No sleep last night, was so worried about waking up and the kids’ arrival. I was just going through everything in my head, what we had to do and say. I’m a bit worried about learning 115 Spanish names, I’m going to just shout Jose and see who turns round I think. After the best breakfast I’ve ever had we went to get the kids, all wearing sexy red tshirts. I was in charge of Bus C, we had to get all the luggage on make sure the right kids were on and get going asap. Mission accomplished, few cheesy smiles at the parents and some friendly ‘don’t worry, I’ll look after them’ reassurances and we were off. Because there were three buses that had to stay together, we stopped about every half hour for some kid to throw up. Took us 7 hours to get back to camp. Got to know some of the kids and teachers though, and had a jump-in-the-deep-end taster of the week to come.
After all the normal rules and regulations blah blah, we had to choose kids for our tribes, I was the chief of the Mohican tribe and chose some girls and some boys for my tribe. Apparently I’d managed to choose the boys and girls who hated each other most at camp, so the next few hours were not fun. They were arguing, the boys wouldn’t even stand near the girls, they wouldn’t work together and I couldn’t teach them all the stuff I was meant to about Mohicans, chants and language words. Was hating camp at this point.