Chapter 674 Crazy Hookup With Camp Counsellor:>>Ep2

• The campers arrived for the first session of the summer in due course and things slid smoothly into the routine I loved so much. I know we call them worms, but we pretty much like most of them. It is surprising how much, actually, given that virtually all of their families run the gamut from pretty damned rich to stonkingly loaded. It is hard not to be a spoiled brat when you are born that wealthy. But get these teenagers off into a primitive environment, away from phones, symbols of status, expensive clothes (mostly), and especially their doting parents and loyal retainers, and they learn to be human beings pretty quickly. Each session was four weeks long, which was plenty of time to deprogram most of them.
• The rhythm of life at Dickinger was timeless. Every week, starting with the night of arrival, the whole camp gathered around a huge, low bonfire far off in the woods. Kids sat by cabin with their counselors on huge benches, each made from half a tree trunk, worn smooth by careful crafting and years of wear and weather. The first Campfire served as an orientation, and all other Campfire nights featured announcements and awards for the week. Some 'awards' were funny or sarcastic. Not getting several of the awards was a powerful incentive for good behavior. Other awards were serious, and came with some cool trophies, expensive prizes, or simple respect.
• Not everyone got a prize or award, even over an entire session, so getting one meant something. Good or bad.