I always thought the eighth graders were so cool when I was in elem. Now I’m in twelfth grade and I was helping out at my school’s open house and looking at all those “seniors”- they’re TINY!
I also remember going to day camp and all of my counselors were so cool and old and sophisticated- you know how during arts and crafts if you couldn’t figure out how to do something you could ask your counselor and she could always do it perfectly? When I was twelve, I became a JC for the first time and the first time one of my campers asked “morah” to fix her project for her, I realized I had no idea what I was doing. I got home from camp that day, dug out one of my old day camp projects, and realized that all the perfect things my counselors had done were actually lopsided.
Actually, I’d call that my moment of disillusionment… waaah.
Then this year when I went to sleepaway camp and I realized that my friend was a bunk counselor. When I went to camp, bunk counselors were mature and grown up.
Sheeeeesh.