The Idler

Hi-De-Hi

When I was 17, I got a job working for a summer camp in rural Pennsylvania. It turned out to essentially be a camp for the rich, privileged and spoiled from Long Island, if you’ve heard of the Hamptons, you’ll know what I mean.

My bunk was full of 15 year old girls who would not listen to me, given that I looked younger than they did, and that they were much too busy changing outfits eight times a day and putting on eyeliner while listening to “Copacabana” repeatedly. And this was supposed to be a place where people were roughing it.

The camp was run by an exceptionally tanned middle-aged man called Maury, who actually recruited counselors for their athletic skills and then bet on them during games with other camps. He also wore a chin-length silvery wig, and lots of gold chains.

We got four days off the entire summer of 8 weeks, and I think I made $200.00 for my hard work and resulting mental problems.

Alana DiGiacomo
alana_digiacomo@hotmail.com