In college I was a girl scout counselor at a summer camp for 3 summers. It was a TOTAL blast! AND I had the metabolism to combat the CASES of cookies I ate. (But I wasn’t supplementing my diet with beer then.)
We had camp names (which were completely UNNECESSARY but fun, nonetheless.). Mine was MeToo. I remember meeting all of my co-counselors with their Tiggers, Tigers, Kittens and the like and thought, “those are some DUMB names!” and “WTF is up with teen age girls’ fixations with cats?” One gal stood out from the rest. Her camp name was Meow. And thank you, she did not do a sexy Cat Woman paw in the air scratch “meow” when she introduced herself.
Meow’s biggest dream as a counselor was to have a camper come to her for help because the camper had just gotten her period.
Meow was funny like that. (She also had us calling each other by our camp names BACKWORDS which made me Ootem and her Woem. Dorky 19 year old humor, I know!)
I worked with Meow for 3 years and the closest she got to her dream didn’t even happen to her! But she was in the tent. A camper came to me one evening (and thankfully, young lady, I DO NOT remember your face or name) because she had found a bug on her and needed my help to remove it.
The poor thing had a tick on HER COOTCHIE!
I still can’t recall that moment without falling over laughing.
We (the 3 counselors in the tent at the time) did our best not to laugh and gave the girl our vajayjay mirror (What, you don’t have one of those? Did you not watch Sex in the City? Come on girls, your vajayjay is your friend) and told her to pull it off with her finger nails. A follow up swipe w/ a peroxide-soaked cotton ball and the little camper was sent off to bed.
This was one of my proudest moments of my career.
I’m hoping it made up for scaring the parents of the brownies when I threatened to hang their babies up by their big toes if they broke the rules.
Those were the days.
I went to girl scout camp! And I always wanted to be one of the cool counselors. But alas…I will have to live through your stories. Bwahaha. OMG, I would have DIED!
Hanging by the toes! Yes. That was the classic "threat." Awww…
Hi, thanks for finding me and following, so that I could do the same. Aah, the brownies. I was once a brownie in a beanie, 'neath my beanie was my face..That was part of one of many very sappy, stupid songs. But it was fun, and I never got a tick.
Happy weekend.
Robyn
What a fun story! This totally reminds me of my own teenage humor. Those were the days, huh?
I volunteered as a counselor at a week-long music camp. Being co-ed, my job was basically "teach music stuff" during the day & "keep the boys & girls from getting pregnant" during the nights. Honestly, after a few years, if I happened upon a couple making out in a secluded corner of one of the dorm rooms (took place at a college), they knew they just had to show me a condom & I'd let them be.
Anyway, my worst moment came during the "talent show" at one of the last evenings of the camp. I served as the MC, being the "outgoing, friendly fat man". During some boring act, there was a tug at my sleeve, it was a middle-school girl. "John, I have a problem. It's weird when I poop."
I found one of the older "figured out John's condom rule" campers to finish up the night & walked into a semi-private area to figure out what the heck this girl was talking about.
I ended up driving her over to a health clinic – she was infested with roundworm. Oddest night of my life….
i went to girl scout camp for three summers in a row on long island. the counselors and CITs were so nice!
i wish i could have a brownie right now
Haha.
And thanks for the glowing mention!