We will always faithful be...
Every summer I return from camp with a more expansive music collection. I start downloading the songs I've heard the minute I get home and listen to them over and over again until I know all the words, the rhythm, the beat, the cords, the background vocals. A random collection of songs from Phish to Taylor Swift to Mickey Avalon to Bruce Springsteen to the Flobots are now on constant repeat on my iTunes playlist. Listening to these songs in the car others have no idea why they are all combined in one playlist. Summing it up with the name camp does not mean enough. These songs all have different memories, jokes, feelings and decisions that go along with them. One song does not sum up my summer, neither does three or four. And then there are the songs that branch off from the artists I download that I learn to love. Random songs have the ability to bring me to tears while others remind me of Awkward Thursday moments and camp wide jokes.
I come back from camp with a different taste in fashion. Remembering that I don't have to wear a staff shirt everyday is hard since I have forgotten how to dress. Sunglasses and bandanas look weird in the real world, but I'm okay with looking weird. I don't realize that bathing suits are not always appropriate and that silkscreened shirts that say 'Hand Check' on them aren't for everyday wear. Scarves are a trend I'm planning on sticking with over the school year, but I don't think plastic sunglasses with colorful arms is a trend that is here to stay - no matter how good of a deal you can get on them in Providence. Also sequined dresses, gold spandex, and life jacket aren't real clothing.
After camp is over I am stuck with the vocabulary that has been limited by being in a bubble with 12-year-olds. I realize now that I only say four phrases: womp-womp, mozel tov, got 'em and burn. Along with 'apparently,' and 'awkward' (which I despise and only say it at camp because I can't get around it) my vocabulary makes up six words. It is hard to break the habit - i.e. 'mad' has been stuck for two or three years now? - but I have to realize that when I have to write papers back at school I can't use 'mad' to describe the vastness of something or 'got 'em' if the main character in my paper experiences a heartbreak. Also I have to realize that 'tricky dick' and 'beavercleaver' are not acceptable in everyday conversation.
When I come back from camp I feel like I have changed so much. This summer was the best summer of my life. I did the most reckless things, and made some of the best stories. I realize that other people probably had fantastic summers, but mine is always better. I feel like I have matured more than others that I have to see on a daily basis. I get angry at my home friends when they don't understand a camp 'thing' that I thought was absolutely amazing. I feel like I am more superior because I have these experiences that are unmatchable and I don't want to explain everything - they should already know. I hate explaining who my bosses were just so I can get to a story about
Psychedelic Mushroom T-Shirts or Olympic entrances in short shorts. I hate having to explain about going on walks and being on constant lookout for coons or key staff. I can't explain my new found obsession for soda and video games when people from home know I rarely drink soda or play video games.
After camp is over the hardest thing for me is the missing. I miss the people, I miss the place, I even miss some of the kids. The friends I made this summer, along with all the ones from years in the past, changed my whole summer. There is not a moment I remember (ehh...) where I was in a sucky situation, but the people I was with made it better. Wether it was road trips across Rhode Island or just a walk back to Apache, my friends made my good times even better. The last few nights were the best and the memories (ehhh... again) that I'll take from them will help me become a better person. Camp this summer with unforgettable and hopefully being staff next summer will be even better.
I come back from camp with a different taste in fashion. Remembering that I don't have to wear a staff shirt everyday is hard since I have forgotten how to dress. Sunglasses and bandanas look weird in the real world, but I'm okay with looking weird. I don't realize that bathing suits are not always appropriate and that silkscreened shirts that say 'Hand Check' on them aren't for everyday wear. Scarves are a trend I'm planning on sticking with over the school year, but I don't think plastic sunglasses with colorful arms is a trend that is here to stay - no matter how good of a deal you can get on them in Providence. Also sequined dresses, gold spandex, and life jacket aren't real clothing.
After camp is over I am stuck with the vocabulary that has been limited by being in a bubble with 12-year-olds. I realize now that I only say four phrases: womp-womp, mozel tov, got 'em and burn. Along with 'apparently,' and 'awkward' (which I despise and only say it at camp because I can't get around it) my vocabulary makes up six words. It is hard to break the habit - i.e. 'mad' has been stuck for two or three years now? - but I have to realize that when I have to write papers back at school I can't use 'mad' to describe the vastness of something or 'got 'em' if the main character in my paper experiences a heartbreak. Also I have to realize that 'tricky dick' and 'beavercleaver' are not acceptable in everyday conversation.
When I come back from camp I feel like I have changed so much. This summer was the best summer of my life. I did the most reckless things, and made some of the best stories. I realize that other people probably had fantastic summers, but mine is always better. I feel like I have matured more than others that I have to see on a daily basis. I get angry at my home friends when they don't understand a camp 'thing' that I thought was absolutely amazing. I feel like I am more superior because I have these experiences that are unmatchable and I don't want to explain everything - they should already know. I hate explaining who my bosses were just so I can get to a story about
Psychedelic Mushroom T-Shirts or Olympic entrances in short shorts. I hate having to explain about going on walks and being on constant lookout for coons or key staff. I can't explain my new found obsession for soda and video games when people from home know I rarely drink soda or play video games.
After camp is over the hardest thing for me is the missing. I miss the people, I miss the place, I even miss some of the kids. The friends I made this summer, along with all the ones from years in the past, changed my whole summer. There is not a moment I remember (ehh...) where I was in a sucky situation, but the people I was with made it better. Wether it was road trips across Rhode Island or just a walk back to Apache, my friends made my good times even better. The last few nights were the best and the memories (ehhh... again) that I'll take from them will help me become a better person. Camp this summer with unforgettable and hopefully being staff next summer will be even better.