Theresa Muccioli, '90
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| Hillcroft: 2000 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| That's right... another beautiful summer spent yelling "DON'T RUN!!!" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| If I may, an explanation of sorts as to why I subject myself to this for eight week making a whopping $1.20 an hour. I mean, aren't you curious as to what types of stuff they're slipping in my food over there? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| People. Not just any people, Hillcroft people. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| My kids, who, after the initial shock of some overly excited red head with a knack for knowing the do's and don't of a kick ass summer, came to know me as "the cool counselor." I was the one that played scram ball with them, painted their faces blue, threw ketchup at them, and conducted the classic (but ever so dork) van sing-alongs. I was also the one they didn't want to mess with if they goofed off, hehe. Working with the second and third grade in '99, I knew all the kids in third, forth, and fifth (this year's age group) grade, not to mention all the other children that just happened to cross my path. It's probably the best feeling in the world to hear the last day a mix of "I love you," "you were the best," "I wish you were my counselor," and "Please please pleeeaase come back next year with our grade!" Oh, the warm fuzzy feeling! Has anyone ever seen a 5 year old sing the Backstreet Boy's "I Want it That Way" to an audience of cheering fans?! I get teat eyesd thinking of it.I miss it all. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Then the counselors. The locals, the out of staters, the foreignors. The europeans are the most fun, no matter how you look it it. My co-counselor, Mikeal, resides in Sweden, so it was up to me to teach him "what is this word you call 'Slung?'" (He never got the concept of calling shot gun.) I met so many great people, and had so much fun stopping rumors about Pam (Good job, Berg. Forget the condom.) it was insane! Then there was the guys, oooh man, and the guy troubles, and the guy trouble troubles. And Gabby's, which *I* never went to! Where would I be without... Theresa's 80's nostalgia, Donna's Kiwi, Cain's "kiwi" (OH BABY!), Amanda's hangovers, Ben's accent, Mary's new Liza- Nicole, My paint war with Josh, Jim's one liners, Tom's beer along with Pam and her great hurling capacity, Daniel's sunblock (oh god that stuff is orgasmic), Rama's holistic guidance, Travis' car and the naughtiness that went on inside it of, Chris and his endearing Buick, Greg's Satanic "hm", Keri's dear lack of patience, Beth's lack of common sense, Sarah's lack of height, Tony's "How you doin'?", Janis and Tyler (what the fuck was with that, guys?!), Adam's sunglasses, Mark and Rich's little midnight rendez-vous with Mary Jane, and, of course, Laura's rantings. I miss it all. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Theresa puts it best with her little illustration of a hard explanation... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wow, I can't hardly believe the summer is already over; it seems like yesterday that the children walked into camp with their color coated nametags on. But, somehow, those eight exciting weeks are now over, and its time to go back to school, and when I get there, classmates and friends will all ask each other what they did during the summer. And of course I'll reply, "I was a camp counselor". Some of them will look at me like I'm crazy, spending long hours in the hot sun yelling at children while none of them listen. But can I really expect any other reaction from them? They don't understand the magic that makes Hillcroft special. They haven't given money to charity to dunk their counselors, or driven into camp to see it transformed into "The Flintstones", and they haven't experienced the magic that is the Friendship Games. I'll reply to their awestruck looks with a simple, "Oh, you wouldn't understand" and I'll just smile and remember all the years of wonderful memories as they flash through my head as I know they will never fully understand or appreciate the magic that is Camp Hillcroft. Theresa Muccioli, '90 |
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