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June 6 Woke up today with the sound of nature all around. I’m excited? I haven’t been excited in so long. But I am excited. One week until Camp starts! I didn’t think I’d like being a counselor, but so far, getting to know the other first-time counselors has been one of the most rewarding experiences I’ve ever had. The other girls are so kind, and everyone seems like they are equally homesick. Actually, I think there are a couple of girls who seem like they have it even worse than I do! Oh no, I don’t like the way that looks written down. I don’t want to be happy at anyone else’s distress. I’m not excited about them being more homesick than I am. But I am excited that I can help them! We can help each other! Anyway, I should actually get up and start the day instead of writing about how much I’m looking forward to it. There’s food to eat, canoes to get out of storage, and a list of things a mile long to do before we open one week from today! Happiest Monday!
June 7 I think I spoke too soon yesterday. Not all of the other counselors are kind. Two of them seem downright mean. The others are nice enough, though! I’m not sure where I fit in, but I hope I’m one of the nice ones. Phoebe is probably the best of us, but I think she’s also the saddest. I want to help her so much, but I feel like the best I can do is sit next to her while we both feel homesick. I think the worst part of it is that neither of us has anyone to write to anymore. It’s hard to be away from home when there’s no one waiting for you. Okay, enough of that! Today was a positive day! We started clearing the bunk houses of last year’s mess, as well as leaves that blew in last autumn. We also did a little repair work on the shingles! I got on the roof. I didn’t do any hammering myself, but I helped Phoebe, and that was almost as good as doing it myself. She’s so smart! She knew exactly what to do and how to put the shingles in the right place so water won’t get through.
Tomorrow, we hike out to the archery field to clean and set up. I’m looking forward to getting a few bows out of the shed and trying out my marksmanship. I’ve never tried a bow before! June 8 Phoebe is a true friend! Today, she helped me out of a tough spot when two of the other girls (I always get them confused!) started being mean to me. I was in the archery supply hut all by myself, imagining what it would be like to be Diana, or this lady I remember who rode on horseback and shot arrows at a target. We have horses here, so I thought that I could learn how to do that, and it was just such a lovely daydream. But then the two girls came in, and they started to tease me about being a centaur. It was scary because it was like they could tell what was going on in my head. I didn’t like that at all! I wanted to know how they knew what I was thinking about, but I couldn’t
ask them because they kept pushing me and poking me and calling me centaur girl. But then Phoebe came in and told them to stop. I don’t think they are afraid of Phoebe exactly, but they don’t try to bully her the way they do … other people? I was going to say “everyone else” but right now there’s only the five of us. That’s strange, isn’t it? Where are the adults? Why isn’t there someone here to supervise us? June 9 It was raining when we woke up. But it was so light and peaceful, I don’t think any of us minded walking to the mess hall through it. Even the ‘twins’ (my special name for the mean girls) seemed to enjoy it. They were pretty calm most of the morning, and Phoebe and I were able to talk without being interrupted. The other girl in our group, Charity, spoke to me for the first time today. Her voice was so familiar, but I don’t think I’ve heard her
speak a word since we’ve gotten here. She’s very quiet, but I learned that she likes music and dancing, though she’s never been to a dance. I’ve never been to a dance either. I think we should have one. Of course, there are only five of us, but maybe when the campers get here, we can have a big dance with music on the record player, and maybe we can tune in to a radio station. Hm. I don’t think I’ve seen a radio around, which is odd, because there is a broadcast cabin. I wonder if we’re going to go in there sometime this week. What else happened today? Boy, this is strange. I’m trying to remember, but I can’t. We had breakfast. We walked out into the drizzle, and I think¬—no, I don’t remember. I’d ask one of the other girls, but everyone else is asleep. No, that’s not true. One of the twins is up, and she’s staring at me. Maybe I’m disturbing her. I’m going to turn my light off and go to sleep.
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