I used to volunteer a week each summer at a local camp that I attended as a child. During one of my weeks I had some duties to attend back at my real job, so I sought a small office in the mess hall. I walked in carrying my laptop and flipped on the lights and there was a camper in there. He looked at me and said into the phone, "Gotta go mom," then hung up and walked out. I jumped at seeing him and apologized and backed out of the room. I'd walked about ten feet before thinking, "Wait a minute..." Kids are forbidden from calling home without approval, but this one bold kid had found the only unattended land line in the camp and had been using it to dial home. I went back and he was already gone. Thank god, I hate dealing with disciplinary things at camp.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Camp Phone Calls
I used to volunteer a week each summer at a local camp that I attended as a child. During one of my weeks I had some duties to attend back at my real job, so I sought a small office in the mess hall. I walked in carrying my laptop and flipped on the lights and there was a camper in there. He looked at me and said into the phone, "Gotta go mom," then hung up and walked out. I jumped at seeing him and apologized and backed out of the room. I'd walked about ten feet before thinking, "Wait a minute..." Kids are forbidden from calling home without approval, but this one bold kid had found the only unattended land line in the camp and had been using it to dial home. I went back and he was already gone. Thank god, I hate dealing with disciplinary things at camp.
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