Camp Thunderhead

In life you're supposed to learn tons of lessons, and this year is definitly one of those years that it's all about learning. I've learnt how to survive in a country where I knew no one, where they spoke a language I spoke at most a couple of hours in a classroom, where the whole culture is different; I learnt how to start over and I loved it. Leaving all behind gave new perspectives of who I am and who I want to be. However, one of the most interesting lessons was the one I learnt at the camp I worked for almost 6 weeks.
Obviously, I had to learn first aids, how to react if one of the kids went missing, how to react in the case of a bear showed up, blah blah blah. However, no one taught us how to deal with teenagers! The kids were from 5th graders to 8th graders, and let me put it this way; the older the get, the worse they are. They were cocky, disrespectful, they'd swear in spanish or english according to who counselor they were with, they wouldn't brush their teeth, they would fart in each other's face, they would take advantage on the little ones.. and please don't get me started on the bullies, although I had a couple of 'paybacks' on those calling other kids 'gay' - probably they were right, but it wasn't their business!
After four weeks I was so done with the kids. I'd run away as soon as I could and make them suffer... not in a direct way because (sadly) that wasn't allowed at all. 
I gotta be honest though; I loved being in the north woods of Wisconsin. It's very similar to the South of Chile, just with less volcanos and more dirt in their lakes. Going swimming, playing volleyball with the mates, canoing, speed boating, water skiing, biking a couple of miles was amazing! I remember one day I was biking on the highway and it started raining cats and dogs; it felt like heaven. My bosses weren't at all huge fans of me, but come on, the pay was awful! In addition, I was in a mexican food based diet because of the cooks! Ugh.    
It was indeed quite an interesting experience, one of those thigns you gotta do to prove yourself and... never do it again! Seriously... 6 weeks without alcohol, parties, waking up at 7am everyday, going to church every sunday, having to pray, and not having sex. Fuck me (as Nikki used to say)! I survived though, I always do.

PS: I loved the hoddie the gave me tho.
Ubicación: Mercer, Wisconsin 54547, EEUU

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