I never imagined I would say Harry Potter Camp is royally kicking my ass, but lo, it is.
A three-hour camp is ending up taking more than eight-hours of my time a day (not that I'm complaining, but it's leaving very little room for other Life Experiences) and thus, all that is on my mind right now is the politics of working with children and adults who have personalities I'm not use to, like the boy who, when upset at someone, shoves his finger in their face and shakes it violently while yelling, "You're a BAD, BAD BOY!"
How the hell am I suppose to cope with that?
You know, I'm sure it doesn't come through very clear here but I'm a very delicate little flower who bruises easily emotionally. In such situations, it's difficult for me because the child who is being told he's bad is having hard time and needs defense, but on the flip side the child who's violently telling others they are bad also needs... something. Protection? Love? Care? He's learning that behavior somewhere and I can't imagine ever telling a child they are BAD, BAD, BAD!
You know, there's a lot more to the camp than the interpersonal communications, most of the camp experience is awesome -- get the kids out of the house and meeting new people, doing service projects to better our community (donations to food banks) and globally (participating in a Peace Project to be sent to China). Nature walks, yoga, nguyen thi chi, creating rainsticks to be used in a Native-American chant to call upon the four winds. Lots and lots of interesting things I should be focusing on instead of the glitches of personalities.
But still. Some glitches, like the screaming at others that they are bad? Just cannot be overlooked and easily forgotten.