Глазами вожатой Through the eyes of a counselor

Let's start with the fact that I worked here as a counselor in July 2017. The administration really doesn’t really worry about the children, from shift to shift there are the same competitions and events that the old people are bored here. And all why? Because the vouchers of this camp are distributed to the winners of the Olympiads, large families and just a trade union committee at work with a huge discount. Since the director, and therefore the organizational staff, does not have easy money, they do not really try. Further. The attitude of the medical staff towards children is terrible. They scolded us, counselors, that we came to them with sick children. Like, he just sneezed, and immediately to the medical unit. And the fact that the child has a "barking" cough that interferes with sleep, this is so, whims. With a rotavirus infection, they threw all the responsibility on us, they say, we fed them pizza, so they got hurt. When we said that three detachments fell ill, we were told that "there are no infections in the camp. " The food here is quite edible, 5 meals a day. Walk 10 minutes to the sea. Cafes and shops near the camp are present. Territory, I confess, chic - everywhere greenery, trees. The location is amazing. But the staff is rude. Will I come here as a counselor? Not. As a child, I probably would have gone, although I’m lucky with the counselor. Sometimes, one counselor can change the whole idea of ​ ​ the camp. I tried to be that good leader who set the mood for the kids, but I was constantly humiliated for being overly childish.