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School was finally out for the summer and I should have been looking forward to a long vacation. Instead, I had allowed a good friend to talk me into going away with her to spend the majority of my summer vacation as a camp counselor at a camp for inner city kids.
It isn't that I don't think it's a worthwhile cause. I do. I totally support the concept of getting those kids out of the city and out of a dangerous environment. And since I work as a substitute teacher I am accustomed to working with kids, though I'll admit to being a little nervous about dealing with inner city kids. My life experience, such as it is at my young age, has been gained in middleclass suburbs. I have no experience with the edgier kids that I knew I would have to interact with at the camp.
My husband wasn't all that excited about me going away for six weeks either. We haven't been married very long, just over a year. In many ways the honeymoon was still in progress.
But Joni had done it last year and was going back this year. She had been after me since she returned from the camp last year to go with her this year. Sometimes she seemed almost too desperate to get me up there. It took her many months because I didn't really want to do this. But she finally wore me down and I reluctantly applied for the vacant position, with my husband's equally reluctant support.
I was all packed and ready to go on Saturday morning. Joni was driving us to the camp up in the mountains in her car. It was a three hour drive so I thought it would give me a chance to pick her brain some more. I was still nervous about the kids that were going to be in the camp and how best to relate to them. I was used to teaching classes of reasonably well behaved young white children in grades one through six. I really didn't know how to relate to the kids I had agreed to work with at the camp.
The camp was separated into sections that were scattered throughout a large wooded area around a private lake. There was a section for boys aged seventeen and eighteen. There was a section for younger boys, between the ages of ten and thirteen. I would be working exclusively with black kids between the ages of fourteen and sixteen.
When I sent in my application I had my fingers crossed that they would tell me they couldn't use me. I didn't think that I was qualified for the job for several reasons. I had no experience with inner city kids. But more to the point, I had only been to a summer camp once in my life. I had been shipped off to camp by my parents when I was twelve so that they could take a second honeymoon cruise. Fortunately it was only for two weeks. I was not, as they say, a happy camper.
I learned to paddle a canoe, make a wallet and a trivet. You may find this hard to believe, but none of those skills have turned out to be especially useful in my adult life.
I soon learned that there are a lot of bugs and small animals in the woods that are very annoying and sometimes downright dangerous. I also learned that I did not have what it takes to be a pioneer. I would not have done well crossing the prairie in a covered wagon. I probably wouldn't have done much better in a station wagon.
Joni picked me up early Saturday morning. I wasn't taking much with me. I had some hiking boots and shower shoes. I was taking a half dozen pairs of khaki shorts and a few pairs of khaki slacks in case it got cool. I had half a dozen t-shirts emblazoned with the camp's name, Camp Clear Lake, on the front and counselor on the back. That was the uniform. I packed enough underwear for a week and my toiletries. It all fit easily into one medium sized suitcase.
Gregg, my loving but not very happy husband, was up and waiting with me. We had spent a long time last night saying our real goodbyes. But we had a small breakfast together in the morning and he tried to act like he didn't mind that I was leaving him alone for six weeks.
Joni pulled into the driveway at the appointed time and Gregg carried my suitcase out for me. He put it in the trunk and tried to be friendly to Joni when he said good morning. He blamed her for talking me into going with her. But, of course, he was justified. It had taken her a long time to wear down my resistance and convince me that this was something that I should do as a good citizen and a teacher with a social conscience.
At times she had seemed almost desperate to talk me into doing this with her. I wasn't sure why. We were friends, good friends. But we were not best friends.
We were about the same age. She was two years younger than me.
We met because we were both employed as substitute teachers. She had been trying for two years to get employed full time. But a little over a year ago she had started dating and then gotten engaged to one of the most eligible and richest young bachelors in town. Now she was happily married and a new member of the idle rich. She was so recently married that I couldn't believe she was going back to the camp again this year.
I was happy working as a substitute teacher, at least for now. We weren't rich like Joni and her new husband. But Gregg was a well paid computer professional. We didn't need the money so much as I needed to get out of the house now and then. I made enough money working as a substitute to pay for a nice vacation now and then or to surprise my husband with some electronics gadget that he had his eye on.
The ride up to the camp was strange. I kept trying to draw Joni out on what the experience would be like. But it seemed like she became quieter and more uncomfortable the closer we got to the camp.
Her strange reaction wasn't doing anything to reassure me.
We arrived just before eleven o'clock. I was surprised when it looked as nice as the pictures in the brochure that they had sent me. The buildings were built to look like log cabins. The paths between the buildings were neat and well maintained. Looking between the buildings I could see the nearby lake just down a gentle slope from the camp buildings. The camp had an insulated and intimate atmosphere about it that I kind of liked.
The water was clear and the lake looked much larger than I expected. The other two sections of the camp were farther down the lake. No other buildings were visible. It was nice and private in our little camp.
The kids weren't scheduled to arrive until mid-afternoon. We were to receive an orientation and our cabin assignments and have a little time to look around before the kids arrived.
We checked in at the office. I was relieved that Joni and I would be sharing a cabin. We were given time to put our things away and asked by Rodney, the attractive young black man behind the counter in the admin office to return in thirty minutes for a short orientation.
The camp, or at least our section of it, was not very large. It consisted of two one-story barracks like buildings, each meant to hold a dozen kids. The entrance was at the end of the building. Inside there were six bunks on each side, each with its own locker, and at the end of the long, narrow room was the bathroom containing four sinks, the communal shower, a half dozen urinals and four toilet stalls.
At the far end of each of the two dormitory buildings were partitioned off counselor cabins with private entrances on the opposite end of the building. There was a small administration building in the center of the small cluster of buildings with a cabin on the back where Rodney was staying. Next to that was the largest building, a mess hall which doubled as an activity center and movie theater. There was one other small building behind the admin building where the man in charge of this section of the camp stayed. All of the buildings were rustic and looked like they belonged here in the woods on the shore of the lake.
We carried our suitcases to our cabin and unpacked quickly. We were already dressed in our uniforms so we were unpacked and ready in only about ten minutes.
I was surprised to see that instead of cots, our modest cabin contained two comfortable looking full size beds, one on either side of the room. Each of us had a locker against the rear wall near our bed. We shared a small bathroom with a single shower stall. It wasn't nearly as primitive as I had feared. We even had a small, apartment sized refrigerator. I suppose I could stand it for six weeks.
The thing that troubled me most was that Joni seemed more on edge with each passing minute. I asked her several times what was wrong. She just shook her head and said, "It will be okay," in a voice that made it plain she didn't believe what she was saying.
Something about what she said, and the way she said it, not only didn't reassure me, but had the opposite effect of increasing my own sense of uneasiness.
We went to the mess hall to meet the other counselors and Mr. Moore, who was in charge of our section. I had mixed emotions when we walked into the room. I stopped and looked around just inside the door of the mess hall. There were several people working on the other side of what would be the serving line when meals were being served. They were all male and they were all black.
There were four other people in the room. I spotted Mr. Moore. I had talked to him on the phone after I sent in my application. He looked exactly the way I had pictured him. He was about forty-five years old, large and muscular and quite good looking.
Mr. Moore smiled when we entered and invited us to join them. He introduced us to the others in the room. Everyone greeted Joni warmly. They remembered her from last year. They seemed very nice, very warm and friendly. So I was surprised at how distant Joni was acting towards them.
We met Rodney again, the young man from the office who had assigned us our cabin. He was probably only twenty-two or twenty three years old, five years younger than me. I had recently turned twenty-eight. He was tall and good looking, but the way his eyes seemed to constantly scan my body made me uncomfortable.
I was introduced to the other two counselors, Todd and Paul. Both were in their mid thirties and apparently quite fit. All four men exuded confidence and seemed up to the challenge that we were about to face. I was relieved that there were such capable looking men on the staff. They were experienced, too. I learned that Mr. Moore was one of the camp's founders and both of the counselors had been spending their summers here for more than ten years. I must confess, though, that it made me feel just a bit ill at ease that Joni and I were the only females on the staff, and the only white people. Rodney and I were the only new people in the group.
Joni's reaction to the warm reception she received seemed strained. I really didn't understand. She had seemed so anxious to come back here and so insistent that I come with her. She had spent most of the last year trying to convince me that I would have a wonderful time and raving about what a wonderful experience it would be.
Because I was the only new counselor this year there wasn't much of an orientation and it was all pretty informal. They gave me an idea of what to expect and what an average day here would be like and what would be expected of me. I don't know what was wrong with Joni. I thought everyone seemed very nice.
After a little less than an hour the kitchen staff served us a light lunch of egg salad sandwiches and iced tea. I got to meet the cook and his two helpers. We ate and talked about ourselves, the camp, and the kids. I was almost sorry when lunch ended and I had to follow Mr. Moore back to the office to sign some papers.
He escorted me back to his office with his arm around my shoulders. I'm not a touchy-feely kind of person and that would normally have made me uncomfortable. But he was so natural and friendly that I didn't think much about it. We went into his small office and he asked me to sign half a dozen forms. I didn't pay that much attention. He explained that I was signing an employment contract, some forms regarding my token paycheck and some releases.
I wasn't that curious. They don't pay well here and I hadn't come for the money. I just signed wherever he pointed. Then he suggested that I track down Joni and ask her to show me the facilities before the kids showed up.
I thanked him and went back to the mess hall. No one was there so I went to our cabin. Joni wasn't there either. I was just about to go looking around on my own when she came in.
She looked at me and her face turned dark red. She looked down and whispered, "Excuse me. I need to use the bathroom."
She looked pretty disheveled. Her hair was mussed and her face was red. Her t-shirt was rucked up in the back. She looked like she had been wrestling!
She hurried past me and into the bathroom. For just a moment after she rushed past I could have sworn that I smelled the bleachy tang of fresh male semen. But the smell dissipated before I could decide that I wasn't imagining it.
I sat on my bed and listened to Joni going to the toilet and washing up. She looked more normal when she finally came back out. She still seemed to be embarrassed. I wanted to ask her what the hell was going on. But she had been very secretive since she picked me up this morning. I decided that if she was having a problem and wanted to talk about it then it was up to her to make the next move. I have been trying all morning to get her to talk about this place.
And then I went right ahead and tried to find out what was wrong anyway! I asked, "Are you alright? Where were you? I was looking for you. Mr. Moore said that you would show me around before the kids arrived."
Joni turned an even darker shade of red. She couldn't seem to look me in the eyes. She mumbled something I didn't quite catch and then she took a deep breath and said, "Sure, Lara. Come on. I'll show you around."
Joni was starting to worry me. I was starting to feel like one of those dumb broads in all of those slasher movies. Crap was happening all around me and I didn't have a clue. Oh well. At least I wasn't wearing high heels.
We walked down to the lake. It was only about seventy-five yards away. A T-shaped dock jutted out into the water. As the name of the camp implied, the water was crystal clear and looked very inviting.
Right beside the dock was a surprisingly large boathouse. It was full of canoes. There were also a few kayaks. I had always thought that kayaks looked like a lot of fun and I was looking forward to trying one of those out myself.
On the other side of the dock was a small, sandy swimming beach. A raft was anchored about seventy-five feet out in the lake. The swimming area was roped off to protect the kids from boating traffic and keep them close to shore.
The only other sights to see were the well manicured baseball diamond, a basketball court, and the site where they held their bonfires at night. A large fire pit was surrounded by well worn logs where the kids could sit and enjoy the fire and, I suppose, listen to stories.
By the time the bus full of excited boys pulled up in the parking lot at two-thirty I had seen it all and we had returned to our cabin to await the screaming hordes. The bus pulled in, blowing its horn as it came to a stop to let us know that they had arrived. It started to disgorge its passengers and the entire staff hurried out to greet them.
I found myself getting nervous all over again as I watched those boys climbing off the bus. They all looked so big and so ... I don't know ... I don't want to say scary. Picture in your mind an iconic inner city juvenile delinquent about fifteen years old. That was them! And there were twenty-four of them.
As I looked at all of those boys swarming off the bus, almost all of them towering over Joni and me, I felt overwhelmed. It was no longer an abstract concept. There they were. And once they spotted us they had eyes for nothing else. I felt like that poor goat that had been staked out to attract the tyrannosaur in Jurassic Park.
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