I'm done with camp!


I always have mixed emotions at the end of camp. This was my 13th summer there... I've only missed one summer at camp since I was 6 years old.
HSJacobs Camp in Utica MS. is more my home than any other place I have ever lived... Starkville is moving farther away from "home" and closer to "vacation"... Boston is school. I though that this summer would be my last. And it still might be, but now I am considering making it a beginning instead of an end. I need to talk with my teachers in Boston and my friends in the field... but I am seriously considering pursuing the Assistant Director position at camp... this would mean a three year position directly out of undergrad. I would then reactivate my academic career and go to grad school somewhere.
I have wanted to run camp since I was 6 years old. It's a childhood dream that I might actually be able to make reality. It makes me tear up just thinking about it.
Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
chorus:
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
Were captive on the carousel of time
We cant return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, when you're older, must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
chorusSixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels 'round the town
And they tell him,
Take your time, it wont be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
chorus
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through
chorusI have been singing that song since i started going to camp. And finally having reached it's conclusion- I feel like I'm at a crossroads in my life. Where to go? What to do? I'm not sure but I do that there'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty before the last revolving year is through....
I had the most amazing summer ever. First session I had youngest Maskilim (11 yo's) and they were amazing. Second session I had oldest Talmidim (14&15yo's) and they were probably the best cabin I've ever had. I ran the "Performing Arts" program this summer... I wrote their theatre curriculum (7 hours of theatre programming a day) and directed the productions... I worked harder than I've ever worked before during this summer... And it was totally worth it.
M.S.
The fears that I’m feeling
Fight hard and fight fast
Much quicker than quickly
They tear off my mask
I begin to dissolve
When there’s no one around
When there’s not a soul
Not a noise not a sound
I begin to begin
To feel nothing at all
Racing a race I can’t win
Trying hard as I can not to fall
Yet I already fell
And feel myself sinking
Deep as I can can can into hell
My mind contains me
The shackles locked tight
I can’t free me from myself
No matter my might
Stay close and stay by me
I need you more than you know
More than I ever could say
Or ever ever could show
I want to run to jump
To fly fly fly free
To breathe every breath
Above land sky and sea
but I am tethered
Tied to the ground
Stuck in this place
Lost rarely found
Dance with me here
Here in my head
It’s all I have left
The invalid said
As I sat in the chair
In the room by the bed
And I became him
And he became me
And sooner than sooner
There was no longer “we”
just the unmoving form
in the hospital gown
the face not a smile
but not quite a frown
not quite an almost
barely but still
life in the eyes
glances until
they too flicker out
and alone in my head
alone alone alone alone
in the too too small bed
in the room with no air
with one final breath
I sing myself silently
Softly slowly to death
My M.S. decided to make a comeback during camp... I lost feeling on the lower half of my body... had some random seizing occur in my hands and feet... I lost control of both my legs a couple times for very brief periods... I still have pretty intense residual tingling over my entire body... But I worked through it... and I didn't let it affect my performance at camp. I am now convinced that If I worked through an attack in those conditions that I can work through an attack anywhere.
This disease WILL NOT control me. ...
"to people living with living with living with not dying from disease!"
~rent
I am back from camp.
I am in Starkville!!!!
I want to see everyone before I leave for Boston...
I'm leaving on the 23rd...
call me, facebook me- do something~
I love you.
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