A New Career Aspiration (If You Will)

Is there such a thing as professional camp counselors?

Are there such people who major in Camp and spend time in classes about proper community bathroom etiquette (shower shoes, people!) and how to get the most out of the allotted two-hour lunch/nap time block?

If so, sign me up, because I wore flip flops in the shower every time and figured out that if you eat in a speedy 30 minutes, you can get 1 1/2  hours of sleep and are better prepared for afternoon sports down the hill.

And in my opinion, that’s all you need to know to be well on your way to semi-professional camp counselor.

I don’t do anything halfway though, so last night while down at the lake for the bonfire, I crept into the woods with a friend, a flashlight, and a roll of toilet paper to pee.

If peeing in the wilderness doesn’t bump you up to Professional Camp Counselor (with a 401k and benefits) I don’t know what will.

Okay, okay, you aren’t convinced yet—I can tell by the look on your face.

What if I told you that most days I didn’t wear makeup and sweated pretty profusely?

(Camp makes me attractive, let me tell you.)

Would you consider me professional if I told you that I love to use camp lingo, like ‘mess hall’ and ‘KP cleanup’?

I also attended countless counselor meetings, the baptisms of ten beautiful children of God, had devotionals with the girls in my cabin, snuck down to the lake with fellow counselors, had several heart-to-hearts, wrote & received Love Line Letters, and made so many wonderful memories.

What a resume.

Alright, I can tell you don’t think I’m cut out for PCC (if it’s even a thing. Did we ever decide?) and that’s okay.

I’ll just have to spend the next several summers proving you wrong.  

 

 

I am and as much as I miss camp, I am loooooving my bed.