I have spent the last 2 weeks at my alma mater, Bradley University, as the director of Summer Forensics Institute, the speech camp I attended before my sophomore and senior years of high school and worked at before my freshman, sophomore, junior and senior years of college, plus 2 years after I graduated, including one bonus year when Harry was little. THIS WAS MY NINTH SUMMER AT CAMP, and it was magic.
For 2 weeks, I lived in my freshman dorm with a bunch of my college speech teammates whom I begged to come back and work camp with me. I was kid-free, husband-free, and largely creature comfort-free.
Some of the kids at camp were children of people I knew from speech. THAT'S HOW OLD I AM and how ill-suited to dorm life I am.
So why the heck did I do it?
Speech camp was where I met Ben. And where I discovered my life's passion. I feel like I owe it a lot, so when the comm department chair reached out and asked me to direct camp, I jumped at the chance. And the whole time I was stressing about staff and salaries and schedules, I thought of 15-year-old me and how incredibly happy she'd be.
I even maned to haul my 41-year-old self into a lofted twin bed every night.
My closest college speech friends came back to work camp, which was a total dream come true. Here's a glamour shot of a dorm spa night:
A super cute dorm-bed accessory
My undergrad library!!! My faaave!
Welcoming parents and staff to the end-of-camp banquet-- the end was in sight!
Golden Girls do speech camp!
WE MADE IT!!!!