I would've posted earlier, but it's been an exciting last few days (in a bad way). I had to ask; apparently the medical issues going on at camp right now are a good deal worse than in recent years. One of the other counselors told me it was because they're allowing younger kids into camp. Today, though, I had to take one of my campers to get treated at the medical facilities in town. There's been sort of a spate of asthma attacks and heat issues. I teach a sports elective, and I have to find things for them to do indoors; today was cards, for the person who sat in for me while I was in Tahlequah. Sigh.

The heat itself is seeming more normal to me all the time. Not that it doesn't feel hot; it does. I just expect it more now. I may have mentioned this previously, but 70 degrees Fahrenheit has never felt so cold before.

Apparently my cabin is traditionally one of the worst--the kids come back to the same cabin, usually. I've been giving my campers speeches to motivate them to earn some points, which they can gain mostly by practicing. I told them that the hole they've dug means they all have to practice during all 1.5 hours of free time for four days per week. To this, they agreed. The practice sign in/sign out sheets tell a different story. Sigh. I've always been a competitive person, and sometimes overly so. I don't really understand why people can't motivate themselves to, you know, prove everyone wrong, see the shocked look on the camp director's face, beat the kids who are mocking you for being one of the last-place cabins. Guess some people will just always be content with losing--and possibly having to clean the conservatory each week--as long as they can avoid doing anything that looks suspiciously like work.

I learned a new word in Korean from Songheui: "pigonae," is how I'm choosing to transliterate that one. I don't think I (or, apparently, she, or probably any of us) have gotten a good night's sleep in two weeks. However, I have found time recently to read about 350 lines of Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book 1. It's much more enjoyable to read Latin at the level that a 3rd year Latin Master's student does than the level of a college senior.

God's really teaching me a lot this summer about having faith. I'm running out of time here, so I'll give that some detail later, but I'm trying to do devotions with my cabin and I have a number of kids who are...well, uninterested in spiritual things. They go to church and call themselves Christians, but that's often not what their words and actions tell me. Plus, I'm going without so many of the things I normally have around me all the time, and I'm not getting the amount of sleep I'm used to--I'm just trying to rely on God for all things. Oh, and not worry about the things I have to do when I get back.

My intention is to update this again on Saturday, but that intention might be thwarted. (Hopefully not.) The fact that I'm one of only three conservatory lifeguards means that I'm on duty in some way or other, pretty much, from noon Saturday through Monday at around 10 AM. If you don't hear from me before then, that's why!