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happens at the end of each session. We pushed our imaginations to the limit in projecting Bollywood films on the ceiling of the chadar while we danced to Slumdog Millionaire's Jai Ho. We made curried popcorn on the front mirpeset (porch) of the chadar ochel and henna painted kids arms. And then just as we had Bollwood tossed to us, we tossed it away to become the next thing: the audience at the last medurah (bonfire) of the summer. Jokes were told, acts were heckled, two Bogrim were covered in shaving cream by the time the fire went out, and torches were passed from one person to another for who will be joking and heckling in the summer
of 2011. Definitely both sad and exciting at the same time. And we, the Jack of all Trades madrichim tell the chanichim (campers) that it will all be okay, and that they will see their friends at Fall Seminar, our weekend-overnight in early fall. 
chanichim had already forgotten and were ready for the next thing. The Bonim tried to weasel their way into getting the largest scoops possible and the Chalutzim created their best sundae for a Saturday night.
When applying to work at Galil we aren't just appling to be madrichim (counselors). We also accept that being here means being kind of a jack of all trades. We go from wait staff to programmers to nurturers to rule-enforcers from teams to coaches to chefs and party planners. The madrichim part is a constant, but every day multiple other variables are thrown in and we need to be able to play with whatever gets tossed our way.
Last night for example, we had to transform the chadar ochel (dining hall) into a Bollywood Party for the Final Mesiba (party) that
happens at the end of each session. We pushed our imaginations to the limit in projecting Bollywood films on the ceiling of the chadar while we danced to Slumdog Millionaire's Jai Ho. We made curried popcorn on the front mirpeset (porch) of the chadar ochel and henna painted kids arms. And then just as we had Bollwood tossed to us, we tossed it away to become the next thing: the audience at the last medurah (bonfire) of the summer. Jokes were told, acts were heckled, two Bogrim were covered in shaving cream by the time the fire went out, and torches were passed from one person to another for who will be joking and heckling in the summer of 2011. Definitely both sad and exciting at the same time. And we, the Jack of all Trades madrichim tell the chanichim (campers) that it will all be okay, and that they will see their friends at Fall Seminar, our weekend-overnight in early fall. And then, just like with any other Saturday night at machaneh, all of the chanichim headed up to the chadar ochel to get glida (ice cream). The madatz transformed into ice cream scoopers, and the chadar ochel like an ice cream parlor, contrary to the Bollywood that existed there just 90 minuts before. You would have never known that anything else was there, and it was as if the
chanichim had already forgotten and were ready for the next thing. The Bonim tried to weasel their way into getting the largest scoops possible and the Chalutzim created their best sundae for a Saturday night. Tonight the mayhem proceeds with a trip to Las Vegas and performances and presentations guaranteed to make everyone laugh and cry. Guaranteed.
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