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Spent the weekend, like every Memorial Day weekend, at the oh so heavenly Camp Letts in Edgewater, MD. Familycampfamilycampfamilycamp...Two grandparants, an aunt and uncle, one mom, and one six year old cousin. I love my family to death, but I definitely felt the absence of my sister. I spent a lot of time being jealous of the other teens with teen siblings and cousins and friends to hang out with- and likewise, I spent a lot of time contemplating and reflecting on that jealousy; the desire to be among peers, to be something else, the unthinking impulse to "fit in". In the end I came out with a pretty nice poem, which I'll post later. This was also my tenth year at camp letts, so I also did some reflecting on time and growth and aging and how every time I go back there it's like no time has passed at all/
Between all that teen angst and contemplation was the usual slew of sun and water and character-building-effort that YMCA camps are so well known for. I got a pretty sweet bruise doing highropes. Also got a bulls eye doing archery, and you know that felt awesome. On Sunday evening there was an extensively silly game of vollyball, in place of the usual staff vs. campers game-which brings me to the fact that, unfortunately, there was not the usual slew of counselors-with-pretty-british-accents. There weren't that many counselors at all. It was seriously understaffed this year, and I have no idea why.
I decided to skip my last first swim team practice of the season, and instead had dinner at my grandparent's house.
OHMIGODEVERYTHINGISHAPPENINGNEXTWEEKENDHOWWILLISURVIVE.
College in two months. Yessssssssss.
Love,
shaina
Between all that teen angst and contemplation was the usual slew of sun and water and character-building-effort that YMCA camps are so well known for. I got a pretty sweet bruise doing highropes. Also got a bulls eye doing archery, and you know that felt awesome. On Sunday evening there was an extensively silly game of vollyball, in place of the usual staff vs. campers game-which brings me to the fact that, unfortunately, there was not the usual slew of counselors-with-pretty-british-accents. There weren't that many counselors at all. It was seriously understaffed this year, and I have no idea why.
I decided to skip my last first swim team practice of the season, and instead had dinner at my grandparent's house.
OHMIGODEVERYTHINGISHAPPENINGNEXTWEEKENDHOWWILLISURVIVE.
College in two months. Yessssssssss.
Love,
shaina