Aim for the Stars

“Camp Bnos Beis Shalva can corner the market. You’ve been selected because you can help us reach the stars. As such we accept nothing less than perfection. Every camper must be electrified every curfew met every mother thrilled enough to guilt her sister-in-law into signing up next year. Got it?”

C hana discreetly tried to stretch out her cramped feet. So far it had been 45 minutes of rules. Sunscreen every day meds only from the nurse… when would they get the itineraries? The redhead beside her was scribbling frantically in a notebook. Now they were up to the technology rules.

Chana closed her eyes wondering how Shani’s orientation was going. Had she made a mistake by refusing to work in the same camp? She shook her head hard. No touring Europe would be fun but with Shani always one-upping her it wouldn’t be worth it. Anyhow a cross-country trip would be amazing. She’d always dreamed of seeing the Grand Canyon.

Mrs. Konig droned on. Chana tried to rearrange her features into an expression of polite interest like the one a receptionist gives when you take her “how are you?” literally. But wait was this the itinerary at last?