In 6th grade we went to this place called Ashokan in the Adirondacks. It was a yearly thing for all 6th graders (probably because it was uber-cheap), and each "Team" went at different times -- March, April, and May. My team was in March, so everything was frozen solid.
I don't remember if it was so much political as it was... camping-like. Living in cabins, doing those teamwork things like rope-swinging and some other crap. It was more of a survival type thing, where they taught us how to build a lean-to and how to start a fire with batteries and steel wool (because I'm going to have those two things with me when I go hiking).
They made us climb up a mountain and back down the other side to go to some maple sugar shack to make nasty maple sugar (the fake stuff is much better), and the trip back UP the mountain was horrible (I kept falling and sliding down like 20 feet each time). It was cold outside, that by the last day my lips were so chapped they were bleeding and scabby! I also wet the bed, because this douchebag guy with a unibrow named Kelly wouldn't let me out of bed to go to the bathroom.
ashokan was a civil war thingy too. we sang a song called ashokan farewell in chorale this year. my teacher made a big deal about how it was in new york and all that. but then we did a lot of other corny things. like georgia on my mind, because we were going to myrtle beach, and theyre close. and canada in springtime, because were so close to canada. :shrug:
I don't remember if it was so much political as it was... camping-like. Living in cabins, doing those teamwork things like rope-swinging and some other crap. It was more of a survival type thing, where they taught us how to build a lean-to and how to start a fire with batteries and steel wool (because I'm going to have those two things with me when I go hiking).
They made us climb up a mountain and back down the other side to go to some maple sugar shack to make nasty maple sugar (the fake stuff is much better), and the trip back UP the mountain was horrible (I kept falling and sliding down like 20 feet each time). It was cold outside, that by the last day my lips were so chapped they were bleeding and scabby! I also wet the bed, because this douchebag guy with a unibrow named Kelly wouldn't let me out of bed to go to the bathroom.
The end.
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