The Only Good Part Of The Confederacy Has Nice Hair And Sparkles In The Sun.

THE SECRET GARDEN (1993) Dir. Agnieszka Holland

Interacting with my mom’s high school students…

Reminds me of why I’m skeptical of teenagers…

Student 1: “Ms! That’s your daughter?!”

Several students: “You have a daughter?” “That’s your kid?!”

Student 2: “You guys! She’s been here like 5 times!”

When you take your campers on a nature scavenge hunt:

Transition from Camp to… the Real World?

I am honestly having a rough time transitioning from camp life to daily life. I lived and worked at camp from June through October and I find myself comparing life to camp. I went to wash the dishes: no Hobart, no closed toed shoes, no apron, and no shenanigans to the sound of Green Day or P!ATD. The TV in Shutanka usually had some sort of weird movie, a nature something, or a cartoon of some sort: the news is seriously depressing. Being myself with my coworkers and friends versus being "myself" with my family is strange. I miss campfires, late DnD sessions, and walking down the trail of happy feet just to get to my bed. I miss the crunch of gravel under my feet, the sound of the waves crashing on the bulkhead, and the still, cold mornings followed by breezey afternoons. But, here I am. I stayed with my sister about 30 minutes from camp for a few days, then I flew to California to stay with my Abuela, and in a little over a week I will fly back to Texas for Thanksgiving and Christmas.

Don't get me wrong, I love being with my extended family in Cali and I am definitely excited to be seeing my mom and brothers in the near future and I am stoked to hold my dog again. But I also cannot wait to go back to my island home at camp. I am having camp withdrawals and it's pretty rough.

When everybody leaves the summer camp before you

Me, roaming around the dorm rooms and cafeteria alone:

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me

That I live and you are gone.

There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and ooon-

All my camp friends on facetime: you fucking drama queen we're just in the fucking airport we're not even dead-

Me: Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me what your sacrifice was for

Empty chairs at empty tables

Where my friends will sing no moreeee.

the most relatable camp staff post ever...

Cue the part where I start singing in reaction to this meme: ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ THE STORY OF MY LIFE!! ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

When your cabin has to perform a skit

Why would you do that?!

The Pink Rose Masterlist

Hunger Games AU fanfic / Haymitch Abernathy x reader fanfic. (*) means it's got some spice.

Part 1 (*)

Part 2

Part 3 (*)

Part 4

Part 5 (*)

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8 (*)

UPDATE: Hello hello my lovelies- So I know The Pink Rose has gained a small following recently (which I absolutely appreciate). I am currently taking a small hiatus to read Sunrise on the Reaping. I hope to be back and ready to share Part 9 with you by June 1, 2025.

Thank you all.

9 year olds… *facepalm*

Camper 1: That’s racist!

Camper 2: Donald Trump is racist!

Camper 3: Hey, he’s orange- what are you gonna do?

Camper 1: Orange lives matter!

Camper 4: We’re not supposed to talk about politics at camp!

Campers 1 & 3: Orange lives matter!

Counselor: Guys! Just drop it!

@thingsoverheardatcamp