oh camp

Yet again I've gotten myself stuck in the situation of being a camp counselor this year. I really don't know why I'm doing it for a 4th year even though every year I seem to hate it more than the next. Here's the situation-> St. louis gets into the upper 90's/100's in the summer with about 70% humidity (it feels like 100%) which brings the heat index into the 110-120 category. I work camp from 8-5 which all the times that the weather forecasters say to stay inside. Dilemma two is that it's no ordinary camp where there's nice air conditioned buildings to go to if it gets hot or a pool to jump into. This is a horse camp so we have dirt, small partially functioning fans, and limited shade. Being that it's a camp around horses we have to wear jeans and close toed shoes. So try to imaigne wearing jeans and tennis shoes in the 98 degree wheather while jogging next to 7 ponys because the little 8 year old on the pony can't steer. And the fun doesn't stop there, there's always that handful of kids who have never heard the word 'no' said to them in their entire lives. You don't know how frustrating it is not to be able to correctly discipline a kid who throws random objects at other kids and doesn't give a rip about what you say. Then there's the ones who ask the same question literally 30 times a day (that's not an exageration). it's always "What are we doing in after care?" and "Can I walk Candy?" (a pony at the barn). And our answer is the same every time....all 30 times. It's also fun when the same kid who asks the 30 questions steals your hat every chance she gets and than runs off with it. So camp is an absolute blast. Alright I'm going to stop ranting now.