Cracking my shell by Charlotte E from Camp Jewell

I grew up with a shell.  A shell to protect me and to filter out the people who would affect me negatively.  In bad situations I would rely on my shell to help me find the safe way out.  In a way, my shell was my friend.  My shell was also my worst enemy.  It kept me from doing things that may not have been the best choice, but that I still really wanted to do.  It kept me from branching out of my comfort zone.  In the end, I was scared of what would happen in I lost my shell.  When I first came to Camp Jewell, I simply expected my shell to help protect me in some cases, and restrict me in others.  But what happened at camp that first year wasn’t any of those things.  Camp Jewell helped me lost my shell.

 

Ever since day one, all of my cabin mates have accepted me.  I’ve been nurtured in a way that lets me grow by myself.  This was probably the main element that lead me to losing my shell.  For example, my best friend today was a girl I mat at camp my first year.  We kept in touch over the past year and stated right where we left off last year.  She has taught me how to take chances and she believes in mall of the choices I make.  Without these comforting people surrounding me, there is no way I could of become a more independent and confident person. 

 

Since I’ve for a lack of better words, shed my shell, I’ve been a lot happier.  I’ve learned to deal with situations the way that I truly want to.  Without Camp Jewell, none of this would have ever happened.  I am so incredible blessed with how my situation turned out and I love watching other campers unfold and crack their own shells.  That is what I love most about Camp Jewell; experiencing things for yourself and then watching others do the same.  I will forever be thankful for Camp Jewell. 

                                                                                By: Charlotte, Cabin 9A

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Cracking my shell by Charlotte E at Camp Jewell YMCA

I grew up with a shell. A shell to protect me and to filter out the people who would affect me negatively. In bad situations I would rely on my shell to help me find the safe way out. In a way, my shell was my friend. My shell was also my worst enemy. It kept me from doing things that may not have been the best choice, but that I still really wanted to do. It kept me from branching out of my comfort zone. In the end, I was scared of what would happen in I lost my shell. When I first came to Camp Jewell, I simply expected my shell to help protect me in some cases, and restrict me in others. But what happened at camp that first year wasn’t any of those things. Camp Jewell helped me lost my shell.

Ever since day one, all of my cabin mates have accepted me. I’ve been nurtured in a way that lets me grow by myself. This was probably the main element that lead me to losing my shell. For example, my best friend today was a girl I mat at camp my first year. We kept in touch over the past year and stated right where we left off last year. She has taught me how to take chances and she believes in mall of the choices I make. Without these comforting people surrounding me, there is no way I could of become a more independent and confident person.

Since I’ve for a lack of better words, shed my shell, I’ve been a lot happier. I’ve learned to deal with situations the way that I truly want to. Without Camp Jewell, none of this would have ever happened. I am so incredible blessed with how my situation turned out and I love watching other campers unfold and crack their own shells. That is what I love most about Camp Jewell; experiencing things for yourself and then watching others do the same. I will forever be thankful for Camp Jewell.
By: Charlotte, Cabin 9A

Shedding her shell- Why Charlotte E. loves Camp Jewell

I grew up with a shell.  A shell to protect me and to filter out the people who would affect me negatively.  In bad situations I would rely on my shell to help me find the safe way out.  In a way, my shell was my friend.  My shell was also my worst enemy.  It kept me from doing things that may not have been the best choice, but that I still really wanted to do.  It kept me from branching out of my comfort zone.  In the end, I was scared of what would happen in I lost my shell.  When I first came to Camp Jewell, I simply expected my shell to help protect me in some cases, and restrict me in others.  But what happened at camp that first year wasn’t any of those things.  Camp Jewell helped me lost my shell.

Ever since day one, all of my cabin mates have accepted me.  I’ve been nurtured in a way that lets me grow by myself.  This was probably the main element that lead me to losing my shell.  For example, my best friend today was a girl I mat at camp my first year.  We kept in touch over the past year and stated right where we left off last year.  She has taught me how to take chances and she believes in mall of the choices I make.  Without these comforting people surrounding me, there is no way I could of become a more independent and confident person. 

Since I’ve for a lack of better words, shed my shell, I’ve been a lot happier.  I’ve learned to deal with situations the way that I truly want to.  Without Camp Jewell, none of this would have ever happened.  I am so incredible blessed with how my situation turned out and I love watching other campers unfold and crack their own shells.  That is what I love most about Camp Jewell; experiencing things for yourself and then watching others do the same.  I will forever be thankful for Camp Jewell. 

                                                                                By: Charlotte E., Cabin 9A

CITs Rock Da Aquarium!

Last Friday the Wilson-Gray Counselors In Training went on their first trip of the summer season. I gathered up the C.I.T’s and we were off to the Mystic Aquarium! Everyone was full of excitement because this was our very first visit. We were welcomed with open arms by the Mystic Aquarium staff. They took us on a tour of their facility and shared fun facts and stories about the animals. We asked them how their staff and facility was able to operate cohesively, they replied team work! We shared with them the 4 core values and how it’s the driving force to our unification. Overall this was a great experience and we can’t wait to go back!

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Although I am the Child Care Director here in East Hartford, I sadly have little to do with our stellar Camp Nowashe. My concentration is primarily early childhood education and school age child care. This week, however, my fabulous boss Mike Kerrigan (author of the wildly popular “Kerrigan’s Korner” blog posts) is on a much-deserved vacation (to move his family to an awesome new house) soooo.. I am on camp duty! I’ll be doing random check-ins at camp this week to make sure everything is running smoothly and with fun!

This morning I arrived to camp in the rain. I was anxious to see what I would find on a day where the kids simply couldn’t play outside. I entered camp to see engaged, smiling, happy campers and their equally-as-enthused counselors! It was only 9am but everyone was already enjoying themselves despite the weather.

I received a warm welcome from many of my former school age child care friends and made my rounds to talk to as many happy campers and counselors as I could.

I left camp feeling super excited that my awesome boss was on vacation this week so I could have some “camp responsibility” and get to have such a great experience on a rainy Monday morning!

Thanks, MK!

Jenn Odorczyk
Child Care Director
East Hartford YMCA