Please see part 3 from last week.
The washrooms were particularly ugly. The camp had hired their “flushy cleaner” from India and she must not have known what she was getting into. It seemed like she never
cleaned the washroom. The linoleum floor became a mud floor and many toilets were out of order. There was never any toilet paper or soap. Going to the washroom became an adventure in itself.
The girls went around to different activities. There was horseback riding, ropes courses, weaving, sailing, swimming, wind surfing and all the normal camp activities. They would be
there for two weeks. The girls hated the water activities and would cry a lot because they didn’t like to get wet in the cold weather. I felt really sorry for them. They loved the horses and they never
really complained about the food. One girl would not get along with the others and she would always fight with them. It was a great challenge to make her get along with the others but gradually
the situation improved.
Homesickness was definitely the biggest problem. The girls would cry themselves to sleep. One girl in another cabin was so homesick she made herself sick. They would try to
comfort each other and I would try to comfort them but they were so young and not used to being away from home. Even I was homesick. I hadn’t heard from my parents for two weeks and I had
mailed them but they hadn’t mailed me. Finally I decided to call them.
Calling home was not an easy task. There were two payphones and they were really busy. After the campers went to bed I stood in line for at least an hour before reaching my
parents. I was almost crying by the time I hung up. My father told me something was wrong with someone in my family and that I should come home. I didn’t know what to do. I went to bed
very worried and the next day the bad weather was even more upsetting.
Please see the final part next week.,Please see part 3 from last week.
The washrooms were particularly ugly. The camp had hired their “flushy cleaner” from India and she must not have known what she was getting into. It seemed like she never cleaned the washroom. The linoleum floor became a mud floor and many toilets were out of order. There was never any toilet paper or soap. Going to the washroom became an adventure in itself.
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