Hey, gang! Long time no speak, I know. Life keeps getting in the way. Sigh.
I got off of Skype and watching Fullmetal Alchemist and everything to take a shower about half an hour ago. I get out--I was supposed to then spend time with the parental units--but I find them curled up asleep together! It was adorable, and ironic. xD
So now I come to all three--possibly up to ten--of you from a hotel room in Asheville, North Carolina. (Almost said North Caroline; by the way, Karnby, I'm thinking of you! Hope you're having fun at Breyerfest, and I won't hold your radio-silence against me. xD) I've been at camp for the past two weeks and am currently on Day Two of my three-day session break, a time where most girls (only eight out of a hundred to two hundred girls do what we call split-session) leave as the first of two camp sessions ends. In this time period, the camp basically hits reset, because at the beginning of the second session, tribal activities and classes take it from the top. It might as well be a whole new summer, just a totally different crew of girls than the ones that attend the first session. I'm doing six weeks--the last two weeks of first session and all of second session. From Thursday afternoon, when first session closed, to Sunday morning, when second session opens, the camp counselors and staff clean the cabins, organize their cubbies, refresh their safety talks for classes, and have a little time off. I'm staying with my parents over session break, so I get a little breath of civilization before diving back into camp life for another month.
So far, camp has been awesome. I did some serious bonding with a couple girls, and I miss them dearly already. Fencing has been great--I've seen techniques like parry one and the flash attack and am practicing an intimidation tactic called friction. Meanwhile I brush up on my repost, circle six parry, parries seven and eight, redeaublemont (or however you spell it; it's French, pronounced "reh-DOO-bleh-MON, and means "redoublement"), advance lunge, and crossovers. I got my muscle memory--and therefore my technique--back and managed to fence the best fencer in the entire first session (seriously; the fencing instructors gave her the session's Most Outstanding award for fencing) and walk away not only with my dignity, but with the ability to say she only won by a single point! Yay me!!
In riflery I've found a gun with good sights and a good weight. I can get good scores with it, and it has little to no misfires. I actually can't remember when I've had a misfire with Fang, as I've named the gun. In riflery, all the guns have names, and once you get your gold with a gun, you can rename it. I haven't gotten my gold with it (yet; next year, baby!), but some Timberlake boy (Timberlake is our brother camp; we share most of the camp's campus with them but we aren't allowed to interact with them at all) did get their gold and renamed it Blackhawk (it was previously named Peaches, which I thought to be an insult to the gun). I call it Fang, though. Maybe Hawkeye Fang.... Fullmetal Alchemist+Maximum Ride FTW. But nah, I'm taking archery instead of chorus these next four weeks, and I'll probably end up taking to calling one of the bows Hawkeye. ^^
Watching TBS with my mom now. Dad's gone to bed now, so it's quality mother-daughter time. I'm going back to camp around 12:30-1pm tomorrow. Lesigh.
Might write more before I go, might not. But adieu either way. ^^
DFTBA,
Cara
P.S. READ BOOKS BY JOHN GREEN THEY ARE AMAZING!!!! An Abundance of Katherines, Paper Towns, Looking for Alaska, and Will Greyson, Will Greyson! READ THEM!!! <3
