The Best Week of My Life
I just got back from Tech Trek, a science camp for 7th grade girls. It was AMAZING! Sleeping away with strangers for the first time was not stressful, as I was surrounded by a bunch of new and cool people. I learned to surf, and all about marine life. On the last night of camp our dorm broke the rules and had a party after curfew. Very fun. I had my nails painted with glitter, but my nails already had polish chipping off on them, so I got a very... unique result:) If anyone (especially introverts or ambiverts) reading this is afraid of going away from home, I would tell you that it can be amazing if you get lucky and find people like you, and still fun if you find away to connect with people different from you. I would tell you to be yourself, and trust that everyone else is nervous and wants to make friends, too.
My weird family:
I am an only child, very close with my parents. Way closer than most families. We know everything about each other, and are a perfect mix of introvert, extrovert, ambivert, trying new things, going outside, and staying at home to watch Netflix. We always say "I love you" whenever we part, even if we are going to see each other in a couple hours. The first two days of Tech Trek, I felt homesick. I naturally drift to the edges of any group, so it being the first couple of days, I hadn't developed any close friendships yet. I was sad. "Is this what college will be like?" I wondered gloomily.
When my parents came to pick me up, I was sad. I wanted to stay for another week! I hugged my parents, but then pushed them away to keep hanging out with my friends, singing and dancing together for possibly the last time. I thought my parents might feel bad, so I was worried when we drove home, but they were actually happy that I pushed them away. Is it common for parents to be happy their one and only baby girl is growing up? I think not. I could be wrong, but I think not. Even if I am wrong though, I still think my family is weird (in a good way).
I am always last.
Here is the perfect opportunity to explain the title of my blog. Of 84 girls at camp, I was number 84. My last name starts with a Z, hence, I am always last. One other girl had a surname starting with Z, and we were next to each other in line. But her second letter was before mine and I was still last.
Has anyone else had any similar (or contrasting) camp experiences? I'd love to hear/read about them!
