I'm waiting for my laundry to finish up so I can move it to the dryers and not be one of those guys who leave their stuff in the washing machines....grrrrrrrrrrrr.
Last night was lots of fun. First, we went to this great big ol' acapella show of a couple different schools around California. I, dorky as it may be, freaking love acapella and so was extremely pleased with the whole situation. If only Fleet Street had been there, my night would have been made. (They came last year, but I missed it...darn). After that I went salsa dancing for a while, which I should really do more often, and felt an up-the-coast camaraderie with my sister who was swing dancing at the same time. :-) Then I hung out in SD's room for a long while, chatting with some of her friends and helping her polish off a box of goldfish crackers. mmmm.
Today, unfortunately, has to be some semblance of a homework day for me because I'm going to be out and about Los Angeles on Sunday, just to get off campus and have a little fun. Yay, can't wait!
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Saturday, November 8, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
What a Difference a Day Makes
This morning I was at school, now I am at camp.
It's so weird being here without so many people I love. (Jordan, Matan, Alana, Gilad, Lili, Emily, Evan, etc to name a few). I don't like that part of it at all. I started crying during services today, just overwhelmed with the emotions and stress of this past week, with the emotions of being back up at camp, and with the heavy, heavy weight of the absence of the people I love from this place.
I felt weird coming back to camp for Fall Camp last year, too. I remember, I felt alienated and uncomfortable and just generally like a homesick camper. I wanted to go home, and just counted my way through the hours until I was able to go back to school. (I miss the person who got me through the weirdness of that weekend, I really, really do. But I don't know how to get back to him, or even if I should. Either way, things have changed. It wouldn't, couldn't, the the same).
This, again, is my first time back after the summer, but this time is different. It is compounded by the loss of the people who made this past summer one of the best I have ever had at camp, and also by this overwhelming notion that I am in a very, very different place from where I was this time a year ago. A lot of things have changed, yes, but some good things have also stayed the same. I still appriciate this place and everything it has done for me. (I told RS last night that this place had shaped me and made me who I was more than any school ever had. He was impressed, maybe surprised, but I meant it.) I still thank the people who have made this place what it is for me, who have given me so much out of it.
But I wonder sometimes, whether all these weird feelings are there to tell me that it is time to move on. Maybe this was my last summer, maybe this is my last Fall Camp, but then again, maybe it's not. I know that no summer would be truly complete without camp, and that is has been a huge part of my life for so long, so I am in no way ready to make the choice about whether things are coming to an end or not, but I do know that I can safely say that they are changing. And that, though incredibly scary, might just be a good thing.
It's so weird being here without so many people I love. (Jordan, Matan, Alana, Gilad, Lili, Emily, Evan, etc to name a few). I don't like that part of it at all. I started crying during services today, just overwhelmed with the emotions and stress of this past week, with the emotions of being back up at camp, and with the heavy, heavy weight of the absence of the people I love from this place.
I felt weird coming back to camp for Fall Camp last year, too. I remember, I felt alienated and uncomfortable and just generally like a homesick camper. I wanted to go home, and just counted my way through the hours until I was able to go back to school. (I miss the person who got me through the weirdness of that weekend, I really, really do. But I don't know how to get back to him, or even if I should. Either way, things have changed. It wouldn't, couldn't, the the same).
This, again, is my first time back after the summer, but this time is different. It is compounded by the loss of the people who made this past summer one of the best I have ever had at camp, and also by this overwhelming notion that I am in a very, very different place from where I was this time a year ago. A lot of things have changed, yes, but some good things have also stayed the same. I still appriciate this place and everything it has done for me. (I told RS last night that this place had shaped me and made me who I was more than any school ever had. He was impressed, maybe surprised, but I meant it.) I still thank the people who have made this place what it is for me, who have given me so much out of it.
But I wonder sometimes, whether all these weird feelings are there to tell me that it is time to move on. Maybe this was my last summer, maybe this is my last Fall Camp, but then again, maybe it's not. I know that no summer would be truly complete without camp, and that is has been a huge part of my life for so long, so I am in no way ready to make the choice about whether things are coming to an end or not, but I do know that I can safely say that they are changing. And that, though incredibly scary, might just be a good thing.
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