Like most other Girl Scout leaders out there (and I am not talking about our heroes, those leaders who came to scouting because they just WANTED to), I became a Girl Scout leader because there was no one else. The nice lady from our service unit essentially explained to me, “Well, if you want a troop you can have a troop! You just have to lead a troop.” Accompanied by the very famous “It only takes about an hour a week,” which is epic in it’s very Little White Lie-ness.
Now here I am four years later, much grayer, about a thousand percent snarkier, and completely enmeshed in Girl Scout life.
I volunteered to work at two (TWO!) Girl Scout camps this summer. Thus I am swimming in swaps, because I need roughly 150 for each camp.
I just got back from taking three girls to the Hershey Park Girl Scout Camporee. (Needed swaps for that, too!)
I’m fully enmeshed in the Neverending Service Project of Doooooom. (But there is a light at the end of that tunnel; we’re done this Saturday. DONE.)
In a nutshell, yes, I am crazy.
Girl Scout crazy!
Or maybe just Girls Who Are Scouts crazy. Since I don’t always love the Girl Scout program as it’s written. But that’s a rant for another day. Besides, what I do love are the girls and the magic that happens when you get the girls together at the right time, in the right place, and with the right support; and that is really what this blog is all about!