A Chicken Friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg, even though they know you are slightly cracked. You both help each other to stay sunny side up. Your strength, your determination and your courage together is egg-ceptional. This type of friendship is pretty much impossible to beat.
Chevy was part of our staff group in 2017 and is back with us for 2018. Chevy is a transgender male, he has written a blog about his previous experience as a camper growing up on the west coast, and, as a counselor with us (click here to read). We wanted to ask Chevy a few more questions about why Hawkeye is different from other camps and why diversity matters to him as a member of the transgender community.
Here is the interview we had with Chevy in January of 2018:
Why was it important to you to find a camp that had experience with the transgender...
This post is courtesy of Chevy Whitson, a first year counselor at Camp Hawkeye in 2017 and a lifelong camp person. It is based on Chevy's experiences growing up going to overnight camp, applying for a job at overnight camp, and flying across the country and working at Hawkeye last summer. Great thanks to Chevy for sharing a little about his experience. We've already rehired Chevy for Summer Staff 2018 and look forward to seeing him at Hawkeye then!
The first day of school is always going to be nerve-wracking. You're meeting new people who you'll spend...
‘I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world’
(click here to listen to the song)
Stop that song on the radio.
Don’t turn over that photo.
All of the things I do to avoid reminiscing about camp. I won’t be able to feel then. I won’t feel the sadness of being away from everyone. I won’t miss the love and affection you get from so many people, everyday. I won’t miss the fresh air, that beautiful surrounding. I take...
Where are you from?
No, I mean where are you really from?
On my travels, people look at me and seem to have an idea of who I am. Where I come from, what my name must be and what I must sound like. They seem sort of confused by what I wear nonetheless they seem to have a pretty good idea of what makes me ‘me’. Until I open my mouth.
When people hear me speak, I see the flash of confusion spread across their face. I see their eyes wonder, their mind going around in circles. I count down the time until I’m asked my favourite...