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Worst 24 Hours

I’ve had the worst twenty four hours of my life from 7.00 p.m. Wednesday 24th to the following day. Though they won’t be the last I’ll have before my flame is eventually snuffed out.

This year is my third or fourth year in being involved with the summer camp.  I’m a senior leader that is in charge of the buses and making sure that kids get to the right place as well as being a co-ordinator for the under ten’s group. That means not only do I have to look after children but I also gotta keep an eye on the junior leaders to make sure they are doing their job and not disappearing from an activity. Today is the end of the second week and I’m grateful that there’s only one more week left before I plan to retire permanently from the camp.

I’ve been having problems with a couple of the leaders either with completely disregarding me when I asked them to wear their seatbelt on several occasions and the other person commands very little respect from the campers and they easily bully this particular leader. Now, the first person for the event that happened on the Wednesday evening is a bit excessive but for the second leader, I would be more likely to suspect since I’ve had to reprimand them several times. The children in the group are not counted as I would only give out to them if they were doing something wrong and they would not be as creatively vindictive.

Wednesday evening after getting home, I ate my dinner with the usual gusto but afterwards decided I would eat some toffee I had in my camp rucksack all day. Couldn’t find any sweets floating around in my bag so I emptied everything onto the bed. Somebody had searched through my bag and eaten every sweet leaving only the large empty bag. Annoyed but not upset, as a similar incident had happened the previous year I was a leader.

My brother and I chatted about our day for a while even though I still had everything upended onto the bed. His sharp eyes caught onto my bottle of water that I had taken that day. I explained that I didn’t drink it since I bought a Sprite at the shop but I would take it tomorrow for the camp. Picking up the bottle, he held it to the light and said there was something wrong. The bottle contained a murky liquid which turned out to be toilet water as it had floating paper debris and the choking scent of bleach.

I would have taken the water with me on Thursday.

I would have drank some without looking at the bottle.

I would have had to get my stomach pumped due to the industrial bleach and chemicals.

Needless to say, I was quite upset and I rang one of the camp managers to tell them what had happened. The following morning, I was a bundle of nerves and I unconsciously spent an hour letting the entire incident spin around in my head. At noon, I left the house and the post had come and delivered a package I received from Celeste which considerably lifted my spirits.


I catch the bus before it heads to the first pick-up spot but instead of the usual 52-seater and 27-seater coaches, I ended up with three smaller buses and had to work out the best way for all children and leaders from each stop to be together on each of the buses. It was stress I really didn’t need.

I met the leader above me and the two managers to discuss the incident during the first activity. All of the leaders in my group were individually pulled in for questioning over the course of the day but as I expected, nobody knows anything.

I’m fed up with the camp and I was considering of packing it all up, with or without my wages but I’ll stick it out. It means I’m spending a chunk of money each day on buying crap food from the shop, so I know it hasn’t been tampered with. My initial enthusiasm for the camp has dwindled, I used to kill myself with exhaustion everyday but now I plan to be less athletic. I’ll never do the camp again especially when there’s psychopathic poisoning punks.

Feck ’em, I want my free BBQ next week and that’s what’s keeping me going at the moment.