I've contemplating heavily whether or not I should make public the latest crisis in my life. And I decided that yes, I will, simply because it will make everything easier to explain in the future. And it's incredibly painful but it's something I need to get out there and deal with in its entirety so that I can move on.

I got fired. Yep, there it is. In black and white.

The long story short is basically that on Saturday morning, after most the first week campers had gone home and we were all gearing up for what was going to be an awesome day off, Travis (the head counselor) and Sharon (the horrible photography woman - with a disgusting smug look on her face the whole time) took me aside and basically said they thought my work was crap and there was no room for me in the photo lab any longer. And that was that. They hadn't gone through my work with me and told me that I wasn't doing what they wanted, they weren't going to give me a second chance, I was just...out. The only way I could stay at International Gymnastics Camp (IGC) would be if I were to take the night gate watch duty, which means sitting at the gate from 11pm - 8am. Of course I thought about this for a while and I figured that I would go insane doing that job and would probably end up resenting the place.

I was actually really fortunate in that a placement for me at another camp was found within an hour or so of me getting fired, so that's where I am now. At Kenwood Kenmont camp in Kent, Connecticut. I had to pack up my stuff within 45 minutes (only getting to say tearful goodbyes to a handful of people) and catch a bus to New York then a subway then drag all my stuff through Grand Central station to find a train to get to Connecticut and a connecting bus to Harlem-Valley Wingdale where the new camp people picked me up. I cried on and off for about 5 hours after being fired and during my commute to the new camp.

When I first started this blog it wasn't meant to be about baring my soul and being all emo, but this is a special situation. This has quite likely been one of the most horrible and difficult experiences I've ever gone through in my life. I was at IGC for 2 full weeks and I'd gotten used to and comfortable with everything there, I'd made some amazing friends, truthfully appreciated the privaledges of being at that camp at the time I was there, and I honestly thought that if I followed the rules and put all my effort into my job that I would have an incredible summer. Apparently hard work and obedience is not enough for some people.

I'm a general counselor with 10 year old girls, and the campers arrive here in 2 days. Don't get me wrong, this new camp that I'm at is cool, and I'm grateful to be here...I've met some awesome people, the senior staff do seem to treat the regular staff much better than IGC does and I do believe that time will eventually heal, but I guess I just ask that if you are reading this or hear about this from someone else, please keep me in your thoughts and prayers, because I really need them right now.