There are about five or six people in front of me at the table. And more behind me. I have my folder clutched to my chest, A) to keep it where I can see it, and B) in an effort to warm up. As the interviews start, I recognise the two behind the desk. I've seen both of them, a man and a woman, on the camp website. Those in the queue waiting begin chatting to one another, and I meet Jack and Andy (one of whom I met again at camp!). Lovely guys, and both eager for a place at Camp Champions, just as I was.
We all look at each other every time someone stands from their place at the table and walks away; either elated, or slightly downcast. At least two people are hired in front of me, and I start looking around the room for the other camps I had short-listed. Their lines are just as long as the one I was in, and I'd have to join the end of them if it didn't go well where I was.
Please, please, please. I know this is the one for me!
Now at the front of the line, I overhear that the people hired before have all been lifeguards. I heave a sigh of relief. I do horse-riding. There's still a chance I'll get in.
The interview itself is a blur. Even now. I spoke with Leah Ma'am. She went through my application, we chatted. She told me she'd seen my application video on Twitter (it pays to make one guys! Don't be afraid to "flirt" with the camps a little online, it can help you stick in their mind!) Before I knew it I was introduced to Erec Sir, and signing my contract.
I walked away from the table absolutelty ecstatic.
My first choice of camp; the first table I went to, and I had got in. It was the best feeling. I rang my Dad, who was halfway up Arthur's Seat and told him everything! Then my Mum.
I followed the lovely Camp America people downstairs to go and process my contract. It's pretty easy: they just basically check all the details, and ask where you'll be flying from. And what size t-shirt you'll need. And then they take your picture (see above) to go on Facebook.
Just like that, I had a whole summer of fun waiting for me. In one morning. Easy-peasy.
You can do the same! Check out my post on the Camp America Recruitment Fairs for some advice on how to ace your time there, and come out with an awesome placement for Summer 2017!
My name’s actually Laura, but at camp (and Home usually) I go by Hobbs. Hobbs Ma’am to the kids. I’m a Scottish native, obsessed with Texas, having spent Summers 2016 and 17 out there. I live for camp, and I cannot wait to get back.