Anti-clever Brit :) I hope you’re having a wonderful time playing Twister with your family. It’s my first day at camp and I can’t wish you a happy birthday in person, which sucks. Have fun spending your 18th in a Mill with your family and playing Xbox with your mates. LOSER. YOU SILLY CHEESY NOB. I miss you already! I miss being mad at you, and these weeks are gonna suuuuuck without you. Have a great birthday, Kempton :)
After being in a car wedged between two kids younger than eight for more than ten hours, I realized that I’ve missed my family more than I thought.
My mom’s brother dropped me off at the airport for my dad’s sister to pick me up. We drove through the town I used to live in. Such a long time ago, and yet, nothing changed. Everything’s still there. I pointed out the places I used to hang out, and I longingly looked down the road to my old house.
We went to possibly the only place to eat in this small town. I’m still amazed at how my aunt and uncle know everyone in town. They excitedly chatted with people across the room about the upcoming fair and the crops for the summer. I really miss being part of a small town (where everyone knows everyone and everyone treats people nicely)
Tomorrow’s camp. I CAN’T WAIT.
Here’s a small list of things I’m looking forward to:
I actually wrote something about you I’m embarrassed to let you know about. But this love-hate relationship we seem to have gets better by the week. A moody teacher and his student. We’re cool. Totally awesome, even. Even if I think you secretly hate me and you’re too much of a man to admit it. But I hope not. I’ll see you in three weeks, bud. I’m gonna make you proud when I come back.
As I was looking through some pictures from the camp sessions going on now, I realized I know none of these counselors. I remember when every single one of the counselors knew my name, and sometimes, I wouldn’t even know them! But now… There’s no one left.
Scales once said I was a Day Camp Legend. Yeah, Legend. (Call me lame all you want, but this camp means more to me than just about everything)
I loved these counselors. Each one had a special something in my heart, but now they’ve moved on to better things. I’m thrilled for them for beginning a new chapter in their lives, but I’m sad I won’t be seeing them.
I don’t think Matt will even be there. I’ve known him practically my whole camp life. I’ve known him since the second summer I went. It’s going to be weird not seeing him.
I always felt like I made better friends with the counselors than I ever did the campers. Maybe, that’ll change this year. It’ll have to, anyways.
"Thomas McKee is really impressed with how hard some of his students have been working lately at piano. Props to Julian Foley, Faith Bull, Shannon Hays and Peter Vink especially. Not trying to slight anyone, but I’ve noticed some substantial efforts from these four.”
I just spent the last five minutes rereading this. You noticed me trying hard? You’re saying I’m doing a good job?
Quick! Pinch me! I’m dreaming!
I’m beaming right now. I’ve been working very hard at the piano, and I’m proud at what I’m slowly becoming.
On my seventeenth birthday (The thirty-first of this month) I’m going to be starting a 365 day blog to document my last year of “childhood”. I’ll try and write short stories every day and upload a picture or two I took. I’ll still be using this one, but my more serious stuff will be placed on that rather than on here.