Camp is such a good time for forging personal relationships and this one was no exception. Two new first years, Lennon and Patience took on the roles of camp master/mistress and did a splendid job. Not sure why the first years are getting lumped with this task nowadays - but they seem to do a great job of it.
The four talks (Lance, Tashinga, Wadzanai, and Willard) addressed the subject of Faith, Hope and Love (and The Greatest of These). The content and material was very late in supply this year, but they seemed to go well and good reports were received.
Barbra did a fantastic job of the games and events and seemed to have a never-ending supply of ideas up her sleeve (she has a big sleeve). The most notable occurrence was the awesome back-kick goal scored by Bridget, who was subsequently paraded on the shoulders of the guys who had never even achieved such a feat in their dreams.
The treasure hunt once again proved to be an activity of mixed emotions. It really is not fun hearing celebration whoops from the winning team when you are still trying to solve your first clue. A wail of despair was heard in particular from John Stuart, pointing to a breeze block at the guys toilets "Do you think that looks like St John's cross?".
In general, the staff and committee assessment was a positive one, but we need to be watchful of the tendancy to just let camp run like we always do, and just "turn the wheels". Camp registrations were very late due to the financial pressures that the students are experiencing, but we need to be a bit more proactive next time in inviting and encouraging folk to sign up at the beginning of the semester.
All in all, it was a good laugh...
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