You will be living, as well as working, at Camp Mather.  Our community consists of 48 city employees, 3 volunteers, 5 store workers, 6 corral workers, and a weekly group of 500 guests. Answer this question:  What will you do to make our community a great place to live — for us as well as for our guests?

BE a positive and influence and use the summer to not only gain beautiful personal experiences but help others do so by keeping communication open and honest and keeping the larger sociological implications of my place within the Camp Mather community mind. I will be at camp to first and foremost to serve the guests and make sure that their highly anticipated week in the Yosemite area goes as smoothly and carefree as possible.

With our local government and services shrinking, Camp Mather, a family camp run by the city and county of San Francisco is an enigma that I am so ideologically enchanted by that working for its continued existence is an obvious choice for me. People come to Camp Mather to bond with their loved ones and meet other local families. This magical space is unique in the sense that each family has the opportunity to connect to the San Francisco population in a beautiful space away from distraction. In our highly autonomous society, such spaces are dwindling, especially with our social services in debt that is directly linked the global financial crisis.

I am a huge believer that positive familial relationships are the root of a healthy society. This Summer I want to be a part of a space that engenders those relationships.

Last year at Camp Mather, I made friends that I still keep in touch with and had sex with the big man on campus after my boyfriend decided that he was above menial labor and left me in Yosemite the fuckingn girly ass entitled bitch he was. Once the summer was over and and we had to get back to real life, X, decided that I just wanted him for sex while he “was..I mean pretty clear with you” about how he felt after I hung out with him and his friends in a god damn park, drinking mickeys, playing horse shoes and listening to them talk about fantasy football for 3 hours. Literally. 3 fucking hours of my life. I mean I get it. Today’s societal standards for men as terribly hard to keep up and all, but I’m certainly not going to put up with your chauvinistic fat friends for most of the day until we’re alone together and you can grunt out the few primitive feelings that you can still experience after drinking and smoking them all away for the past 8 years.

But anyway X isn’t coming back this year and neither are the 3 really good friends I made. So I guess my hope is that most of last year’s staff won’t be returning either and I’ll get to meet some new people, and if that doesn’t happen and I’m stuck with the vapid and barely coherent fucks from last year’s upper Shang,I plan on bringing a ton of fucking books and sitting around thinking about how disgusting and entitled everyone is.

Claudia, hire me because I think you like me, and other than the whole Alfonzo situation, I was a pretty good employee who didn’t give you any trouble.

Love Nadia.