SJ WEEK 1

As much as I wish I could write this with abit more valor and humor, I have to censor my words a bit because there's a chance campers, other counselors, or individuals I can't go apeshit around will read this.

It's pretty bare-bones of what is going on at camp, mostly for my family because I'm terrible when it comes to keeping in touch with them regularly.

June 11th, 2025

When I first arrived in Boston fresh off a red-eye flight, I was in desperate need to bathe. The flight was pretty meh, I didn't get to sleep as much as I needed to so it defeated the point of taking a red-eye. My plan to shower before the flight went out the window when I realized the airport lounge in Phoenix didn't have a shower in it so, I had to use these random ass deodorant wipes to wash myself. The only good thing that came out of that Delta Sky Club was the free cinnamon rolls they handed out, which were fucking delicious.

After doing some Reddit research, I realized the only thing I could do to shower in Boston was risk getting my luggage stolen. So, I let my suitcase loop around and around the baggage claim for about an hour while I helped myself to a free breakfast and shower at the Delta Sky Club. In the midst of helping myself to all of the free fancy shit, I accepted that this time was my last bit of luxury for the next few months. Shortly after this was confirmed, seeing as how as soon as I had to leave the lounge, I entered REM sleep on some random airport seating near baggage claim. Then I ate cold, moist, grilled chicken from a little snack stand and washed it down with orange juice. I waited at Boston Logan for about eight hours, so I was itching to get out of there.

It is June 12th and finally the end of my first day at camp. It was spent talking with the other counselors for hours at a time in various different spots around the camp, playing card games, and waiting for our next meal. In other words, it was an absolute drag.

We did a whole lot of nothing since we didn’t really know what we could or couldn’t do. Thankfully at the end of the night the cook, Will, took six of us in his five-person car to get ice cream. The small town felt very American especially because it has a car racetrack as its main attraction.

When it comes to the living corridors, there are a few spiders that share this cabin with my roommates and me, but they seem chill. Shoutout to Rebecca and Erin who let me sleep with my noisy ass fan on! This bed situation is going to make my back hate me seeing as how this thing is a fuckin flat blue brick of foam but whatever, it’s part of the experience (I’m probably gonna buy a mattress topper) (June 17th update: I bought a mattress topper). 

The second day (June 13th) went by much quicker and we did much more. I had my first riding lesson, which was fine. My horse, Noah wasn't really feeling it but I was just happy to be on a horse!

The rest of the day was spent conducting camp area run-downs and exploring some of the games we might play with the campers. After our night session, I went to CVS with a handful of girls and when we came back, we sat around a little campfire and ate smores for a bit. 

This day was filled with so much stuff that it feels like it’s been three days shoved into one. Between riding lessons, holding kittens, eating chicken Caesar salad wraps, trying to untie a human knot, and sprinting across camp to get more bedding... I am fucking exhausted.

I also haven’t gone number 2 in like four days which is really concerning me. I want to go on a run and I feel like as soon as I do that, I’ll have to go but until then, I will struggle in silence.

Day three (June 14th) has come to an end, a day in which we lost a counselor due to homesickness. She was a true horse girl and I feel like my experience here will be lacking without her presence, that being said I think we will be okay while she's gone.

Generally speaking, we didn’t do much today. It consisted of lots of rules and diving deeper into areas we’ve already seen ten times. We did some arts and crafts and ate mediocre camp food, and I feel I’ve really bonded with my fellow counselors via my favorite method of getting closer to people; complaining.

There’s been a lot of confusion and uncertainty, I think (and if someone from said summer camp I am attending is reading this, please don’t take offense) everything is a bit jumbled in many aspects. We’re all just trying to wait it out and hope all of the questions that are planted throughout each day will get answered. 

The nights are fucking freezing and I think I might get hypothermia. I'm not used to living like this, I'm being tested by a higher being.

Today is Sunday, so the last day of our first week. We did some trail clearing which was where I found a like-minded individual to bond with named Phoebe. She’s an absolute comedian to be around. I also had everyone pose like they were in the Civil War for the below photograph.

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We also got a new mini horse named Queso, along with his mother named Missy or something. They will be living in the mini farm with our little goats who I’ve come to absolutely adore and the pigs who I don’t love as much.

I feel like I ate a wide variety of meals today from coffee cake to bagels to French toast to burgers to grilled cheese to blue raspberry jello cake? I don't entirely know what I'm consuming here, I kind of just eat it and hope for the best, so send a prayer to my digestive tract.

During our night session, I was taught how to play Mafia, which is a very fun game. Then I showered, and as I walked back to my cabin I was hit with a wave of nostalgia for Los Angeles. I miss my job and I miss all of the little things that made that city feel special to me.

When I start feeling grumpy here, I can only think about wanting to leave and needing a bit of luxury in my life. Then I go eat an absurd amount of carbs and I feel better. 

In sad news, I do think I’m getting a bit of sickness. My throat is starting to feel sore, which is normally the beginning of the end for me. I am just hoping I can work through it before the campers come! Which will be next week, eek! 

Goodnight lads.

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