August 27, 2009
Tip Our Hats: Grown Men Who Are Camp Counselors
Fastening papers to clipboards, blowing plastic whistles, and dodging student loan officers: We love you, grown men who are camp counselors. Your hair smells faintly of campfires from summers past and you can slap a s'more together with your eyes closed. You practically have a master's degree in macaroni art and a black belt in mosquito swatting. We just have one question: your canoe or ours? (That sounds really gross when I think about it. Sorry!)
5 comments:
Salute Your Shorts is still one of my favoritest things about my childhood. I think I can still sing all the words to the Camp Anawanna song.
Ugh Lee. Best name ever.
Haha! I know! So glad you picked up on that.
As a former camp counselor myself, I can admit that there was always something special about watching my male colleagues attack small children with dodgeballs.
Yeah... that's odd... never thought of it, but it is WEIRD.
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