07/25/10: Lack Of Updates
Not much to say except that I'm sorry for the recent lack in updates. Summer fun ya'll.
Sleep Away
07/24/10: Sleep Away
You will not believe all of the cool stuff you get to do at sleep away camp. From capture the flag to all-you-can-eat breakfast buffets (which, if I may add, include bacon), it always packs a bunch of fun. It's true that I also had classes (this being Northwestern University Spark Camp), but I forgot about them immediately after I left the classroom. This was partially caused by the fact that I had afternoon choices, whether it be beach day or soccer, there was always something to do.
The People
Did I mention that we had roommates? It's true. Obviously boys and girls slept in different dorms (this being a college we slept in dorms and had RA's). I shared a room with a kid named Gabriel. He was really nice and we stayed up all night talking. My RA's name was Max, he was fun except when we were walking to go somewhere (again, this being a campus, we walked basically everywhere,) he seemed obsessed with straight lines, even when we were tired and groggy, during our 7:15 trek to breakfast, he seemed set on us remaining in a straight line. On to my teachers. I took creative writing as my class of choice, not that I wanted to (parent force obviously), but I did. Our main teacher was pleasant and helped when I needed it. The problem with her was that she was not around much. Her assistant's face always turned to a scowl when she looked at me and responded to me like she was responding to an infant. EEK.
The Schedule
You will not believe all of the cool stuff you get to do at sleep away camp. From capture the flag to all-you-can-eat breakfast buffets (which, if I may add, include bacon), it always packs a bunch of fun. It's true that I also had classes (this being Northwestern University Spark Camp), but I forgot about them immediately after I left the classroom. This was partially caused by the fact that I had afternoon choices, whether it be beach day or soccer, there was always something to do.
The People
Did I mention that we had roommates? It's true. Obviously boys and girls slept in different dorms (this being a college we slept in dorms and had RA's). I shared a room with a kid named Gabriel. He was really nice and we stayed up all night talking. My RA's name was Max, he was fun except when we were walking to go somewhere (again, this being a campus, we walked basically everywhere,) he seemed obsessed with straight lines, even when we were tired and groggy, during our 7:15 trek to breakfast, he seemed set on us remaining in a straight line. On to my teachers. I took creative writing as my class of choice, not that I wanted to (parent force obviously), but I did. Our main teacher was pleasant and helped when I needed it. The problem with her was that she was not around much. Her assistant's face always turned to a scowl when she looked at me and responded to me like she was responding to an infant. EEK.
The Schedule
7:00, Wake Up. I usually wake up before this because I want to take a shower. (in the evening and after 7:00 a.m. the showers are always filled. Also waking up earlier gives you more time to talk to your roommate/friends.
7:15, Leave For Breakfast. Its all hustle and bustle to get to breakfast, but once you're there you find out that it was worth it. You can have whatever you want, including morning pastries. The only downfall is even though they have 10 different kinds of soda, you're not allowed to drink it for breakfast. (There is an enormous supply of exotic/regular juices however.) Max (our RA) comes around to ask us what we want to do for afternoon activities that day.
8:15, Time For Classes. My roommate, Gabriel, and I always had a race to see who could unlock our door first. Did I mention we have keys? Oh, well we did. By the end of the week we had each unlocked the door 9 times. After I got my stuff for morning classes I headed outside to walk to class with my grumpy teacher's assistant.
12:00, Yay Lunch. Our crabby TA (formally teacher's assistant) walks us to the same cafeteria to eat lunch. There was an endless supply of hot dogs, hamburgers, fries, chips, pizza, soups, and yes the salad bar, wa wa waaaaa. We were then allowed soda and the juices were still available.. After lunch we were allowed to choose from 11 different kinds of pastry, or 6 different kind of ice cream. (If you got a small pastry you were allowed another dessert.)
12:45, Sadly, Back To Classes. We would walk back to our classroom with Ms. Scowlpants and stay for another 2 hours of torturous school.
2:45, They Finally Let Us Run Wild. Yesss, now it's time for afternoon activities. We head back to our dorms to get ready for the activity we chose at breakfast. On Monday I chose Capture The Flag. Tuesday I chose Beach. Wednesday, I chose soccer. And Thursday I chose Pinata Making. There were no Afternoon Activities on Friday because our parents picked us up directly after classes.
5:30, Dinnertime. Exactly like lunch except that we walk with our RA (Max), and had to endure walking in a geometrically straight line.
6:15, Evening Study Session. I thought I was rid of the menacing face but no. Our TA walks us back to our classrooms for another hour of writing.
7:15, Evening Activities. Just like Afternoon Activities except not outside. Lasts for 1 hour and 3/4
9:00, Brush Teeth, Call Parents, Change, Talk, Play, Read, Shower, More Talking, Play, Less Reading. As you've probably have guessed by now, it's pretty rushed after Evening Activities. Lights Out is at 9:30 and by then you need to be half asleep in your bed with the light off. After Lights Out you're not supposed to talk to your roommate, or even read for that matter, but nobody in there right mind can resist so you usually stay up an extra hour goofing off.
What's The Deal With Pie?
07/07/10: What's The Deal With Pie?
Pie's great, I must admit, but why is every single boy in our class so obsessed with it? I mean seriously. Dylan even invented a religion called pieist. It's basically where you bow down to the one main and most important thing to him and most of the other boys in our class. I'll give you three guesses. You got it, pie!!! And if you tell them you don't like pie they call you a Pie-Hater and don't talk to you for the rest of the day. It's almost like they get offended if you insult pie. Believe me it's not a game, they're are completely serious when they're bowing down to pie and calling you a Pie-Hater. Weird.
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