Ten weeks. One hundred degree weather. Sunburn. A 7 o'clock wake up. Sobriety. Unplugged from social media. Hundreds of kids. Butt rash. Cafeteria food. Welcome to summer camp!

Spending your summer away from home, friends, alcohol, and their cell phone is not the typical summer lineup for college students. Going to camp means trading parties for camp outs, for no air conditioning, your comfortable apartment for a twin bed and bunch of kids.

Since that first day of camp you have been cover head to toe in paint, lost your voice, and suffered through sunburn. You have put up with the homesick kid, the kid who was afraid to climb the wall, and the kid who refuses to shower. Why did you sign up for this?

Ten weeks of 24/7 babysitting. You, a complete stranger with the responsibility of 12 children for the next three weeks. This child's parent entrusted you with their most prized possession. I'm just thinking to myself, "don't screw it up."

But you did this because you wanted to make a difference in a child's life. To be their hero. Their role model. You gave up your summer to be with them, and they will be forever grateful to you.

Being a 10 year camper, when I look back on why I returned to camp every summer had a lot to do with my pervious counselors. How I looked up to them, is how I know how much my campers look up to me. Being a camp counselor may mean long hours, and a very little paycheck but it comes with instant satisfaction.

However now it's time to head back to campus, celebrate, and mentally prepare yourself for the next nine months of classes.

Honestly I'm thinking I just should of stayed at camp. Going back to school means going back to the drama, the anxiety, and pressures.

As excited as I am to be back, I wish the camp bubble would follow me back to campus. Where everyone is carefree and isn't afraid to be themselves. Everyone in college wants to be someone, and are too afraid to feel good in their own skin. College should be more like camp.

Also being back means getting back into the loop. Being away for so long you loose touch of everything going in the outside world. Most days at camp I couldn't even tell you what day of the week it was. It was nice taking a vacation from social media.

Campus life can't compare to long summer days at camp, but they are something that I will think of often. When I'm having a bad day, I'll think of the time I sat at sail point. Watching the waves hit the dock. Listening to the the crickets chirping. Camp will always be with me.

Thank you for the memories. See you next summer.