet. He had an advantage though over many a kid who suffers from "I don't like stuff I haven't tried, but I know I don't like it because it's ucky and I'm scared" (I was a long time sufferer - tuna is something I still don't like based purely on the fact that it smells like The Unwashed and therefore shouldn't be eaten); anyway, this kids' advantage is that he's brilliant and not obnoxious. Vegetarianism doesn't really exist here and socialism in any form is frowned upon. Not that I'm saying that Vegetarianism is a byproduct of socialism, but they're just two things that don't really exist here.
As for the title - that's the result of another little story. One of my co-counselors asked me whether or not we had the phrase "dushbag"(?) in Welsh. I told him I wasn't exactly sure what one was so he explained. Having laughed at how silly to be called not the article itself, but the container, I tried translating it into Welsh... plus, I like the word "teclyn".
So...what does dushbag actually mean then? Steff translated the Welsh for me, and I'm still confused!
BTW: No vegetarians or socialists?? But...but...
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