Hellllooo Fellas!

Hey guys. I am now back from the 78611. Having spent the last three weeks swimming, splashing, running(... I KNOW!) belaying, crafting, screaming, laughing, crying and making some of the best memories ever, I wish I was staying for a Fourth Term at CLH Indian Springs. The title of this post happens to be a quote from a relatively obscure line in the hit movie Bridesmaids. This line as well as the word "sure," both belonging to Rebel Wilson's character Bree brought me small time fame this term. What started as my response to just about everything that happens at camp(from a camper asking to climb to my dog inflicted wound), became a universal response for many. Water Polo at Lady Lake? Sure.  You're floating all five Mile Swims? Sure. Candy Bars at Refreshments? Sure. Of course both "sure," and "hello fellas" are to be said in a backstreet British accent. However, winning the "Hello Fellas" award was not the highlight of my term. Fourth Term is my home, and this was my first time to attempt three weeks at Camp Longhorn, and It couldn't have been better. Nothing is better for the soul then spending your days for three weeks making people happy, and my personal favorite making them laugh. As the Camp Longhorn song states, "No place on Earth, where truer friends you'll know." This is so true! Being away from my home term I was so nervous to find friends and fit in with a group of people I didn't know. I was so happy to find myself making fast friends that will last a lifetime. I have never laughed as hard or as much as I did in the company of campers, counselors and even directors! I also shared a fews tears, which even made me friends. This little anecdote I am about to tell is just an example of what kind of amazing people you find at CLH, and how they make it what it is.

                       Friday, July 13th, 2012. I just spent Quiet Time in an epic battle with the internet trying 

                       to complete a homework assignment for a Geology class I foolishly attempted to take 

                       during camp. Of course I called home, and pleaded with my father to assist me while I 

                       resumed my duties of the day. Even though he said he would try, I was in tears of frustr

                       -ation and suffering from a classic bout of homework anxiety, of which I am known to

                       suffer. I made my way to Refreshments still emotional and in search of some Kit Kat bar

                       related therapy. Being Friday, it was of course Frog Day(a day in which you wear green)
                       and so all of Camp was wandering down the hill with their refreshments toward the lake 
                       for the Frog Day show. Having experienced a significant amount of rain on and off at
                       camp, the ground was still a little slick. My mind else where, my Chacos slipped on to
                       the asphalt and I completely ate it. Amidst campers and counselors alike I found myself
                       sitting on the ground, Kit Kat still in hand with a bloody leg and tears welling up in my
                       eyes. No sooner did I fall then did a girl I then barely knew, help me up and say "Lets go
                       to Pit" ( the nurse). Feeling instantly comforted I hobbled along, and found myself sitting 
                       in the Pit Stop, crying, eating a Kit Kat bar and laughing while the nurses tended to my  
                       minor wounds. It seems so small now that I see it in writing. But the simple action of h
                       -elping me up and removing me from the situation started a friendship I will never ever 
                       forget. 
There are so many more stories like this. But this stands out to me because it shows how a complete stranger became a close friend. While working on my Chaco tan, I remembered what it was like to be amongst people who all want the same thing as you, to make those three weeks, the best three weeks ever. To live by the Golden Rule, and to do good. I know this is so sappy. But whenever I come back from Camp, I come with a full heart. I can't wait for next summer, and a 10th year of fun.


xoxo,
ACE