Two summers ago I went to sleep away camp in Cape Cod. One night all of us were in our cabin talking before we went to bed. Our counselor was at a meeting with the other counselors. Earlier that day we had been disappointed to find out that our counselor didn’t schedule our favorite activity in time, water tubing, so we wouldn’t be able to do it. All of us were kind of annoyed and aggravated. I was tired and close to falling a sleep but some other girls in our cabin were bad mouthing our counselor and saying how she was so bad at her job. I regret it now, but at the time I agreed with them. The conversation went on and then something happened that was unexpected. Our counselor came in the cabin, and we could tell something wasn’t right. She seemed very unhappy, and she told us that she heard the whole thing because she had been sitting at the picnic table not too far away. We were all shocked. How could we have been so mean? She left the cabin and shortly after we found her crying. Beside her was another counselor comforting her. We all said we were incredibly sorry about everything that was said. Still, I wish that I had stuck up for her.
