Tomorrow I am off on school camp. I have been feeling very reluctant about it. I have been going on school camps for 5 years now and I think I may have had enough of it. I felt more enthused about it today because I genuinely want the kids to have a great time. Whilst trying to pacify their fears and get them enthused and excited I worked the magic on my own mind, which was good.
It is a lot of hard work though. I have to organise my classes that I will miss in my absence, plan my home to be away for 3 days and then be ‘mommy’ to 28 kids for 3 days and if I am lucky their parents will pick them up on time allowing me to get home before I drop. When I get home, because I have been away for 3 days I have to deal with catch up there. Then on Monday I will get to see whether the teachers who were taking my classes, actually stuck to the plan and the work got done. I hate feeling this cynical but I have been on camp and rarely experienced a variation to this routine.
It will be ok though because it is warm and I will get to do lots of great activities and be in nature and hopefully see independence and team building and all those inspiring wonderful things that I remember when I am asked if I am available to go on camp. It reminds me of childbirth really. You forget until it’s time to go! Lucky for that or my beautiful son wouldn’t be around. No, it wasn’t actually as bad as school camp – childbirth that is.
I will post a favourite photo when I get back, I promise and I haven’t forgotten the mask yet. I’m saving it for one day when I feel particularly lost for words.
