The Twenty Something Guide to Summer Camp

summer camp

Alternatively titled, everything I know I learned at summer camp

Public Service Announcement: Again with the bias, but working at summer camp is the best part-time job. This might be exclusive to my summer camp (because obviously, we’re the greatest one ever).

Dear Twenty Somethings,

Wow, a Wednesday post? I didn’t want my open letter to get in the way of what I wanted to talk about this week. So here is another post, even though it doesn’t have the same fun alliteration that The Twenty-Something Truth Tuesday has (and even though you ‘re probably already tired of reading my posts).

Moving on, let’s get to my favourite subject – camp. If you know me (or have read my post about “real” jobs) knows that I love working at a summer camp. It’s hard to explain it to anyone who has not worked at one or been a camper. Judging by the response on my last post about “real” jobs, it does resonate with camp people and they too echoed that sentiment- from the outside looking in, you don’t really get it. Hence, I’m here to help with this handing dandy “Twenty Something Guide”.


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The Truth about a “Real” Job

summer camp is a real job

Alternatively titled, why working at a summer camp should be considered a “real” (and best) job

Public Service Announcement: I may be biased but if you don’t consider working at a camp a “real” job…


Just kidding. I don’t hate you but you’re wrong

Dear Twenty Somethings,

I rarely admit this but I’m closer to the end of the twenty-something spectrum. I know what you’re thinking- “but Sam, you possess the flawless skin and peppy personality of a twenty-three-year-old.” I know, I’m blessed with youthful appearance (only a curse when people think I’m in high school and call me “sweetie”), but my age is scarily approaching the thirty-something mark (yikes!) At least I’m young at heart, right?

Back in 2015, I had spent the year post teacher’s college struggling to find a job in my field. I worked my little butt off in the retail industry trying to make money but it wasn’t what I wanted to do with my life- my passion was working with kids (aka unemployment city without that retail life). While having drinks before a Jays game (obviously) with a very dear friend, she suggested a temporary solution to help me get experience with children- working at a camp. Being the self-proclaimed old hag old maid maturely aged lady, I worried that I was too old to work at a summer camp. Like many people, I had a limited view of working at a camp, and perhaps even may have considered it not being a “real job”.

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The Truth about Regrets

Alternatively titled, why the idea of having “no regrets” is stupid

Public Service Announcement: My apologies to those people who claim to live with no regrets for this post.

Regrets are like pimples- we all have had them (if you haven’t, I hate you), we all pretend they don’t exist, but they make us who we are today.

In my humble opinion, cliches such as “never regret anything that once made you smile” and “live with no regrets” are bull. It’s just another thing shoved down the throats of all twenty-somethings that make us feel guilty for regretting things. I consider myself Wonder Woman, here to save us all from this fallacy. So, say it with me now, “it’s okay to have regrets”. For those in the back, I repeat it’s okay to have regrets.

Sometimes, I can be a shitty person. I’ve done things in the past that I regret, mostly because they were shitty or stupid. However, if I pretend that I have no regrets that makes me even shittier. My regrets are acknowledgments that I’m not always the smartest, funniest or nicest person in the room (and boy is that hard to admit because I’m hilarious AND cute AND humble AND the sweetest person that you’ll ever meet obviously). I refuse to live the “no regrets” lifestyle- my regrets and mistakes have led me to the person I am today. I use them as reminders of who I once was, who I want to be, and who I never want to be again. In honour of having regrets, here is a collection of mine.

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The Truth about Grief

Alternatively titled, I’m doing okay but pressing Publish is hard

Public Service Announcement: This week’s topic is very dark. It’s not meant to garner sympathy, although it is slightly more for my own catharsis. I’m perfectly fine I just felt a strong need to write this out. It’s also pretty long so read at your own risk!

Dear Twenty Somethings,

I apologize for the second more serious post in a blog that is supposed to make light of the precarious world of being a twenty-something. However, the purpose of The Twenty Something Truth is also to have an honest conversation about the reality of living in our twenties. Unfortunately, grief can be part of that reality.

The farther along in the healing process, the more perspective you gain. As much I appreciate the support, you don’t need to send me concerned messages because I am doing perfectly okay.  I’m in a much better place now, and I wrote this piece more in hopes of reaching someone who is going through a tough time or reaching someone who has already been through grief to help them acknowledge that there are others who have experienced the same. Without further ado, here are my truths about grief.

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The Truth about Dating

Alternatively titled, is the quality of single men seemingly lacking or is there something wrong with me?

Public Service Announcement- Today’s PSA is mostly directed at my family. If you are, in any way, related to me, please stop reading this post. Go click on this one– you’ll be happier. Ignorance is bliss. You’re welcome!

Dear Twenty Somethings,

In wake of last week’s serious post, I decided to write about something much more hilarious- dating. Recently, I came across the Single Girl, Serenity Prayer (prompting me to start writing this post) and have barely stopped laughing since.

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Connie Sun and her comics, particularly , speak to me. Maybe I’ve just had a long string of bad dates and bad relationship; maybe I just am “unlucky in love”. Or maybe, just MAYBE dating is the actual worst. Okay, maybe not actually the worst. There’s still natural disasters, the threat of nuclear war, hatred, and Nickleback to contend with, but I digress. Really, the only thing worse than dating and being single (and all the other actual problems in the world) is the contrived things people say to single people, but that’s a post for another day.

Sometimes, when a slight feeling of desperation and loneliness hit, I delve into the world of online dating a.k.a. BIG MISTAKE. There are a ton of websites and apps to help with this, each one as seemingly horrible as the last. Here are just a few of the gem messages I have received (names and pictures hidden to protect the idiots innocents):

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