My Handful of Life.

never think your self-esteem can’t get any lower.

…..because it always can.

camp.

I will miss

little arms hugging me.

goofiness.

feeling wanted and needed.

having 15 little girls think i am the coolest thing in the world.

dumb camp cheers.

tucking them in every night.

all the wonderfulness that happens when you are around kids that are still way too young to care about what people think.

teaching them how to talk like sassy black girls.

that secret thrill i get when i am the boss.

being called Dr. Seuzzy

memories of this time last year when life was PERFECT.

I will NOT miss

whining. constant whining.

clinginess.

somebody sweaty ALWAYS wanting to hold my hand.

Always taking somebody to the bathroom.

having to ask somebody 47 times to pick up their freaking shoes off the ground.

girls constantly thinking i am their mom/maid and there to do stuff for them.

somebody always trying to get away with something.

getting asked 3953905645455995389 questions a day.

Today was a good day. Got these sunglasses which cover my whole face and make me look stupid.

Two thumbs up for looking slightly rediculous. meh. i’m gonna wear them.

I’M LEAVING FOR CAMP COUNSELING TOMORROW HOOORAYYYYYY.

PRAISE ALLELUIA! I’M ALL EMAIL SUBMITTED TO POTTERMORE.