Service Project

I worked at the Y for my service hours the summer of my freshman year. I worked with the little toddlers at the summer camp program. The kids were monsters sometimes and liked to ambush me with squirt guns/water balloons/hoses. They also got into fights with each other that resulted in tears, bruises, and bloody noses. The girls most of the time were very good. They liked to put my hair in styles that I would be embarrassed to wear around my own house. The girls made up the most elaborate games that usually had a central theme: Miss Libby would be tackled and pinned to the ground. I'm not very big on harsh discipline, but I did keep the kids in line when need be. I didn't like the methods that my co-workers employed. After all this WAS summer camp and it's no fun to play the "quiet game" all day because your counselor is in need of advil. My methods ultimately resulted in the kids loving me best, my fellow counselors leaving the kids with me to take breaks because I was low-person on the totem pole, and getting a offer for an actual real paying job this coming summer.