Working as a camp counselor is definitely something that could make or break your summer. As much as you think you love kids, the screaming and overwhelming kid drama could send you right into your mid-life crisis at the age of twenty. You probably spent the last few weeks trying to deal with the least amount of fighting as possible, and counting down the weeks, to days, to hours, to minutes, to seconds, you had left in your work day. That last week was probably the longest week of your life, but that last day was probably one of the saddest. Here's why:
1. You've learned so much from the campers.
Yes, you have definitely learned a lot about responsibility and leadership from your job, but the kids have taught you the more important lessons...like "the nae nae."
2. Because the saying, "kids say the darnedest things," is completely true, and you love it.
At the time, when one of your campers asked how much things cost at the dollar store, you want to rip your hair out. But it makes for some great stories. Except when they start asking you things like where babies come from and you have to make up some crazy story about how you were bought at a store. That could get a little uncomfortable.
3. You have SO MANY camp stories.
It seems, now that you're done with camp, that everything you do is relatable to something you've done or seen this past summer. For example, you go to the movies, and all you can think about is that one time you took your campers to see the Lego movie and the smallest kid got stuck in the seat and you needed five people to get him out.
l4. Your job was probably more fun than all of your friends' combined.
As much as you might have "hated" playing kickball and being forced to go swimming with the kids everyday; think about it, you were literally playing kickball and swimming all day. Your job description involves participating in activities. How many of your friends can say their day at work consisted of beating five kids in ping-pong, and going roller skating for a few hours?
5. You really do love the kids like they're your own.
Throughout the summer you have most likely referred to the campers as your "camp kids" and not just because they came to you whenever they were in a ton of trouble, but because you truly cared about them. You loved to see them have fun and you hated to see them upset.
