I have no excuse for not being as conscientious a blogger as the rest of the camp directors--I just wanted to collapse at the end of each day and hang out with my kids, and I have horrible, slow dial-up, and...well, they're all just excuses, and lame ones, at that. Also, I'm really intimidated by the wonderful posts from the other camps. And to top it off, my camera, with all the camp photos, went missing sometime Friday afternoon. Is it at Pine Mountain? Somewhere in the Challenger Center? Lost in my van? Who knows? You'll just have to imagine the images. But here it is, the last post from Perry County.
Thursday went wonderfully. After centers, we traveled to the Buckhorn dam, where we were able to see how the locks work and learn all about the flood control functions of the lake. We also learned about snakes, and amidst much shrieking and squealing, we all got to hold two friendly ball pythons, Kira and Lucy. This excitement was courtesy of the Army Corps of Engineers, who are responsible for maintaining the lake. There is a term that is much in vogue among environmentalists and child advocates now--
Nature Deficit Disorder. Sometimes I worry that I focus on the "camp" part of Reading Camp more than the "reading" part, but I really believe that learning to see ourselves as stewards of the earth is just as important, in the long run, as being able to read.
Friday was the last day for the Perry County Reading Camp--a poignant last day for me, since I won't be the director of the Perry County Camp next year. (My children are growing up so fast, and I begrudge every moment I spend away from them, so I'm stepping back from the Perry County camp, although I plan to remain active on the steering committee and with other camps. By the time my little girl, Lily, is old enough for mini-camp at
the Domain, my son, Carson, will be sixteen--he can be a counselor at the Domain Reading Camp 2013, I can be a a teacher, and Lily can go to mini-camp! But enough personal stuff.)
The kids rolled into the centers with the usual:
"So now, will I be able to come back next year?"
"What if I stay back a grade?"
"I can do this next year at the Domain or Pine Mountain but spend the night too?!"
"You should really do Reading Camp for fifth graders!"
"When can we go hiking again?"
"I want a snake. Do you think my mom will get me a snake for a pet?"
(Okay, so that last one wasn't usual, but after our Thursday snake visit, lots of the kids are convinced that a ball python is the perfect pet...)
After a rowdy start, the kids settled down for one last day of centers. I'm always amazed at how much learning we manage to pack into just one week. Our curriculum is incredibly effective. One of the primary pedogogical constructs of Reading Camp, one that we repeat frequently, is that Reading Camp doesn't look like school. We play games! We offer lots of personal attention! We make kids see that they can be successful and that reading is fun! I can't help wondering what life would be like if school were more like Reading Camp--every child nurtured, cosseted, loved. Education made fun. Attention given where it is needed. A Utopian ideal, for sure, but perhaps one worth striving for.
We capped off the week with a visit to the Challenger Center. Located on the campus of Hazard Community and Technical College,
the Challenger Center is an amazing experience for school kids. Tom Cravens, the director, has been a long-time supporter of the Perry County Reading Camp. The kids were able to visit the Mars Invasion exhibits, and explore water erosion, gravity, centrifugal force, and much more.
Our campers looked forward to this all week, and they were thrilled to get to visit the Challenger Center. After they explored the exhibits,
we made homemade icecream in a bag (if you haven't tried this, do it this weekend!!), and then, suddenly, camp was over. I handed the kids over to their parents, and hugged Dwight, Shelly, Tyne, and Jimmie Dunn, who would be heading to Pine Mountain. I have to say that the counselors are amazing people. This would make the third camp in a row for Dwight and Tyne, and the second for Shelly and Jimmie. We work hard to make camp an amazing experience for the campers, but for me, the experience of the counselors has always been just as central. I feel so blessed to have gotten to work with Major Tim Cory, the instructor for the Perry County JROTC. I've never respected anyone more--if you want to be encouraged about the education system in general, teenagers overall, and the possiblity of adults making a very real difference in the lives of young people, then you need to meet Major Tim Cory. I can't emphasize how lucky I've been to get to know him. I count his friendship as one of the great gifts of Reading Camp. The JROTC kids have been incredible, and I look forward to working with them again.
Friday afternoon, the last kid pulled out of the parking lot, and the counselors pulled out in my van, loaded with materials for
Pine Mountain. The Perry County Reading Camp was over for another year. We helped eighteen kids to become better readers, and the lives of the teachers and counselors were enriched in the process. Is there really anything more to say? This ministry is so important. The phrase "what would Jesus do" has become a one-note pop-culture joke, riffed upon, satirized and ridiculed. I'm no theologian, but I can tell you this: Jesus would do Reading Camp. Maybe he'd be that inexperienced teacher we stick in Pleasure Reading, the one who looks a child in the eye and says "Read to me. We've got time."
Maybe he'd be the counselor who not only puts up with but finds a way to love the clingy, needy child hanging off his elbow and demanding constant attention.
Maybe he'd be the support staff person who prints out, sorts, and cuts photos, making sure all the children have some to put in their journals.
Maybe he'd be a parishioner, writing a check and offering support.
Or maybe, just maybe, Jesus would be a little child. Maybe he'd be a child who didn't read so well. A child who was always in trouble at school, who acted out and up, who made teachers roll their eyes and grit their teeth. A child who just needed a little extra help and little extra love. Who knows how Jesus would show himself? I don't claim to know. But I know this: Jesus would do Reading Camp.
-Jenny Williams, Camp Director and Reading Camp Steering Committee member.