Page 24: The Last "Letter From America"

Writing in the staff lounge, straight back from the Dining Hall where, after eating we got up on the benches and danced to Living On A Prayer. If you've ever danced on a bench with four nine year olds flanked either side of you, you'll know it is a tricky thing to accomplish. As well as shouting lyrics and dancing manically you also have to keep your banace and try not to hit them, challenging, as they are exactly at prime arm-hit-height. I think one of my favourite memories of camp happened ten minutes ago. 

You know how awkward the dance sections are in music? When the singer stops and leaves you hanging post-verse, trying to think of a really cool dance move to last the next 12+ counts until they come in with the chorus again, saving you from something you hope never goes on facebook? Right. It's crucifying. 

So. When we were coming up to the reallllllly long guitar solo I turned to Sophia and Sophia and shouted "Air guitars! Now!" and instead of leaving me hanging there like some over-excited institutionalised student, we all picked up our air guitars and jumped up and down on the wooden bench :)

Camp Echo Alma Mater

Can it be that summers ending?

Where did time go? Where was I?

We've been together, only a short while,

Oh how I wish the time had not flown by

Meeting new friends, sharing secrets

Under trees that touch the sky

Growing to be part of one family

Oh how I wish the time had not flown by

Children's laughter, sounds of summer

Looking back on treasured days

Memories will linger, echo bonds forever

Oh, how I wish the time had not flown by

Blue and White we stand tonight

Fighting tears of sad goodbyes

Though far apart, we'll be close in our hearts

Oh how I wish the time had not flown by

About a fortnight ago, walking back to camp from Outback I noticed a branch of red in the otherwise entirely green forest. That's how autumn starts. Summer's ending. 

Which means goodbye camp, hello (again) University. It feels weird that by the time I leave, I would have spent over 10 weeks and a whole season on this continent. I genuinely don't want to eat another Oreo for a long LONG time.

But first, before we head back to our homes in different countries and lives without sunshine everyday and children everywhere; ROADTRIP USA!

Because we didn't work nine weeks fo' nothing.

With "my peoples" one lunchtime a few weeks back :)

All the tents have been packed up, fires put out, trapeze taken down, animals sent back to a farm. Now all that's left is for the kids to leave back on the buses they arrived in, then us.

Everyone's heading to different places: Disneyland, West Coast, Bahamas Cruise, Canada are just some of the plans I've seen being made in the staff room. The usual suspects (Louise, Ryan, Sean, Russel and I) have planned some 'Eastcoasting'. I won't tell you where we're going because I want to surprise my family with postcards along the way, but let me tell you, it's pretty awesome and we're heading out of New York!

 ...Time to get "turned up"...


*This is gonna be my last post at Camp, I'll probably post about roadtrippin' when I get back home :)

Page 5: The Eagle Flies Soon

I woke up this morning and realised I can count the number of days before I fly to America on the fingers of both hands. And for a reason I can’t entirely articulate, that's a big deal.
Since having my Visa processed and sending across my medical records and staff T-Shirt size (the final required documents, considering initial applications, references, CRBs, insurances, personal statements, flights, research, phone interviews, follow up queries, Skype interviews, embassy appointments and legal paperwork things like UCAS seem like a very short application process) I'm technically all set to go.

 

Meanwhile, on the official staff group I like to stick around to ask all the important questions

Anyone who knows me well will know that although I’m easily amused I get bored ridiculously quickly. So, I’ve found this ACTIVITY BOOK (ACTIVITY BOOK!!!) which is AMERICAN THEMED and although I guess it will only keep me occupied for about an hour, I’m honestly thrilled with it. Hey, I even bought me a pack of colours to take on the plane! (DON’T JUDGE ME! I’ll just tell any curious passengers I’m a Geography student ;) ).



Don't get jealous, but there's a 'colour in the Whitehouse' page and everything!
Wait- WHAT COLOUR SHOULD I COLOUR THE WHITEHOUSE?

In preparation for living with 12 teenage girls (the campers are 7-15 but I haven’t been assigned my bunk group yet) I’ve also taken notes from books about child development and adolescent behaviour these past few days (my Dad’s an actual counsellor, in the British definition of the word, so I found these on the bookshelf).

$ Theories of Childhood: Redleaf Press
$ Life Strategies for Teens: Jay McGraw
$ The Hidden Culture of Aggression in Girls: Rachel Simmons

^ I argued that having been a teenage girl through middle and high school I could already write a book about the various passive aggressive strategies girls use to abuse and exclude each other. I’m also word-perfect on Mean Girls’ screenplay so I thought I had this subject area ticked.

While reading those books I realised I’ve forgotten quite a lot of what it’s like to be a tween so I’m re-reading my old journals.

 

       Oh yeah, I also decorated a new journal for the next ten weeks!

I'm not sure what the blogging situation will be like at camp. It's an 'unplugged' camp which means no electronics for campers or counsellors but in our free time we can use the staff computers. If I don't manage to write much, I'll update y'all when I get back.

7 days! I'll like to be in America!

 

Page 4: I'm Going To London...(and I'm not going to buy 'Heat' magazine...)

As part of the J1 Visa application process (translation for any Visa newbs, 'J1' means it's a cultural exchange and non-immigration) I had to go to the US Embassy in London.

The day started well. I came back from my sunny seaside Uni for the day optimistically only packing a cardigan and sunglasses. Crossing over the English border I was greeted with a helluvalota rain, which meant I had to steal a jumper from my sisters wardrobe (SORRY NIKKI!).

I walk/crawl down the stairs still half asleep, questioning why important things are always early morning things.

Mum: Are you Marilyn Monroe
Me:    Nah?
Mum: What's with the red lipstick?
Me:    Lipstain. Oh. I can't wear pink or I look like Barbie
Mum: You look like a hooker. They won't grant you a visa if they think you're a hooker! Hahaha!

She was joking (I think).

Anyway, after arriving at the Embassy and going through identity and appointment checks, airport-style security and paperchecks I was led down into a great hall. Which is much less Hogwarts than I hoped. Basically you sit around on blue plastic chairs (patriotic!) until your ticket number flashes up inviting you to an interview kiosk. It's like Argos, for people!

In the process of checking criminal records they took scans of my fingerprints twice. I've literally spent the past week only touching things if I need to and being terrified of my own journal for fear of papercuts (if your fingerprints aren't solid they can refuse you a visa...).
I'm a nineteen year old incapable of driving a dodgem, let alone a car and I jump at loud noises. Believe me, I am not a threat to State or President!

I'm lucky enough that I was sorted in about half an hour. I've heard stories of people spending all day there! In my interview I was asked by a chirpy American "Ah! You're going to camp? And then you want to come back to University afterwards? Good job! Visa approved!". I walked away, kind of bemused as after all the security and authority and general scariness that the interview was so short. I was expecting CSI style, locked rooms and tape recorders! I walked down the wrong exit.

"It's the other way darling!"
Said the black-armbanded security guard holding a gun.
Someone holding a loaded gun just called me darling.
Life is strange.