1 March 1982

Mon Mar I

Camp! Dl sent us to the wrong place to start with + we spend 2 1/2 hours standing about in the rain. Put up the tents – 12 of us in 1 10 man tent. Tea took 1 1/2 hours. Milo is quite nice. One 4Ha beggar called Donaldson is a pain

You can tell how excited I was at the prospect of going away to camp by the fact that it hasn’t been mentioned at any point in the lead up to me going.

From what I recall, this camp was not an optional event. Three or four entire forms were going to camp and that was the end of it. Ending up in entirely the wrong place clearly wasn’t a part of the plan, a situation made all the more amusing by the fact that we were not very far from Auckland and you would really expect the teachers in charge of the trip to have checked the place out before we went there anyway. It put a bit of a dent in Mr D’Almeida’s hitherto impregnable hide, that’s for sure.

I remember Donaldson as a nasty, spiteful piece of work. My descriptions of him as ‘.a beggar’ and being ‘…a pain’ were definitely tempered by the knowledge that my parents might read what I wrote and disappove if I used the epithets that I really wanted to. He was just one of those children who was deeply unpleasant and, frankly, probably still is as an adult. That he must have been quite bright – the ‘4Ha’ should have been ‘4Wa’ and referred to Mr Walker’s class, which contained the top pupils in our year – just makes it all the worse, really.

The curious thing is that, whilst I remember clearly the kind of person Donaldson was, I can’t remember what it was that he did. Which just goes to show that you never get a second chance to make a first impression, especially when you are doing so to an opinionated fourteen year old who owns a diary!



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