Looks like I won't be applying for a job at Camp Rockfish after all--they don't serve vegetarian meals.

Oh well. Sour grapes--they wouldn't want me to work there anyway. Imagine the things I'd be teaching those kids. "Backpacking to Berkeley 101." "The Life and Times of Abbie Hoffman." "Manifestos, Creeds, Petitions, and Movements." "Meditation and Primal Drumming Exercises for the Wild-spirited Womyn." "Why Old Religious Traditions Just Aren't Making Any Progress: The New Age and Your Role In It." "Power to the People: Jesus' Socialist Leanings."

Yeah. I wouldn't be a very popular counselor.

I don't imagine that I'd be popular with my fellow counselors, either. I was never that popular at summer camp. I was the one who was always up for a four-mile hike through mud, a swim through dirty lake water, campfires sans marshmallows, and truly gruesome and disturbing ghost stories. Everybody else at my camp was interested in pedicures and other girly shit that I never cared for. So we'd always get stuck back at the tents and never get anything really COOL done. I'm still rather bitter about it.

No, I think I'll be better off taking my backpacking trip to the beach. Maybe I'll visit the Meher Center while I'm there this time.