I’m home!

So, now I’m going to tell you how the last day at camp went. Well, first of all, I’m now basically a hardened criminal, because there was a foam party there, and only the 8th–6th squads were allowed in, and they told us, “You’re adults, you don’t need it,” but I (I’m in the 2nd) just walked in when everyone turned away. By the way, the foam there was kind of radioactive, or whatever you’d call that. Because of it, the henna on my legs washed off and the print on my T-shirt came off too. Second, as many as 4 boys from our squad got a permanent ban from entering the camp. 2 of them climbed over the fence and went swimming in the river, even though that’s forbidden, and another 2 stuffed a drain with clothes in a special floor sink for laundry, turned on the water, and went for quiet hour. In the end, we got flooded a little there and they were made to wash everything. By the way, people also wash their hair in those things a lot. One of those boys pushed me like that while I was washing my hair and I fell in there

On the last day we also had, like, an initiation, which was done by the kids together with one of the counselors (they had to persuade her for about 15 minutes). For both the boys and the girls, 2 children were chosen and made heads of the toilets and showers. By the way, I was the head of the girls’ shower room.

And the boys also held a contest for the “most smelly” and invited everyone who wanted to vote, but I refused; I didn’t want to offend anyone. Well, there was also the final disco, of course. Last year it was more interesting, but I’m not complaining. It was supposed to go until 2 a.m., but it ended at 00:54. That was because the counselors kept counting us again from time to time. So, at one point, they were missing one girl from Squad 1. They herded us all into the cabins and made us sleep, and the counselors went looking for her, because, as it turned out, a water truck had arrived that evening and the guard forgot to close the gate, which meant that, theoretically, she could have gone out and gotten lost in the forest. But actually it was nothing like that. She’d just felt ill and was in the toilet, and for some reason our toilets are soundproofed, so she didn’t hear the counselors calling us for the count. But they only found her at 01:40, and by then many people were already asleep. And there was no real point in getting everyone back together for the disco for just 20 minutes. But at the disco, a boy from Squad 1 asked me to slow dance three times. On one hand, it was nice, like apparently he thinks I’m pretty (and as it turned out, he noticed me on the first day, so he liked my personality too), but on the other hand — TOTALLY UNCOMFORTABLE. Haha, at least he didn’t come around with stinky sandwiches like he did last year (if anyone hasn’t seen it or forgot — here’s the link to the post from last year’s disco 

By the way, because of those two boys who doused us with water, the counselors punished us and made us sleep, banned royal night, and walked the corridors all night, making sure we didn’t leave our rooms. But they didn’t account for the fact that such a wonderfully brilliant, ingenious child as me would think of getting up at 4 a.m. and giving myself a royal morning. So, my friends and I got up early in the morning and went to do all kinds of nonsense. We didn’t smear anyone with toothpaste, because the counselors told us it could cause burns. At first one of my friends suggested drawing on someone with henna, but we decided not to do that either, because some people can be allergic to henna too. In the end, we went around all the rooms, stuck tissues onto the children’s faces with hypoallergenic cream, covered them with stickers, swapped the bedside tables around, hung caps on the balconies, and tied (well, not really tied — just laid them across and tucked them under the mattresses) blankets to the beds. One boy did wake up and said that as soon as we fell asleep, he’d spit on us, so we just took our mattresses, moved them into the drying room, and slept there. By the way, it worked; an hour and a half later he came to our room and didn’t find us there. We only found out about it because he swore loudly and woke up the counselors 😁. Also at camp I started writing another Harry Potter fanfic, where a super mega active positive girl gets transported into the Harry Potter world. But not like most self-insert characters. She wasn’t very lucky and ended up not in Hogwarts, but... in Azkaban. But I haven’t written much yet; after all, they only gave us our phones for a short time. 

And at the end of the session, the counselors gave little gifts to the most active kids, and they gave me this beast

Also on Parents’ Day, my parents brought me Uno and Bunker so we could play with friends, but they took Bunker away from me on the very first day because I have the 18+ version and it has these cards:

I also finished reading the last book in the series, which my parents have been buying me one book a year for 9 years now. On one hand, it’s great, but on the other, kind of sad (

Well, and look how much I’ve already progressed in camp embroidery 

What an eventful life you have! Memories for a lifetime!

So, how would you rate your stay at the camp on a 10-point scale in the end?)

Well, I’d say 8/10. Much better than last year, but I still can’t overlook the boy with a concussion or that nasty nurse, even if I try really hard. In general, I think the other kids would rate it lower, but I’ve been going there for the fourth time already, and it’s the only chance to meet friends from other cities, so I just can’t give the trip a low rating

The hobby card really lit me up - voyeurism! A perfectly normal hobby))

I read about the royal morning, and it reminded me of the army... Again...

Just it sounded like trash when you wrote about the boy and the nurse; I thought you wouldn't give more than 4/10. It's hard for me to judge — instead of camp they sent me to the village all summer to hang out with grandpa, grandma and the village kids, and I liked it :). And camp… I don't even know. I have traumatic memories of the sanatorium — as a child I really didn't like it.

What was so trashy last year that it outdid that?

That year, we were unlucky with our counselors. Not only did they yell, but they also insulted us over every little thing. For example, my parents brought me quite a lot of food on Parents’ Day back then. If the cafeteria food this year was still somewhat tolerable, last year it was somehow rubbery and stank. Plus, there were often someone’s hairs in it. And I’m pretty generous, so knowing that, my parents brought me extra food, because I would have given away about 20% of it anyway. So, one of the counselors told me that my parents didn’t love me and were actually raising me like a pig for slaughter, which is why they wanted to fatten me up. She also bullied me and another girl really badly for acne. She tried to convince the other kids that we never washed ourselves and stuff like that. Although I actually have acne on my chin. And like, fine, it would be one thing if it just existed, but it also hurts! In short, for me, that was a pretty painful topic that year (now I’ve kind of gotten used to it and stopped caring). Another time, a huge spider crawled into our room at night. I’m not afraid of spiders, but the girl whose bed it stayed above was. We decided to swap beds for one night and knock it down with a broom in the morning. So, that idiot, knowing that I’m afraid of dead things, talked the boys into crushing it while I was asleep. I woke up with a squashed spider above my head. I was really, really scared then. And it was also really gross. Also, the counselors there really loved playing the “stealing game.” They would just go through the rooms and take anything that wasn’t sealed in little bags. Even things that were in our hands at the time. Like, “not allowed, everything has to be closed.” Another thing: the counselor there had a game console and an electric scooter, but he only let the boys use both. Well, there were also a couple of fights there, but they only ended with bruises. And that boy who had offered me spoiled sandwiches later started messaging me from several accounts on Telegram, Viber, and even SMS, saying he knew my city and would come here. That was creepy, and on top of that, it was infuriating

Do you have a kind of cooperation with guys from other cities? When and in which shift should one check into the camp?

We met most of them 4 years ago, when we were there for the first time. And then, every year, a couple more people joined our group. Right now, there are 18 of us friends. We have a group in Viber, and there we decide which shift we’ll go together. It’s true that 2 girls will never be able to go again, because they got into some pretty prestigious colleges, and they even have to study during the holidays. And somehow it turned out that ALL OF US live in different cities and villages. Only one boy and one girl got lucky — they’re both from Brest, but even they hardly ever meet there, because they live at opposite ends of the city