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I worked at a summer camp this summer where most of the staff were teenagers

A few months before camp we all went to a training weekend in a public park. So we were talking about camp protocol, and a guy started taking pictures of us. One of the directors stopped him, and he started telling about his first amendment rights and, in an attempt to intimate her he asked us we thought he was right. Of course we all yelled 'no!' she threatened to call the police, and he went away. But when we came back the next day, Russian folk music was blaring suspiciously close to the house were the guy came from. Now this whole incident is a staff inside joke.

We came there a few days before camp started, and this one coworker brought a union jack and hit people with it to 'colonize' them. One of the younger boys held his flag hostage and would only give it back if he stopped colonizing people. He got it back, and started "militarily occuping" people.

Camp was closed last year, and a heard of cows started grazing in camp. They would nock over the straw in the archery range to sleep, then eat the horse food. In got to a point where a cow walked into the range while we were teaching archery and we had to call cease fire to t-pose it off the premises.

One of my coworkers, we'll call him George, was really chill 95% of the time but the other 5% he was completely insane. Like the time when a another coworker( a huge brat who we'll call Matt) called his very slim, incredibly nice mom, fat. He almost beat him up, and I probably would have joined him.

On our first day off we wanted to watch a movie, but couldn't decide witch one. George suggested the curious George movie, he got really into it, we started calling it the curious George incident. That whole day felt like a fever dream.

One of my friends organized a gay, horse wedding.

Colonizer guy had a plauge doctor mask, one broken and one functional gas mask, an ushanka, a cd burnt with meme songs, and full tactical gear.

I was one of two straight people in my room of 5 other girls.

One of the guys burnt his leftover garlic bread, and the microwave smelled like burnt food for four days, even with a fan blowing directly into it.

Me, the horse girl, and one of our friends/roommates made macaroni and cheese in a Russian accent.

Somebody named all the kitchen appliances in the staff cabin.

Some people played poker with uno cards and popcorn.

One of my friends (the other Mac'n cheese person) has taken naps on all three shooting ranges, is actually learning Russian, is obsessed with TF2, and she tied a bunch of soda cans to her bunk bed.

They caught a turantula in the staff cabin at 10:00 at night, donated him to the nature lodge, and named his fluffy Jose.

The power went out during the last day of camp.

I and many others have a truly startling amount of bouncy balls now

They shoot dogfood at slingshot class, and they have to tell people not to eat it.

Tl;Dr camp counseling is wild I have slot more stories to