I was a pretty mediocre camp counselor. I'm not sure why exactly, but I just don't think I added any value whatsoever to Camp Berea in New Hampshire. For some reason I was obsessed with earning a certificate in sharpshooting at the firing range. So roughly every free minute I had was speant sprawled out on an old mattress, shooting at a paper target with a rifle. Good times.
But fortunately for you and loads of other campers out there, there are lots of different types of camp counselors. Well not lots, but seven really. Here they are:
1. The Joe Cool
Aliases:
That guy that all the girls love.
Natural Enemy:
Sir No Showers a Lot
Background:
I wanted to be this guy. He was the counselor that was so cool he seemed out of place. It was like some land of cool had helicoptered him in on a rope. He listened to music you never heard of, had a tan even if the sun hadn't been out and like the man in the Dos Equis commercial, "his blood smelled like cologne." Best of all, he didn't seem to care about it. This was not something he was manufacturing in his cabin. This was natural. He wasn't shopping at the Chess King or wearing Z-Cavaricci's to look hip (what we did in the early 90s), he was comfortable in an old t-shirt. He was the dude Abercrombie ads try to create in a fake way. He had never surfed, but he could. He had a weird way with animals and set the fastest time in the swim test when no one was looking. My four year old might be this person one day. She had to get six stitches yesterday after a pool incident and waved off the lortab pain medication in favor of calmly reading a Strawberry Shortcake book while the doctor sewed up her chin. That is exactly how the Joe Cool would have handled it. He probably would have even made reading Strawberry Shortcake look cool, he's that good.
2. The Disciple
Aliases:
Prayer Warrior, Holy Roller, Hardcore for Heaven
Natural Enemy:
The Pastor's Kid
Background:
This girl was slightly more holy than Jesus. She is the one that got up each morning at 4 to greet the sun and wave at the sparrows in the woods, what a glorious feeling. She was a champ at Bible competitions but wouldn’t give you any of the answers because like a teacher that forces you to look up a word in the dictionary instead of spelling it for you, she wanted you to learn on your own. If she was in high school, she was heavily involved in the youth group. If she was in college, she attended the "Harvard of Christian colleges," whatever that meant that year. She wasn't judgmental like the Narc, but wasn't afraid to use the word "smite" or correct the special guest speaker the camp brought in if he was not doctrinally sound.
3. Sir No Showers a Lot
Aliases:
Stinky, Smelly, Dude bathe already
Natural Enemy:
Soap
Background:
Something about camp can bring out the smelliest in people. I guess because they're outside and in nature they think they can throw off the shackles of civilization like regularly bathing and deodorant. This guy often lives on the mistaken belief that girls dig guys that are filthy. The worst thing about this counselor is when he tries to tie his "dirt merchant" ways to some sort of holy mission. Some guys all grow goatees together but this guy makes not using water as a cleaning agent some sort of act of sanctity. There's a very good chance that he doesn't wear shoes but has instead allowed a few solid weeks of being barefoot to turn the bottoms of his feet as hard as leather. Avoid this guy at all costs. Don't ever let him help out in the kitchen.
4. The Nicest Person that Ever Lived
Aliases:
Sunshine
Natural Enemy:
That's not very nice of you to ask.
Background:
This is the only counselor that will write you when camp is over. No, scratch that, this is the only person from camp that will write you. And I'm not talking about emails or text messages. I'm talking about real letters, made of paper and stamp and time. Probably on her own personal stationary. She loves camp. She always has and takes feels true joy from helping you enjoy it too. Sometimes this person may be the daughter of the person that owns the camp, although occasionally the kids of camp owners are too close to the camp to see how special it is. It's just where their dad works.
5. The Reformed Rebel
Aliases:
The legend
Natural Enemy:
The Narc
Background:
This is probably my favorite camp counselor. Despite being young, they've been through the wringer a few times already. They used to pull pranks that are still legendary at camp but won't help you pull your own. Not that they are against pranks now but they want you to learn the lessons of this life yourself. They aren't afraid to show you bumps and bruises from the mistakes they've made and if you ever get into a campfire confessional, this is the person you want sitting next to you. They aren't afraid to cry and seem to have a really honest, intimate relationship with Christ. It's less like someone trying to shout up to the heavens and get the attention of a massive deity and more like someone talking with a friend that they really love.
6. The Narc
Aliases:
Phariswat Team, Fun Police
Natural Enemy:
Everyone, particularly people "making purple."
Background:
This is usually a self appointed title. I don't think that camps actually assign or completely endorse this person, but they exist. Their mission for the week or the summer is to make sure everyone is following the rules. They don't see the rules as something to help prevent accidents or injuries. The rules are guideposts to an efficient, effective camp experience and anyone that steps out of line needs to be corrected. Often this person is the only one that has access to the bullhorn which in some scary situations they actually brought from home. If you steal their bullhorn, hypothetically speaking of course, they will magically pull a whistle out of nowhere and use that instead to keep everyone on point.
7. The Rebel
Aliases:
The bad seed, the "how did that guy get to be a counselor" guy
Natural Enemy:
Whoever finds the contraband he hid in a shallow hole by the ropes course.
Background:
This person is pretty rare, which I think is probably a good thing. But sometimes, you'll encounter a counselor that seems to break all the rules he's supposed to be enforcing. He sneaks out at night when the kids are asleep to go into town and mingle with some locals. He wears his ropes course safety helmet backwards and is the only one in recorded history to have actually hit the camp owner with a water balloon. It makes little sense that he works at the camp but there's a theory that he got the job through blackmail. Or his dad is the pastor. Either way, keep an eye on this guy.
I haven't gone to camp in years but if I do get to make a cameo someday, expect to find me hanging out with the Reformed Rebel and the Narc's stolen bullhorn.
Also from SCL:
1. The Long Return
2. Lessons from Louie
You worked at Camp Berea? That's cool. My youth group goes to winter retreats there every year.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, fantastic post. Thanks for helping me start my Monday with a laugh.
Unfortunately Sir No Showers a Lot likes to go around side hugging everyone.
ReplyDeletethe Phariswat team?
ReplyDeleteLove it!
My brother-in-law was infamous in our youth group growing up. He was the guy who got the Mall Security called on him at the Mall of America and who would moon truckers out the back of the church van. God bless our youth leaders.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, years later, when he was in college, he was asked to chaperone a high school canoe trip. When people found out he was going as a leader, there were some shocked responses, as in "HE'S going as a leader?!"
He responded with one of my favorite responses of all time, showing himself as a true Reformed Rebel:
"No, I'll make the perfect leader! Whatever they think up to do, I've done it, and I've done it better!"
He did make a good youth leader, by the way, and partially for just that reason.
15 years as a camp director allowed me to see all 7 types of christian camp counselors & more...
ReplyDeleteEach one special, each one contributing to the eclectic-mix that is "camp family/camp community"...
[One I'd like to add]
#8. The Outkast
AKA: The New Counselor (Social Mis-fit), First-timer
Natural Enemy: Insensitive Camp Staff & Legacy Counselors (not #4, however)
Background: It's obvious after the first day of staff training...this person needs "camp" more than camp needs this person.
*Seek out, be-friend & welcome the meek ~ always!
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OH Camp Berea... I miss you so!
ReplyDeletehaha that's awesome, me and an old camp buddy just had a long talk about these guys. He was definitely Joe Cool. He made a duct tape suit, and duct tape never looked better.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was twelve, we had a counselor that was a v. intoxicating combination of Joe Cool and Sir No Showers A Lot. Well, he was intoxicating to twelve-year-olds. They don't usually have the best taste.
ReplyDeleteI went to a church camp when I was in elementary school that had a Joe Cool guy like no other.
ReplyDeleteThis dude was OBSESSED with Stryper. Like seriously. He wore only yellow and black. He carried with him a stick that was painted yellow and black-- his Stryper Stick, of course (basically, just a painted broom handle.. and we were in the swamps of Florida, so it wasn't for mountain hiking. he just carried) And then there was his car. His car was the only car that you could see from the main camp property, and that was because they allowed him to park it out there, because it too was painted yellow and black. It got to such a point that they let him move it because no one believed he actually had it. And because he was Joe Cool, it was some sort of sports car type thing.. a Camero maybe. I mean it was like, 1988!!
Looking back on him now, all I can think is "DORK!" But at the time, he was THE MAN!!
Dwight Shrute is #6.
ReplyDeleteI worked in Hell, a place cleverly disguised as a camp somewhere in Western North America. The camp director hired me as a sports director because I was ONLY one who ticked the "sports director" box on the application form. As my brother said "sports director? YOU?"
The camp director was the most scary person I have ever met. He was a controlling sociopath. It was AWFUL.
In complete seriousness, I nearly died twice.
At the awesome camp where I grew up, there was a giant tire swing, hanging from a Western Red Cedar that went up all the way to the outer atmopsphere. The tire itself was a large tractor tire. We had 16 kids hanging from it. The kids on the inside rarely had finger prints after camp.
Parents REALLY need to research their camps. Go by reputation over looks. Trust me.
One time at camp, The Rebel filled up some water balloons with pineapple soda and passed them out to some of the hooligans in our youth group.
ReplyDeleteWord of these shenanigans got to the ear of The Narc and he quickly ran to the men's dorm, snatching his mini-bullhorn from its holster on his Batman-like utility belt, which he dubbed the "futility belt" (seeing as how breaking the rules with this sheriff in town was futile).
Words were exchanged. The Disciple came in and reminded everyone how Paul wrote in Ephesians 4 that "As a prisoner for the Lord, then, I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received. Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace."
The Rebel and The Narc high-fived to show that things were cool, then tracked down The Reformed Rebel to see how they could get revenge on Sir No Showers A Lot for funking up the entire dormitory.
The Reformed Rebel, seeming very much like Master Splinter, advised the Alliance of Super Awesome Counselor Friends to "make sure it counts", that is, get this guy good. Joe Cool, who was laying in his hammock (which he brought with him to camp) in the corner, gave a very Fonzi-like thumbs up.
Then R.R. opened a velvet-lined case from his duffel bag, revealing the purest roll of industrial gray duct tape they had ever laid their eyes on. “Joe Cool,” Reformed Rebel quipped, “I’m gonna need your help. Can we use your case of Axe body spray?”
“You got it,” replied Cool suavely.
The ASACF assembled, found Sir Stinks A Lot outside wafting his armpit stink downwind to the Bible study, which was being led by The Nicest Person That Ever Lived, just as a group of middle school girls were about to kiss dating goodbye.
The men jumped upon Sir No Showers A Lot, duct taped his ankles, wrists and mouth very ninja-like, and deposited him in the storage closet where The Reformed Rebel unleashed the A-Bomb (which is camp slang for Axe Bomb) upon his funkadelic co-counselor. The ASACF closed the door to the closet and Sir No Showers A Lot was no more.
“As it is written,” remarked The Disciple, ‘So they saved it until morning, as Moses commanded, and it did not stink or get maggots in it. (Exodus 16:24)’”
In a scandalous twist, Joe Cool and The Nicest Person That Ever Lived were caught shirking their Friday night “cry night” duties when they were found “praying in the woods” (which is campspeak for making purple).
I was probably the reformed rebel but one week my kids had a different idea. On the 5th day of camp I walked into my cabin to find 11 somber 4th graders waiting for me. They had decided it was time for some tough love and had planned an intervention... to tell me I'm "Sir No Showers a Lot." See, I made them shower in the morning or before bed but I, myself, showered each afternoon after I lifeguarded free time. They were never around when I showered so as far as they knew, I hadn't showered all week. It was cute.
ReplyDeleteHey, this post could also work for the youth leaders and pastors just my two cents. thank for the laugh.
ReplyDeleteNice story Curtis Honeycutt. =D That made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteHahahaha, Strawberry Shortcake. Your daughter is a tank.
Re: Curtis LOL!
ReplyDeleteI nominate Curtis for funniest use of an SCL list in a comment.
I'm the reformed rebel.
ReplyDeleteI used to be The Rebel. I had to quite before I got fired.
ReplyDeletecurtis, that was indeed the best use of a post in a comment ever. i think you outdid stacy from louisville this time . . . UNTIL SHE COMMENTS HERE, THAT IS. just sayin' . . . watch out, it's time for the showdown of the top SCL commenters ever.
ReplyDeleteman, this post took me back. it didn't take long for me to realize that i dated the joe cool of camp counselors in high school. wow, that took me back. crazy.
According to your list, Jon, I'm a Nicest Person Who Ever Lived! Wow, thanks! (I actually did write to several of my campers.)
ReplyDeleteCurtis, that was too funny! But I promise I never "prayed in the woods" with Joe Cool. I'm not saying I wouldn't have if he'd asked...
OK, so I think I'm a mix of the The Disciple and the Reformed Rebel. Not quite either, but somewhere in between. I think it's called The Mastermind. I win all the Sword Drills, and find someway to add a spiritual twist to it, and answer all the questions they ask during devos. But what most don't know is I'm the evil genius behind most of the camp pranks. Correct that, pranks are too simple for me. I have to prank the prank so it backfires on prankster. But I NEVER do it, I only feed the ideas and supplies my henchmen (campers) and let them take the heat while I quote Bible verses secretly dieing of laughter and satisfaction knowing I ruined a great prank inside.
ReplyDeleteThere was a camp counselor I knew who always smelled like bacon grease and bean soup. He was built like a 6'5" Mr. Potato Head with tinker toy legs. For some reason he always wore tennis shoes that NEVER stayed tied. So he's constantly bending over to tie and it was all "Say NO To Crack". He was sweaty, loud and unpredictable, and when you already smell like soup nobody likes...well,...I'm just saying: DON'T touch me with your sweaty meat hooks, Sasquatch! I'm not making purple or even lavendar with you EVERRRRRRRRRRRRR!
ReplyDelete"The Phariswat team".
ReplyDeleteThat was awesome. Definitely one for the SCL dictionary!
I think Curtis has a great idea for a comic.
ReplyDeleteHow about "Mr. Clothing Optional" ... ugh.
ReplyDeleteI've had the privilege of being camp speaker for over three years of my life...like 170 weeks of teen camp...This article is incredibly accurate...funny...
ReplyDeleteCounselors make a camp. Good speaker, lousy counselors; lousy camp. Okay speaker, great counselors, great camp. Camp is a great place for genuine ministry; it is, alas, also a great place for manipulation (intentional or not). Do the plusses outweigh the negatives...I vacillate on that one!
Jon, I can't start my day without reading this blog. How cool to read you worked at Camp Berea where all 4 of my kids have gone to camp! Somehow I knew that your love letter to the blob was the CB blob!
ReplyDeleteSo, as an enterprising poor camp employee, I had the idea of selling photo ops with a couple of my guy counselor friends to the MANY tweens and their mothers (shame) who always pesterd these guys (Joe Cools of course) for the standard "photo with the cute guy counselor to make my camp scrapbook complete". Unfortunately, they weren't too excited about pimping themselves out for money so they did them for free, but it was always fun to watch the face of akwardness that would flash over them as the line of moms and daughters got really long on parent night. Ahhh, good memories.
ReplyDeleteWhat about the counselor who lives vicariously through the campers because they never went to summer camp? Haha. Cos that would be me =P
ReplyDeleteWhat about the counselor who lives vicariously through the campers because they never went to summer camp? Haha. Cos that would be me =P
ReplyDeleteI was the riflery instructor for years at my Christian camp and spent many a free period working on my awards! We were instructed to only side hug campers...this whole website is HILARIOUS!
ReplyDeleteOh wow. I'm totally a "Nicest Person Ever" with some occasional Narc tendencies. My mom has been the camp director since I was 4, and my dad is the maintenance director, so basically I've lived at camp for my entire life. This is my fourth summer on staff, and what's hilarious is that I can totally see which of my friends on staff are which other types. Awesome post, as usual.
ReplyDeleteHaha. Unfortunately, I was always 5 or 7 :)
ReplyDeleteI brought brass knuckles to a camp for 5th graders last year. I had to have a bit of a talk with the leaders later that week and promise to never do it again.
ReplyDeleteKids just have to tell their parents everything don't they?
Nice post!! When I was a counselor, I was a mix of all those except Joe Cool [i'm not a dude] and the Rebel [no on-camp pot smoking for me]... Thanks for bringing back some good memories!
ReplyDeleteI think you should write a post about the ultimate youth leader. You know that person who carries their Nalgene with a ton of awesome stickers from missions trips? They wear bracelets from little kids in Mexico, they use a North Face backpack and wear Chacos. They are weird and cool at the same time and everyone wants to be their friend.
ReplyDeleteHave you ever written a blog about the "Harvard of Christian Colleges"? I'd love to read one on that topic. Lots of quirks there to lovingly rip on..
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