the trials & tribulations of cheer camp
For the first three days of this week, i will, and have been, working a camp for little kids at my school. The first problem with this arrangement is that our sponsor waited until the last minute to make us aware of this, and, as a result, many people didn’t come. Because I’m a responsible person, and somewhat a person in a leadership position as a senior, I went, and another girl did. That’s two people. We had about fifty little ones to be in charge of. What kind of mess is that? We had absolutely no itinerary, nor any idea that that many children were going to be there. Secondly, our sponsor wasn’t even there, because she is on a cruise. My problem with that was, she had to have known about this camp before school let out. Why did she even say we could do it if she knew that she wasn’t going to be here? That kind of pissed me off. And also, when she told me to tell the other girls about this, she said it was a voluntary thing. When she realized how many of us had actually shown up, then she wanted to make it mandatory. Like, really? The whole set up was a big mess.
So besides minor drama with the cheerleaders, the little girls, and one guy, are a handful themselves. I’m personally in charge of the five to seven year olds, and they have such problems, (problems I never seem to be aware of) that they need alone time. I have no idea what problems a five to seven year old girl would have, but obviously they have enough that it troubles them so. One girl said that she didn’t have friends because she scabs her knee everyday. (I was in such a bad mood yesterday, I wanted to to just tell her to quit scabbing her knee, its not a hard thing to do. But that would have just opened a whole ‘nother can of worms) Another girl said that it was just too early in the morning to be doing stuff, which I totally understood. Today we had about 7 or 8 big cheerleaders, and I had more of a schedule put together today, so it was better. But not by much.
Anyway, I just needed to complain for a minute. Children, as much as I love them, are not for me.
