As I sit in my desk in the auditorium of our school, fiddling with a guitar pick I found in my pocket, my mind wanders. Having just finished my final exam, summer is really here. And in my mind, summer means one thing – camp. For the past two weeks or so it’s all I’ve talked about, all I’ve thought about, all I’ve looked forward to.
The calendar I have on my wall is filled with days that have been crossed out, but when I look at the big empty page of June, the fact that camp is less than twenty-five days away seems so unreal. Well, the page is almost empty; June 24th is decorated with the words CAMP STARTS! in big letters.
Camp really has been on my mind for a long time; I dedicated my Art Class final exam project — a collage about my life — to camp. It has the Camp Alleghany tents, two girls unswamping a canoe, and the state of West Virginia, which I cut out from a map, with Lewisburg boldly underlined.
Also, in my French oral exam, all I talked about was how excited I was for camp to start! I talked about the different activities I’m going to take, the various events that take place after dinner, and just general things I do at camp. Très bon, non?
Friends are forever
But the thing I’m most excited about is seeing my friends. Even after a couple days of going to camp, I have a handful of new sisters that become a huge part of my life. Being away from them during the school year sometimes makes me miss them so much that it hurts. But it makes reuniting with them all the more fun!
Throughout the year, my camp friends and I talk on Facebook, text, and even write each other letters in order to keep in touch (writing letters isn’t just for during camp and I’m a passionate letter writer, a great pen pal if I do say so myself). During the final month before camp, we always post online about how many days left until camp, and the excitement for camp really grows.
During the final week before camp it starts to get crazy. I’m looking for last-minute things that I need to gather, I’m beginning to pack, and I continue to talk with my friends about the countdown.
Sleepless in Staunton
But it’s the night before camp starts that the jitters really start to set in. You know how, when you’re little, and it’s Christmas Eve, your parents have to remind you to go to sleep because you’re so excited you just can’t seem to fall asleep? That’s what it’s like the night before camp.
I may be sleep deprived, but it’s all rewarded when I step off the barge onto the familiar land that is Camp. I really can’t wait! (Oh, and “Go Blue!”)
–Chloë Cook, Third Year Camper, Upstarts, Hopper, Camp Alleghany for Girls