I love Girl Scout Camp because young girls are quite random; at Camp they really let loose and it leads to moments like this from a 7 ish year old:
*world’s most concerning gasp* “I’ve done the unthinkable!!”
Reader, she had simply threaded a pony bead onto a piece of elastic cord- the gasp caused my heart to skip a beat…
When your highland goat eats all your shorts right off the line
Don’t mind me. Just cleaning your dash
I went to bed and I woke up feeling well rested. this has never happened before what do I do
“The whole point of Camp is to dethrone the serious. Camp is playful, anti-serious. More precisely, Camp involves a new, more complex relation to “the serious.” One can be serious about the frivolous, frivolous about the serious”
— Susan Sontag, Notes on Camp
me, to the kids i worked with last week: welcome to medieval camp everyone! can anyone think of any fun medieval activities we might do here at camp this week?
kid: well, they used to do this thing where they would take your body and make it into four pieces and i think it was called quartering.
me: that’s called torture! we will not in fact be participating in torture this week! …anyone else?
(Good) Camp Directors are active supporters of staff’s pure chaos and it really does set the bar quite high for future management… like what do you mean a 9 to 5 won’t support me standing on the table singing a song suspiciously close to Rattlin’ Bog at 8 am on a Monday?
I need someone to match my freak the way my Camp Directors do holy shit
Kindred spirits (lovers of all things Girl Scouts, particularly those which are vintage), I present to you my latest project:
Adding vintage badges to my ‘24 staff hoodie!
Each badge represents one week of my summer season, whether it be a lesson I learned or a reference to something that happened. I think I like the arrangement (all on the left sleeve) but I may change it… who knows! These are all from the 60’s!
Example- my third week is represented by the Campfire Cooking badge, because we had a (quite large) grease fire during cookout… not our finest moments but we survived!
dandelions are magic. literally tiny suns in the grass that turn into the moon and then the stars when you blow on them. fucking insane.
I miss summer camp… I can’t wait for summer… I miss my buddies from summer camp… summer will come… I will rise again… to go to summer camp…
I can’t wait for camp foodjsgdusbd
Summer Camp, 1996
Girl Scout camp counselorsomewhere in the woods, probably in a canoe
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