June 6, 1999.

Bah. I'm even more tired than I was yesterday. I'm not naturally inclined to committees, and I've just become involved with 6. I cherish a somewhat cynical hope that what I was told about last year's activities will hold true for this year: in effect, there will be a lot of slacking and hurried last minute planning. Slack is my forte, you know. Ditto last minute efforts.

It's kind of strange to look at a room of people and think, "I will dislike some of you in 6 weeks." It's impossible to know who I'll hate doing stuff with, just as it's impossible to know who I'll adore & trade email addresses with & swear to be blood sisters for life (this is camp after all).

We talked a bit about personal development, supposedly everyone's goal for the summer. I'm hoping to increase my teaching skills & develop better techniques for working with children. Will this mean that I'll be a camp counselor "type"? Happy & motivated? Less inert? Or as guarded and cynical as I am now?

I'm not sure if I believe in this new agey personal growth stuff. I'm not entirely convinced that supervising 9-10 year olds for a month will make my soul flower. But you never know.

What I do know is that I'm tired and cranky & defensive right now, so I'm not the best judge of camp life. And I've discovered that I don't much like this entry. But I can't come up with anything better right now, so you'll have to accept it as a poor substitute.