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Confession of a Wegie

Chapter 1

Posted on 29-Jan-2010 | 1 comments | Link Well I got placed the other day. Got placed at a camp called Burgess n Hayward in Massachusetts. The thing's right on Cape Cod! It's properly mental how happy I am. Here's how it happened.

My mate Karen went tae Burgess n Hayward last year and was tellin me how amazin it was. She was tellin me she was gonnae be helpin out at the recruitment fair in Edinburgh n, seein as I was goin tae the fair aswell, we got the train through the gither. Walked up tae the halls n stood in the queue then at like five tae two, Karen went inside n left me alone. It was cool thoughm I had my ipod so that kept me goin. Little bit ae Hendrix, wee bit ae The Stones... just tae keep me tickin over til the thing starts. So I get intae the hall, head upstairs and intae the Camp Directors' Hall and the place is jumpin! There's folk everywhere! There's Camp Directors, Camp Cousellors and all ae us wee prospective Camp Counsellors. Hunners ae colours, hunners ae different accents - there was only one fair in the whole ae Scotland so there were folk fae all over comin tae it - and the place was just mental wae folk rushin about tryin tae get places! I walked in n I was like 'sheeeeit.' So I kicked about for a bit havin a look at the different camps n that but only one took my interest n it was the one I had been intendin tae go tae anyway: Burgess n Hayward. Karen was bouncin about at the front of the stall dividin folk intae two queues - 1 for boys n one for lassies.

I walked up tae her n she was all excited that I had come over n we had a wee chat fer a bit n then I joined the boys queue. There was a wee guy infront of me that only sat down fer about a minute, if that, before they realised the skills he was offerin weren't the skills they were lookin for so he got up n left. It was my turn now. I sat down n shook Silva's hand. Silva is the Director of the boys camp (Camp Burgess) so it was there that I was gonnae be sleepin n livin most ae the time. He asked the usual question n I told him all about me n my life n my skills n my experience n all the usual jazz n he seemed tae really go for it. The lassie sittin chattin the Rachel, the girl's camp (Camp Hayward) Director, shook her hand n filled in a bit ae paper n got her photae taken. I was like '...eh...photaes? naebdae telt me bout photaes!' but I kept chattin away tae Silva.

I should probably explain why I didn't want my photae taken here. I'm doin Les Miserables the now n I've managed tae land myself the roles of Marius and Jean Valjean (the shows double cast so I'm playing Marius on the evenings n Valjean on the matinee. I'm not just some sort of super actor - though, admittedly, that would be beastin!) so I've been growin my hair for it. It's got tae the stage now where I think it just looks crap regardless of what I dae wi it, so I would rather have not got my photae taken wi crap hair. I know that makes me sound vain but sack that fer a laugh, would you want tae have crap hair in a picture that yer camp will be keepin? I doubt it.

Anyway, I finish my wee chat wi Silva n he turns tae me n says "Well Ross, I'd like to offer you a place at our camp for the Summer" n again, the only thing that runs through my head is 'sheeeeit' but in a good way this time. So, obviously, I accept n I fill in my wee sheet of paper n, grudginly, get my photae taken n then head tae processin fer yet another photae. I was like 'fer cryin out loud!' n then just sauntered down n got my train home.

Telt my work I got placed this morning. My boss was like "Awsome! That's amazing!" Then she realised that meant I'd be leavin so she wisnae as happy bout that. So I officially finish in TOPMAN: House of Fraser on the 29th ae May fer a couple of weeks break n shoppin before I fly out. Pure cannae wait now though. All I keep thinkin is 'Roll on June!'