Ok, I know that all of my threads involve inappropriate receptacles for bodily fluids and I apologize. I am trying to work through it, so please be patient with me.
After dinner my camp had a different evening program that the whole camp would do. Things like capture the flag, scavenger hunts, bingo (when weather demanded indoor activities), carnivals, counselor hunts, etc. Most of these programs I really liked, but there were several that I did not. The top three would have to be dances, smash softball, and counselor drag contests (I don't know how/why we got away with it either, but I still have nightmares of itching poorly shaved legs).
Even though the kids couldn't get away with any funny business, they really enjoyed the dances. After dinner, the kids would all go back to the cabins and get showers, bathe themselves in Axe *shudders and gags*, and put on their one pair of nice clothes to impress the ladies. We usually send two counselors up to the bath house and then hang out at the cabin.
This particular night those who were not supervising the showers were playing cards at the cabin to kill time until everybody was ready to go to the dance. All of the sudden a counselor who was supervising shower time comes down and the following ensues. By the way this was my third year and thus I was in charge of the oldest guy cabins.
CC=Co-Counselor
CC: Hey Terl, we have a slight issue.
Me: *More focused on the game then the counselor* Whats up?
CC: One of the campers shit in the shower.
Me: *Trying to comprehend* Wait, what?
CC: A camper took a shit in the shower.
Me: Is this a joke?
CC: No, and another camper stepped in it.
Me: No fucking way! Show me!
We went up to the shower where all the campers had finished and had gone back to the cabins. We went inside and looked in the showers. Let me just say, I am a small person. 5'5" 140 lbs. These kids however are 12-15 so most of them are smaller than me. I have never produced a twozie 3/4 the size of this monster, and sure enough right in the middle of this beast was a dent where a kid had stepped in it. Right then my rage ignited and a red haze clouded my vision. I solemnly vowed that I would make the offender clean it up, fixed a glower on my face, and stormed back to the cabins.
My first order of business was to take care of the camper that had stepped in the feces. He was shaken and queasy but ok otherwise. That accomplished, I made every other camper line up outside to get talked at. I sent a couple of counselor up with the victim and another camper who could not have done it (rule of three) to the dance to tell my boss (the camp director) the situation and to explain we would be late. The counselor sent word back that my boss said it was ok if we skipped the dance entirely.
We tried numerous ways to get the camper to identify himself so that he could anonymously clean it and we would not have clean it ourselves and he would not be humiliated which was more than he deserved in my opinion, but I didn''t want to be overly harsh. I know it may seem obvious that it must have been the kid right before the victim, but it was more complicated than that. The showers are set up as a small rectangular area maybe 6'x 16'. There are 2 shower heads directly across from each other and curtains dividing the two shower areas as well as separating the showers from the rest of the bathrooms. The poo was right at the dividing curtain, so it was kind of out of sight unless you looked straight down and away from the shower head as you entered the shower. Still, we were pretty sure we know who it was, but never got him to confess. I believe it is worse for an innocent man to be punished than a guilty man to go free, so never acted on it. I have no sympathy for the camper who did it. I have a form of ulcerative colitis and therefore I sometimes have little warning before I have to go, but I have never had an accident when there was a toilet less than 10' away from me. Also, this was a well formed solid piece of dung, so he had some forewarning. The act was deliberate. That is just disrespectful.
Aftermath: We did not go to the dance which I kind of regret. Having grown up a little from that time, I have come to completely disagree with punishing the many for the deeds of the one, and like I said innocent man punished vs. guilty man going free. It turns out there was some kind of miscommunication because my boss was not ok with us keeping everybody behind so I got a lecture. Strange as it may sound, the campers bonded and united against the nameless perp and did not blame me at all for holding them back. In fact, they felt sorry for me. Those are some mature 12 - 15 y/o's!!!! The worst part of the story...Guess who broke his vow.
After dinner my camp had a different evening program that the whole camp would do. Things like capture the flag, scavenger hunts, bingo (when weather demanded indoor activities), carnivals, counselor hunts, etc. Most of these programs I really liked, but there were several that I did not. The top three would have to be dances, smash softball, and counselor drag contests (I don't know how/why we got away with it either, but I still have nightmares of itching poorly shaved legs).
Even though the kids couldn't get away with any funny business, they really enjoyed the dances. After dinner, the kids would all go back to the cabins and get showers, bathe themselves in Axe *shudders and gags*, and put on their one pair of nice clothes to impress the ladies. We usually send two counselors up to the bath house and then hang out at the cabin.
This particular night those who were not supervising the showers were playing cards at the cabin to kill time until everybody was ready to go to the dance. All of the sudden a counselor who was supervising shower time comes down and the following ensues. By the way this was my third year and thus I was in charge of the oldest guy cabins.
CC=Co-Counselor
CC: Hey Terl, we have a slight issue.
Me: *More focused on the game then the counselor* Whats up?
CC: One of the campers shit in the shower.
Me: *Trying to comprehend* Wait, what?
CC: A camper took a shit in the shower.
Me: Is this a joke?
CC: No, and another camper stepped in it.
Me: No fucking way! Show me!
We went up to the shower where all the campers had finished and had gone back to the cabins. We went inside and looked in the showers. Let me just say, I am a small person. 5'5" 140 lbs. These kids however are 12-15 so most of them are smaller than me. I have never produced a twozie 3/4 the size of this monster, and sure enough right in the middle of this beast was a dent where a kid had stepped in it. Right then my rage ignited and a red haze clouded my vision. I solemnly vowed that I would make the offender clean it up, fixed a glower on my face, and stormed back to the cabins.
My first order of business was to take care of the camper that had stepped in the feces. He was shaken and queasy but ok otherwise. That accomplished, I made every other camper line up outside to get talked at. I sent a couple of counselor up with the victim and another camper who could not have done it (rule of three) to the dance to tell my boss (the camp director) the situation and to explain we would be late. The counselor sent word back that my boss said it was ok if we skipped the dance entirely.
We tried numerous ways to get the camper to identify himself so that he could anonymously clean it and we would not have clean it ourselves and he would not be humiliated which was more than he deserved in my opinion, but I didn''t want to be overly harsh. I know it may seem obvious that it must have been the kid right before the victim, but it was more complicated than that. The showers are set up as a small rectangular area maybe 6'x 16'. There are 2 shower heads directly across from each other and curtains dividing the two shower areas as well as separating the showers from the rest of the bathrooms. The poo was right at the dividing curtain, so it was kind of out of sight unless you looked straight down and away from the shower head as you entered the shower. Still, we were pretty sure we know who it was, but never got him to confess. I believe it is worse for an innocent man to be punished than a guilty man to go free, so never acted on it. I have no sympathy for the camper who did it. I have a form of ulcerative colitis and therefore I sometimes have little warning before I have to go, but I have never had an accident when there was a toilet less than 10' away from me. Also, this was a well formed solid piece of dung, so he had some forewarning. The act was deliberate. That is just disrespectful.
Aftermath: We did not go to the dance which I kind of regret. Having grown up a little from that time, I have come to completely disagree with punishing the many for the deeds of the one, and like I said innocent man punished vs. guilty man going free. It turns out there was some kind of miscommunication because my boss was not ok with us keeping everybody behind so I got a lecture. Strange as it may sound, the campers bonded and united against the nameless perp and did not blame me at all for holding them back. In fact, they felt sorry for me. Those are some mature 12 - 15 y/o's!!!! The worst part of the story...Guess who broke his vow.
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