As I led campers in
parents in a
boisterous rendition of “Bananas of the World” (video of randoms singing it less enthusiastically here),
and
screamed at about 80 moms, dads, aunts, uncles, cousins, and – most
enjoyably – grandparents to vomit their bananas, I realized that this
NOT the
American me. This was the Camp me.
I don’t know if anyone in the States would
believe what I was doing, and I didn’t really believe what I was doing. But I was jumping around, shouting (aka
Going Bananas), and totally comfortable doing it.
During my first two
years I’d been able
to mesh well with my group (as long as they were at least a little bit
interested in camp). That was my
strength. I was good at leading
morning classroom activities. But
this year I also felt good about running afternoon Olympic activities
and doing
the shows, which I did not feel confident about before.
And since now I’m
getting really into
linking these videos that can give a taste of the job, here’s what an ACLE warm up circle looks like. Pretty similar to any other camp
circle, except that you have to explain what everything means and go
really
slowly at first to at least give them a shot at getting pronunciation
right.
But back to that show. The structure of shows is pretty
standard. Directors introduce the
show, kids sing a song together, groups perform their shows from
youngest to
oldest, tutors sometimes lead campers and parents in a loud camp song,
tutors present
kids with diplomas. In past years
there were usually technical difficulties and shows would rarely run
smoothly,
but somehow all three this year ran super smoothly.
The pajama party show
went well, although
one girl said a line way too soon, interrupting the first murder, but
the
killer figured it out and just murdered the first girl at the same time
as the
second. And when they lined up at
the end, they held the boy was part of the hand-holding/raising.
As for next year…
After last year I didn’t
think there was any way I’d return, since I would have a job through
early
August. Two years of ACLE is
normal, but three is pretty rare. Even
after deciding to go back this year, I wasn’t sure it was the right
call. I wasn’t sure until my first day of
camp this year.