I say AC, you say Camp

Already it seems the year is underway. The first years arrived on Saturday and the day was spent painting our faces, banging pots and pans, blowing the conch, and shyly greeting the newcomers.

What is to be said in the introduction? Eventually we get tired of "Hello, my name is ____ from ____. Where are you from?". That question morphs into "What house are you in" followed by "What service/classes are you interested in?".
The small talk gets a little old, but its the beginning of a real friendship.

AC Camp was different for me this year (going as a peer listener, not a camper). Different yes, but just as enjoyable. This time I saw how much work the second years do to make the experience enjoyable for the fresh new faces. We all basked in the new pool of optimism that came from all over the world. We enjoyed the optimism in Moroccan sweets, and American hugs, and the singing of the World Cup song "Wavin Flag".

"When I get older, I will be stronger, they'll call me freedom, just like a wavin flag.."

This quickly became the camp anthem. I won't lie, the chorus is still streaming in my head.

At camp I did the walk-an 7 hour hike along the beautiful welsh coast. It provided a great opportunity to spare good conversation.
I lost my voice, I think I have the flu-but I don't regret it in the least. Cheers to my last year at AC-now back to the books.


"When I get older..."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CBD9h0jUq3w




ps. On top of all the first year excitement- I got my Advanced Open Water Scuba Diving Certification! And I learned how to use a dry suit. All together- a great success