THE FINAL DAY OF CAMP! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?
In the morning we packed up our tents, filled the trailers up with our luggage, and had a final assembly. The final assembly was about the teachers and parent helpers sharing their highlights of the camp, including how well-behaved we were, getting to know nature, and how happy everyone was, which was half-true because there was heaps of drama when the boys weren't here (I'm getting off-topic, but me and Gwen pictured the girls to be strongly acidic at pH 1, while the boys were strongly alkaline at pH 14. Last night when the boys weren't here, most of the girls were crying and getting upset about other girls. When the boys came back for dinner, everything was back to pH 7).
After the final assembly, we all headed down to the hot pools. Nothing blog-worthy happened there except for a conversation Gwen & I had with one of Harry's friends:
*We are sitting on one of the picnic tables eating our lunch*
Me: "Hello! Why did you sit here while your friends are over there?"
Harry's friend: "Because we want to. Wait," *facing Gwen* "are you from India?"
Gwen: "Yes, that's correct."
HF: "You can hook up with Jack. He's totally from India. And you," *facing me* "where are you from?"
Me: "I'm originally from the Philippines."
HF: "You can go out with Harry! You guys are perfect together!"
Me: *thinking,* "I consider him as one of my close guy friends, not a potential boyfriend." *saying,* "Harry's already got a girlfriend, I can't knock her out."
HF: "Who cares? Go for it! You guys totally suit!"
Me: "That is racist & discriminatory!"
By the end of our conversation, we were running out of time so we left and went back to school.
On the car ride back, I gained a splinter and Gwen helped me pull it out while I sang songs to vent out the pain I was feeling.
"On my own, preTENDING he's BESIDE ME," I sang. It felt like being pinched by a little sibling.
This inspired all the girls in the van to sing pop songs, excluding the teacher who was driving.
I was near tears as we pulled up on the school front lawn, but the sight of seeing my friends come back from other camps brought me joy. I screamed at my close male friend with excitement and asked what happened on their Beach camp.
Once I received my luggage and had a quick chat with Gwen and other friends, I walked home and everything seemed unfamiliar, even if I stayed at camp for only five days! But I felt glad to be home again. Home, lovely home.
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Thank you for reading my Camp series! As I wrote each post I felt a jolt of good feelings rush through my body. This experience will (and is) be part of my life forever.
Note: All names used in this post are not the real people's names. This is used for protective and private reasons.
Another note: No pictures will be posted also for private reasons.
-M.Y ❤
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