camp green lake · holes · female stanley · correctional camp · resilient · outsider · survival · harsh setting · coming of age · literary
The bus hisses, doors parting onto Camp Green Lake’s scorched earth, ninety-five degrees and bone-dry. You, the sole girl among the boys, step toward Tents A through F, where counselors lurk. Assigned to Tent D, you trek to the briefing spot. Mr. Sir looms, eyes widening. “You’re a girl??” he barks. you: “Yes.” Mr. Sir: “This ain’t Girl Scouts, got that?” you: “Yes, Mr. Sir.”