Camp Victory part 1: Life as a CIT

Summer, oh the summer.  I would not even say that mine has been busy, but of course I have not written much at all.  The one blog that I did write was very short and honestly crappy (pardon my pun).  A few days ago, I was surprised to find three blogs written but never published.  I would publish them now but they are so far into the past that it would be silly.

The summer has been full of ups with only a handful of downs thrown in here and there.  This summer I had the privilege of working at Camp Victory as a CIT–it was such a joy.  I met new people and feel as though perhaps I made an impact in someone’s life.

In a previous blog I mentioned my walking into an “I Hate This Girl!” club–I’ll call this female Vicki so that she remains…innocent. I did not understand the other girls hatred dislike for Vicki.  God is funny, for Vicki was my partner for the week.  I still did not understand why they did not like her…but I guess it just might be a girl thing.  I mean sure, I will admit that it felt like I did more of the work a lot of the time (butIthinkthatshewasonherperiod..), but she is really nice and fun to hang with sometimes.  I think I got along very well with all of my fellow CITs.

During the week, the CITs went to the challenge course.  I always enjoy this,  I enjoy the talks we have afterwards–especially the part about leaders and followers.  On this particular trip I was most definitely a follower–I fear we had a few too many leaders this time.  We had an activity which consisted of getting the group from point A to point C without touching the ground and with only two blocks of wood.  It was difficult to figure out but I was embarrassingly surprised at how quickly the group became frustrated.

My cabin was wonderful.  The girls were well behaved and that made my one week (*sigh*) of work more fun.  There was only one first year camper–one whom I felt sympathetic toward.  See, she tried to fit in a little too hard; even I shared in the girls frustration.  That little girl and I had the same pajama bottoms.  The other girls complimented mine and not hers.

Girl 1: Charita, your pajamas are so cute!

New Girl: I have the same ones!

Girl 2: Charita, your pants are totally awesome.

New Girl: Hey, I have the same ones!

Girl 3: Charita, I like your pajamas.

New Girl:  I’ve got the same ones!!

Me:  Hey guys, don’t you like her pajamas too?

Girl 1:  Your shirt brings out the color more.

I almost started to laugh, right in their presence.

The only thing I regret is my inability to stay up late into the night.  It is sad that I went to sleep before my campers did.  I guess I just wasn’t in the mood to tell blond jokes until midnight–but I still wish I could have stayed up.  Another thing that I need to improve is my talkativeness. The girls in my cabin commented on my quietness.  I honestly thought I was extra loud that week….

I also had the opportunity to share my testimony with my fellow cabin mates–God did things that night.  My testimony prompted another girl to share, and another, and another–every girl shared her testimony.  It was amazing!