By: Bernie De Santis III
On: 10/12/01
Summer camp; in the Fall?
At summers end I went to camp. This camp was unlike any I had ever been to before. I would live at camp for extended periods of time and only visit home occasionally. I would share a cabin with many men, and a room with one man. But men were not, by far, the only gender to be found. The women, oh the beautiful, amazing women. I arrive along with all the others. I arrive alone, utterly alone. 2 days pass. Most if not all new people know me or have heard of me. How do I do it? I don’t know, I just act the way I am, and be the person I am. Is that so rare? Maybe it is in this world we live in, but not as much at this camp. There are many others like me, not exactly like me, but close enough. In the words of Stevo from SLC punk… there aren’t as many “f*cking posers.” So I fell into this camp and found my niche. The same one as high school… The drifter. I pass from group to group amicable to all, fully embraced by none. I bring my skills and my abilities, and I even get to learn new things. Adjustment is easy, more so than I thought. What does that say about me? Am I highly adaptative, or did I live previously with such carelessness that removal from the former element meant nothing to me. I’d like to think the first. Having been established after the fall into camp, I make my way through, day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment, trying to make the best for me and for those around me. So many great campers, so many great opportunities… don’t blow it kid, don’t blow it. God help me, for without you, I am nothing.
