how do girls learn to shriek like that?

the first thing i see when i walk into the dorm is their little legs dangling above me like fringe, sticking out of the gaps in the banister. they're looking down on the staircase singing, I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODY'S NERVES! EVERYBODY'S NERVES! EVERYBODY'S NERVES! they were exactly in that position when i escaped, to walk into civilization for a few moments and exchange a defunct dvd of spaceballs for breathless.

the variety show this afternoon will probably be as calming and enjoyable as the entryway to my dorm. i'm bracing myself.

having made it this far into the weekend, i can't imagine i'll collapse now. for a couple moments there yesterday things looked tenuous: kids were whiny, weather hot, and other RAs making everything inutterably worse by acting as too-cool-for-skool as the kids. NEWSFLASH, i wanted to scream while grabbing one of them by the throat. WE'RE NOT HERE TO BE COOL. WE'RE CAMP COUNSELORS, FOR GOD'S SAKE.

i have to control these impulses. every time i see a thirteen year old strutting around -- or rather attempting to balance -- in limo shoes and a paris hilton skirt, i want to knock her over. it's partly a function of self-deprivation, i guess, partly of jealousy, and partly of pure frustration. can't these girls let go of their desire to be Teen People for three short weeks?