Summer Camp memories
Jul. 11, 2010 3:47 pm
Updated: Jul. 14, 2010 10:01 pm
It's finally starting to dawn on me that in just 6 days, I'll be in Easton, Pennsylvania for a three week crash course in ethical biology. Aka summer camp for nerds. There will still be campfire s'mores and ultimate frisbee, but most of the campers will
be bilingual and a high enough SAT score to skip the rest of high school. This began last year as my parents pushed me into what will no doubt be a long and arduous journey towards the perfect college resume. I remember taking one look around the cafeteria
during the welcome lunch as 40 kids ages 13 to 17 chanted "there was a moose... Who drank a lot of juice... There waaaaas a mooooose..." Great, I thought. My reputation and spirit would be crushed in one fell swoop.
But as days turned into weeks, I grew very fond of the camp and made many friends. That year I had opted to take a course in oceanography, led by a boisterous ex-sailor named Shawna. Shawna taught me cartography skills which actually stuck with me long enough
to be of service on my geography final exam. I developed a new appreciation for marine wildlife and learned to identify invasive species both local and foreign. My classmates were opinionated and engaging. Friendships formed quickly, and I still talk to the
girls from my dorm regularly on facebook.
Cooky camp traditions which at first made me feel alienated now trigger a wistful sigh. Every friday night there was a dance, at which the last song was American Pie. We would sway for the first few verses in a circle, then transform into a violent mosh pit
at the chorus. The camp's mascot, the grey squirrel, was constantly referenced and chased at every spotting. Wednesday morning meant big buttery pancakes, and it was a good thing to remember. Field trips were taken on the notorious "Bumpy," a large yellow
bus with deflated tires.
On the very last day I made tearful goodbyes and clung to misshapen friendship bracelets like life preservers. We gathered in the cafeteria for one last meal as the next session's campers began to take over the building. They looked at me a little funny as
I sang the moose song loud and proud, but boy was it worth it when I see the smile on my face in a picture my friend took of us. I'm very much looking forward to this year's session. My only regret is that I won't be blogging for a while. I promise to come
back with a hilarious s'mores story, though.