I came into this summer hoping to get some teaching experience and came out with a bit more than that.. This was not what I expected. I had entertained delusions of perfect students, flawlessly executed lesson plans, smooth sailing to 2400s—camp had none of the above. Instead, it taught me the importance of patience, individualized attention, and most of all, flexibility. I’ll be the first to admit that I struggle with micromanaging and relinquishing control. Camp has above all taught me to be (at least a little more) okay with unpredictability and chaos.
I’ve learned a lot—else statements don’t exist in Excel, terracotta figurines are a bit more fragile than you’d expect (especially in the neck area), and it is hard to deal with incompetence. I’ve met some semi-cool people, made some semi-cool friends, and done some semi-cool things (when else would I ever get to use a bow-and-arrow, or watch my boss literally cry from laughter, or play badminton in heels?)