My Summer as A Counselor In Training at Camp Morasha

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My Summer as A Counselor In Traing at Camp Morasha

Over the past few years, I have overcome many challenges. But the one that stands out in my mind the most occurred this past summer while I was working as a Counselor-in-Training at Camp Morasha. I, along with 40 other people my age, was assigned to bunks of kids ranging from ages eight to fifteen.
I can still remember looking up at the list and seeing that I had been assigned to a bunk of nine and ten year olds. I felt violated because I felt that I deserved a bunk of older kids, not a bunk full of little children who had never heard of personal hygiene. After all, I had been a camper in this camp for seven years, much longer than most of the other C.I.Ts. I almost quit on the first day, when I saw that the counselor that I had been assigned to work with did not intend on doing anything besides sleeping.
Although I usually enjoy working with young children, this was not my idea of how to enjoy a summer vacation. But I decided to perservere, hoping to be switched to another bunk. Alas, no such switch came, and I was driven to the brink of insanity by these innocent looking young devils. These kids saw nothing wrong with playing sports inside the bunk (and breaking three windows while doing so), going weeks without showering, or with not going to sleep.
I soon realized that however insane these kids seemed to be, they were not as unreasonable as I had originally thought. They just had to be given suitable reasons or alternatives. And it was up to me to come up with these reasons and alternatives. I knew that I could not adhere to conventional wisdom while dealing with these kids, so I tried to be a little creative. I taught them card games, which they ended up enjoying more than indoor baseball and hockey. The showering problem was solved when I promised anyone who showered an extended bedtime. Never before had I seen ten year olds stand in line for over an hour in order to take a shower. A few of them even came to the realization that it is nice to be clean and smell nice too, and they began to wear deodorant.
But they still saw nothing wrong with going to sleep well past midnight. I was beginning to lose hope when I oveheard one camper saying that he wanted to be taller. Since all of the kids loved basketball, I assumed that all of them

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