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Year 10 Camp - Cape to Cape

Posted by Cara M. | Found in: Secondary

It can be said that Year 10 camp was like something taken out of a Bear Grylls episode. Most students resorted to alternate options for happiness during the 'life-threatening' hike to fend off the 'feral creatures', both students and teachers alike. Bags of various sustenance was passed through the groups like food among the starved. This was the building block of many temporary friendly relationships fueled by the need for a sugary resurrection. Many of these temporary friendships (with Friendship being theme of the camp) blossomed once as students shared food during the enduring times.

Whilst our relationships grew, with every passing day, each groups’ hopes of having a non-toxic edible meal slowly disintegrated. I found that our genius food plan, wasn’t so 'genius' in practice as we nearly left with more food than we came with. Therefore, “Mum” figureheads were born from within the groups. People allocated to the roles of cooking, cleaning up, bossing around and making sure everyone had their lunch. Tempers broke and tallies were created for how many times someone wore a particular item. 

Therefore, for a brief period, the torrential rain was a chance for everyone to be reborn into a cleaner state with “washed” clothes however some students went swimming at the beach whilst walking so came back as a cold salty heap. A communal washing line was set up underneath a gazebo which was genius until someone didn’t claim the underwear left on it whilst packing up.  

The teachers, the superior beings allocating bedtimes and when to have fun. For the brief period when Mr. Meyer and Mr. Elsing were there, everyone acted a little more ‘civilised’, spraying an extra inch of deodorant on and maybe covering their greasy head with a hat or beanie. 

However, with Mr. Lee’s weird competitive monopoly deal, Mr. Rosolin’s intense “strategy” night games which just involved teachers chasing students, and the insanely competitive, vicious and intense games of Dog and Bone between Mr. Rosolin and Mr. Hewson, there was always a constant controlled chaos vibe when all three teachers were together.

The Busselton campsite was like heaven by comparison. The line for the showers appeared never ending. As it was the last day, my group resorted to 2-minute noodles for dinner which, at the time, was food of the Kings. Other groups were having burgers and pasta but theirs lacked simplicity and so our meal was easily the most wanted. The last night was spent - in my case - talking to the group in our opposite dormitory through the thin door. 

Even after everything, personally, I went through a post-camp depression or at the very least fond recent nostalgic memories. 

I realised that even after initial disliking the idea of the camp, which was “relationships”, surprisingly I had developed some good ones. Even if they were made after being given a lollipop or inadvertently over hearing late night conversations. Without our mobile phones, we were inclined to interact with each other and create small talk. Opening lines such as “I’m soaked to the skin” or “I would rather be anywhere other than here right now” were often used. I’d like to say thank you to all the teachers that went, it was a fantastic camp.