It was held at a college, and I shared a tiny dorm with cement walls and a hard mattress. There was one bathroom for ten girls and we had a crummy little lounge area with some lumpy, maroon couches. We were on the fourth floor, and it was quite a climb to get to our dorm. But it didn't matter. It was perfect.
|My dorm room|
The people at this camp were amazing. Everyone wanted to be there, and everyone was talented, accepting, inspiring and just all around amazing. I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be--surrounded by a bunch of creative teens who loved art just as much as I do. It felt like a real community.
We got to choose two classes to take for the two weeks, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. In the morning I chose a class where we learned to make inflatable structures, and my end project was a giant, inflatable narwhal. My afternoon class was songwriting, which was a ton of fun. I wrote a bunch of new songs and it was great just to have some time to sit down and write.
The classes weren't the main part of the camp, though. Between classes, we had free time where students and staff could offer their own mini workshops. I took workshops on printmaking, bookmaking, watercolor portraits, a Nordic LARP where we pretended to be rocks (kind of strange and not as boring as it sounds--just look it up) and so much more.
We were there over the Fourth of July, and the camp has a tradition where everyone makes a puppet and we have a parade through the streets of the local town. I made a Little Fish, which was one of the options, and on the Fourth I proudly swam my fish down the road. (Then when we were heading back I tried to hurdle over a wooden barrier and ended up tripping in front of everyone and scraping my elbow, but that's another story).
I cannot stress enough how amazing everyone at this camp was. It was the most supportive and open group of people. Everyone could just be themselves. I wasn't afraid to dance my heart out at the various concerts and dance parties, I wasn't afraid to speak up, I wasn't afraid to perform in front of them, because they were nothing but accepting.
Needless to say, when it came time to say goodbye, I cried. A lot. The saddest part is, I can never go back. Since this is a by-application, highly-requested camp, if you've already gotten in you're not allowed to apply again. I am going to miss everyone and everything so much. I don't think I'll ever have that kind of experience again.
|Playing ukulele on the green|