The summer between my junior and senior year of college, I worked as a camp counselor with another girl in my sorority, Alison.

Ali was one year ahead of me, and unlike most of our “sisters” at the elite private school we attended, she and I were both “scholarship kids” — so that in itself made us bond pretty easily. For us, a steady summer job meant extra money for books, dues, and any number of mandatory social expenses for our sorority — plus the fact that we got to live at this beautiful lakeside camp rent-free. Camp rules, though, mandated that even counselors were subject to an enforced curfew and a no-tolerance policy for alcohol — but still, you can imagine the kinds of things that bored 18- to 22-year-olds would try to get up to during those buffer weeks of total downtime... Leer Más